The following day, a large group of people set off in a grand procession toward Xiangyang Village.
"Young Master, I must say, your foresight is truly remarkable. Those mud-caked peasants should be thanking you!" Steward Zhao fawned, feeling quite pleased with himself as he thought of the hundred taels of silver he had pocketed.
Wang Bu'er smiled broadly. "You, you old flatterer. Just wait for my signal later!"
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