Black markets flourished everywhere within the Dayuan Territory, and almost every city of significant size had its branch. After entering the city, Dong Huiying made her usual trip to the black market, then took out three portraits: one of Eldest Brother, one of Little Liu, and one of Lao Si. While waiting for news from the black market, she kept herself busy, gravitating toward crowds to gather all kinds of small tidbits of information. She heard of a curious event that had happened last year. Last year in Jiangnan, the Seventh Princess had come across a man and bestowed upon him an entire city because of him. She narrowed her eyes slightly, it appeared she needed to make time for a trip there? Although the event had happened last year, it was still necessary to go and see for herself! "That woman is a complete idiot, I’ve stolen from her over and over, but it’s also peculiar, the wealth at her place seems endless. As soon as I take some, new money pops up." The boy was very beautiful, sitting askew in a chair with his long legs casually draped over the armrest. He held two moneybags in his hand, tossing them about, occasionally shooting a smug glance toward the man sitting at the head of the table. After his chatter subsided, the boy leaned on the armrest, propping up his chin, and curiously looked at the other, "But... Eldest Brother, what are you thinking?" "As soon as that woman appeared in the Jiangnan Area, we spotted her. If we really wanted to drive her away, why bother with such trouble, we could have had Tie Yi and the others take action, right? Just kill her and be done with it. Instead, you came up with this sly plan for me to steal her money..." "No money means she can’t make a move, huh? Tsk tsk, but it’s bothersome that the wench is carrying your portrait, asking around in black market after black market." "That Lao Qi is disloyal toward you, Eldest Brother, we all know that!" "If Lao Qi hears about the black market’s activities, on our end... Well, we’re not afraid of her, but that wench won’t be able to handle it, she’ll definitely attract disaster!" The head seat, a man dressed in a black satin gown embroidered with gold patterns, his long hair as white as snow. The boy kept calling the woman "wench," which displeased the man somewhat. He extended his hand slowly, it was a beautiful hand: pale, like jade, slender, with distinct knuckles. The boy pouted, "This is so much work, exhausting, and not a cent to show for it, I’m really at a loss here." "If you’re unwilling, then leave." "Alright, alright, I’m scared of you, Eldest Brother. If it weren’t for you, my whole family would have probably been driven to death by that Lao Qi by now. How could I dare to leave? Even if you’re sick of me, I’ll stick around and cling to your sturdy legs, then I won’t have anything to worry about!" The boy offered a fawning smile, obsequiously presenting the two moneybags. The man took the moneybags, observing the small purple flower embroidered on them, delicate and pitiable. He thought back to the events at the Golden Triangle, a faint doubt crossing his mind. Why, after so long, did that person’s voice and smile still take root so deeply in his heart? He also thought of the information he had gathered. After entering the Jiangnan Area, that person had begun visiting black markets one by one with several portraits, including one of himself. Hadn’t the person given up hope and was still looking for him? That woman had taken advantage of him when he was vulnerable, unconscious, and unable to move, committing such lowly acts. This woman was a lecher, but now, nearly two years later, she had been searching for him for so long... Could it be, after all, that she was stubborn and persistently affectionate?