Liang Yuening had a gloomy expression on his face, looking thoroughly depressed. "That damn woman, it was him, clearly him, and yet she had the audacity to call out Yixuan’s name!?" A small flame of jealousy sparked in his heart for the first time in his life toward his own brother. "Get up!" He gave him a sullen glance and then walked out with a sullen mood. The young girl stretched her lips. It seemed she had unintentionally offended Liang Yuening? Cough, she really didn’t mean to. After getting up, she combed her hair. The two small horns on her head were the craft of Hong Xiangjun from yesterday. After taking them apart and straightening her long hair, she casually braided it. To this day, she still didn’t like the ancient hairstyles for women, which were too complicated. She preferred short hair because it was easier to manage, but in those times, short hair was too shocking for the public. Just like Liang Yuening, if he walked on the street without a hat, solely due to his thin-shorn short hair, he was bound to attract stares and whispers. She would keep a low profile, then sighed and pushed the door open to leave. Hong Xiangjun had not yet gotten up, while Liang Haoming bought some buns and steamed bread for breakfast. Dong Huiying picked up a bun and sniffed it, hmm, four buns, six steamed bread, divided into two bags, all the buns were filled with meat. He stuffed a meat bun into the young girl’s hand, while he and Liang Yuening each grabbed a plump white steamed bread. Dong Huiying looked down at the bun in her hand, then at the brothers’ steamed bread. "It’s too much, I can’t eat all that," she said, taking out two buns and sharing one with each brother. Liang Yuening, who had been sarcastic before, suddenly laughed, "Hmph, at least you have a conscience." Dong Huiying shook her head helplessly. Afterward, the three of them got ready, and she handed two hats to the brothers to wear before they set out to gather information. Curfew orders have been around since ancient times, and the Dayuan Dynasty’s curfew was due to the incessant warfare over the past few years. However, because Pingchang Prefecture was centrally located, the impact wasn’t severe. Still, since the curfew was imposed, it was carried out everywhere. Violators of the curfew were arrested as a minor punishment or executed on the spot for severe cases. Liang Shujun was caught by the patrolling government officer, and Liang Haoming, unaware of the actual situation, was deceived by Black Panther into thinking he needed to come up with a hundred taels of silver to bail her out. But this naïve man had actually been cheated. The silver used for the bail was essentially a fine, intended to serve as a lesson for the violators. The actual amount needed to bail someone out was far from a hundred taels; just a tael was enough. For the average family, a tael of silver could buy quite a bit of grain. It wasn’t crippling but was painful enough to feel the pinch. When Liang Haoming learned he had been tricked, his face hardened, but he clenched his fist tightly. "Let’s go, let us pick up Shujun." The young girl patted Liang Haoming’s shoulder, then took the lead and walked ahead. However, when the three arrived at the Yamen, they found nothing but disappointment... Dong Huiying was somewhat stunned, "When did she leave, and who bailed her out?" "How should I know," the Female Yamen Officer was bad-tempered, her face dark as she rushed them, "Scram, scram, scram, don’t block the way here; anyhow, this person’s name has already been crossed off the register. If you’re looking for someone, go elsewhere, don’t hinder my work!" Dong Huiying was pushed, almost stumbling and falling. She frowned and swiftly steadied herself, while Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening stood protectively on either side, resembling the ghostly emissaries of black and white. Liang Haoming managed to stay calmer, but the explosive-tempered Liang Yuening could no longer hold back, glowering at the Female Yamen Officer under the shadow of his hat.