A life of two souls traveling through time

Chapter 118 A Person of Peace of Mind

In Qile City, Li Xingyuan received two letters from Butler Fang. With the news from Butler Fang, the heavy weight in his heart finally fell. After reading the first letter, he realized that Butler Fang was delayed for so long because of a conspiracy in Southern Xinjiang. However, the second letter made him sigh deeply.

"Master, is Butler Fang okay? What did he say in the letter?"

In the study, Shopkeeper Yuan saw Li Xingyuan sighing with the letter in his hand, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"After all, paper cannot cover fire, and what I worried about still happened." Li Xingyuan handed the letter to Shopkeeper Yuan and sighed again.

He blocked the news that the famous Jiangnan merchant Li was short of dyes. Firstly, he was afraid of causing customers' concerns again and leading to a crisis of trust. Secondly, he was worried that merchants who held dyes would take advantage of the situation. Now it seems that he had anticipated this.

"This... this shouldn't be. We kept the matter of the famous Li from Jiangnan lacking dyes a secret, so how did it get to Southern Xinjiang?" Shopkeeper Yuan frowned in shock after reading the letter, and then angrily said, "Uncle Ya is also so stupid! He actually handed over his good business to such a short-sighted woman!"

"I know Uncle Ya very well. He is definitely not the kind of person who would forget his roots. Something must have happened. This Yi girl... I have never heard of Uncle Ya having such a friend." Li Xingyuan was too lazy to find out how the news spread. He was very worried about Uncle Ya, who had always cooperated closely with the famous Li family in Jiangnan.

"Maybe it's a lover who is inconvenient to reveal." Shopkeeper Yuan smiled gossipingly and teased.

Li Xingyuan shook his head and said nothing, still worried about Uncle Ya. Since his business with Southern Xinjiang stabilized, he seldom went there in person, and only occasionally exchanged letters with Uncle Ya twice a year. Recently, he had been overwhelmed by the matter of the famous Li in Jiangnan, and he had no idea what had happened in Southern Xinjiang.

"Master, do you want that batch of goods from southern Xinjiang?" Seeing that the master did not say anything, Manager Yuan continued to ask.

"Of course, we must buy it back even if the price is three times higher. Jiangnan famous Li can't wait any longer, and this batch of dyes must not fall into the hands of others." After Li Xingyuan finished speaking, he hurriedly picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Fang, the butler who was waiting in Nanjiang. After writing and sealing it, he handed it to Yuan, the shopkeeper, and then instructed: "You let Ange personally lead people to Nanjiang and transport the dyes back with the butler."

"Yes, sir." Shopkeeper Yuan took the letter and did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurried out of the study.

Mu Liang traveled all night, and when he arrived in Mo City, he happened to meet Shopkeeper Feng who ran out in a hurry. The two looked at each other in surprise, and Shopkeeper Feng happily hugged Mu Liang who had just dismounted:

"Oh, how come the east wind brought Shopkeeper Mu here?" The short and fat Shopkeeper Feng, with a greasy face, looked a little funny holding Mu Liang, who was a head taller than him.

"I saw you in such a hurry just now, what happened?" Mu Liang did not answer, but patted Manager Feng on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Hey, hurry, hurry, something happened. I don't know how this young master secretly ran away to Xiyue Kingdom. I just received An Yun's letter and learned that the young master fell ill in Mucheng of Xiyue Kingdom..." After Mu Liang's reminder, Shopkeeper Feng remembered the urgent matter at hand. He hurriedly handed the letter to Mu Liang, and then pulled Mu Liang, who had not even had time to drink a sip of tea, to the carriage beside him.

"What? Yun Ye is sick?" Mu Liang was shocked and anxious after taking An Yun's letter and reading it roughly. He didn't care about so many things. He turned around, jumped on his horse and rode out of the city.

"Hey, why don't you wait for me!" The short and fat shopkeeper Feng finally climbed onto the carriage with the help of his waiter, but he could no longer see Mu Liang and couldn't help complaining.

In the wooden city of Xiyue Kingdom, Li Yunye had been in a coma with a high fever for two days after he fell ill. An Yun and Lao Zhou were anxious but helpless. They had to call the doctor several times a day. The doctor and the innkeeper were puzzled to see that a servant's illness could receive so much concern and anxiety from his own master, but they did not say much.

It was not until the morning of the third day, when the sky was slightly bright, that Li Yunye woke up from his muddled dream. He was sweating all over but felt much better, though a little weak. When he was about to raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his head, he was surprised to see that he was holding a man's hand. He looked sideways and saw that the familiar face that he missed so much was sleeping peacefully beside his bed. Brother Mu Liang suddenly appeared, and Li Yunye was surprised and happy, and inexplicably felt at ease, so he held his brother's hand and fell asleep again.

Mu Liang rushed to the inn the night before, and Li Yunye's fever had just subsided. Seeing his brother-in-law getting better, his tense heart finally relaxed a little.

An Yun became nervous when he saw that the letter he was supposed to deliver to the shopkeeper of Mocheng was actually sent by Young Master Mu Liang. This was especially so because Young Master Mu Liang had ignored him and Lao Zhou since he arrived at the inn and was obviously very angry.

When Lao Zhou saw Mu Liang, his heart was beating fast, so he tried to stay as far away as possible and never showed up in front of him. Master Li got sick because of his carelessness, and Shopkeeper Mu would not let him off. He suddenly remembered the contract he had signed with Shopkeeper Mu, and his mood suddenly became heavy.

"Mom and Dad, please stop arguing... Stop arguing..."

"Mom, please don't fall again. Yaoyao is scared..."

"Kuqi...Kuqi...don't run away...come back..."

That night, although Jiang Siyao's high fever had subsided, she was still mumbling nonsense that Mu Liang and An Yun could not understand. In her dream, she seemed to have fallen into the fear of her childhood again. Her face was frowned and painful because of the nightmare, and she clapped her hands in front of her from time to time until she grabbed Mu Liang's right hand, which made her feel warm and at ease.

"Young Master seems to be having the same nightmare these days." Seeing that the Young Master finally stopped crying and screaming, An Yun frowned and sighed.

"You've worked hard these past few days. I'm here tonight, so go and have a rest." Seeing Li Yunye's still frowning brows, Mu Liang's eyes showed heartache. He raised his left hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Li Yunye's eyes and then touched his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever anymore, so he whispered to An Yun beside him.

Since he was a child, he could see that his adoptive father and mother were emotionally distant and even resented each other. Although the Li family was wealthy, they were cold and oppressive. Therefore, he felt sorry for his brother who was caught between them. He also understood why his younger brother Yunye, after growing up, had fallen into depravity and lingered in brothels to numb himself.

Seeing the young master sleeping like a baby holding Master Mu Liang's hand, An Yun nodded with relief, turned and walked out of the room.