Liang Zhichen smiled, though his eyes didn’t echo the sentiment, "No need, since we’ve come from afar and are not welcomed here, naturally, there’s no reason to stay." Liang Zhichen returned to the carriage and said to the coachman, Haoming, "Let’s go, Haoming. We’re heading to Balibao in the east." Su Lang did not want the Master to leave; he wanted to stop the caravan, but seemingly remembering something, he stiffly halted his steps. He could only watch as the Master’s procession gradually moved farther away. Dayuan, women soldiers, the Xinsan Army... Su Lang painfully clasped his head, letting out a roar like a trapped beast. Why, after so long, would those humiliations still not let go of him? Su Lang cried out in heart-wrenching pain. "It was Zhi Chen’s lack of consideration." As the carriage traveled east, Liang Zhichen’s face was filled with regret; he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. Dong Huiying comforted him, gesturing for him not to mind, but Liang Zhichen appeared heavily preoccupied. Two days later, the caravan arrived in Balibao, a remote small town with few inhabitants. The architecture was mostly old and decayed, a scene of desolation. However, the locals revealed that, decades ago, this place was once prosperous. Yet, after an epidemic, it was deemed an unlucky place and many original residents moved away, leading to its gradual decline. When the caravan arrived in Balibao, it was exactly noon, and the group stayed in a simple inn. Liang Zhichen went out for a while and came back with a house deed and a land title. Zhi Chen said, "There’s a mansion outside Balibao, reportedly the private property of an officer, who passed away due to illness more than a decade ago, leaving his descendants to squander the family fortune. I just picked it up cheaply." The next day, Liang Zhichen led everyone to the outskirts of the town, and as expected, they saw a majestic mansion. The mansion covered a large area, but its doorframe was decaying and many rooms inside bore marks of abandonment. Even so, the unworldly members of the Dong family gaped in astonishment, exclaiming, "This, buying this place must have cost a lot of silver, right?" Liang Zhichen said, "It only cost twenty-five taels of silver. The owner was in debt from gambling, eager to settle debts, and with the generally low prices here, it didn’t cost much." The members of the Dong family burst into joyous laughter, "This really is magnificent, a bit old, but it’s even bigger than the He Mansion in our town..." This was said by the carefree and chubby Second sister Dong Xinyuan. After expressing her thoughts, Second sister Dong Xinyuan was sharply yanked by Little Brother Sannian. She foolishly asked, "What’s wrong, Sannian? Why are you pulling me?" Sannian covered his face in exasperation, appearing somewhat disdainful. He really didn’t want to admit that this clumsy individual was his older sister. The mansion was incredibly large, with a rotting wooden plaque hanging over the gate, inscribed with the words "Lin Mansion." It seemed the previous owner of the mansion was surnamed Lin. Yun Ge stood outside the mansion, looking up and knocking on the plaque, clearly dissatisfied. "Hong Fei!" Hong Fei swiftly moved forward, leaping over a meter high with a tip of her toes, and stretched to take down the plaque. Only then did Yun Ge’s expression slightly improve. But after looking around, she frowned again. Her Purple chervil was to live here? Although it was much better than the farmyards in Kaoshan Village, it still amounted to broken tiles and ruins. She sighed deeply, then looked back at Hong Fei.