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The man snorted, cursed "Just you wait," and turned to leave.

Not long after, footsteps sounded outside again.

The man brought over a worn-out wooden tray and pushed it in through a gap under the fence.

On the plate are two bowls of rice and vegetables, a dish of stir-fried tofu, a dish of cabbage and potato slices, and half a bowl of clear soup.

He slammed the tray on the ground and shouted gruffly, "Don't try anything funny! I'm telling you, this place is outside the city, in the middle of nowhere, far from any village or shop. Even if you run away, you won't find your way back to the city!"

Fusheng quickly put on a fawning smile, looking completely carefree: "No, no, don't worry. We have food and drink here, where would we run to? We'll just stay here peacefully and wait for our families to come and pick us up."

The man sized Fusheng up and down, then suddenly said, "Kid, you're not afraid of me?"

Fusheng was taken aback, then said with a hint of flattery, "Afraid? Of course I'm afraid! But didn't you just say that you only care about money and not our lives? So what do I have to be afraid of? I can tell at a glance that you are a chivalrous outlaw, unlike those bandits who indiscriminately kill innocent people."

The man snorted, "You've got a way with words, kid." He then turned to leave.

Fusheng hurriedly cried out, "Hero! Hero! Our hands are still tied, we can't eat! Please, have mercy and loosen the ropes. This stone cell door is locked tight, how could two teenagers like us possibly escape?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then beckoned to Fusheng with his finger: "Come here, I'll untie you. You can't escape now."

Yun Lang glanced at Fu Sheng, then rushed to the fence and held out his bound hands to the man: "Good man, I'm close by, please untie me, and I'll untie him too. I won't trouble you any further."

The man snorted coldly, untied the rope from Yun Lang's hands, and said in a gruff voice, "Eat quickly, and don't try anything funny."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Once the footsteps had faded into the distance, Fusheng got up from the ground, ran to the fence, picked up a bowl from the tray, and handed it to Yunlang: "Young Master, eat."

Yun Lang hesitated before accepting, then warned, "Be careful of poison."

Fusheng hurriedly pulled out an oiled paper packet from a hidden compartment in his belt, opened it, took out two black pills, and handed one to Yunlang: "Young Master, this is an antidote given by Miss. Take it first before eating. In case they tamper with the food, we won't be afraid."

Yun Lang heard that Yun Jin had given him the pills, so he took them and swallowed them.

Fusheng also popped a pill into his mouth, then picked up the bowl and began to wolf it down.

Yunlang was also very hungry, and seeing that Fusheng was eating with relish, he picked up his bowl and started eating as well.

Although the food was a bit cold, it still tasted pretty good. The two of them devoured it all, leaving nothing behind, and even finished the half-bowl of clear soup.

After eating my fill, I finally felt a bit stronger and wasn't as cold as before.

The two waited for a while longer, and when they felt no discomfort, they were relieved.

Fusheng chuckled: "It's alright, young master, we won't die."

Yun Lang leaned against the stone wall and sighed softly, "I wonder how long we've been locked up. Mother must be so worried, and so must my sister..."

Fusheng moved closer to him and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, young master, the young lady and the prince are definitely already trying to find a solution. My master gave me a whistle, and I blew it once when I first woke up. I don't know if the people outside can hear it, but I'll try blowing it again."

As he spoke, he pulled the small ebony whistle from his collar, put it in his mouth, and blew it a few times with all his might.

Yun Lang listened intently for a while, then asked in bewilderment, "Why isn't this whistle making any sound?"

Fusheng tucked the whistle back into his collar, still somewhat unsure: "I don't know either. My master said that only the Eagle Guards can hear the sound of this whistle. He also said that the whistle travels extremely far, and if there are any Eagle Guards nearby, they will definitely be able to find us by following the sound. But we don't know how far this place is from the city, so I'm afraid it's not within their range of hearing."

Upon hearing this, Yun Lang felt a glimmer of hope.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Fusheng, we can't just sit here and wait to die. They've probably already sent a message to the government demanding money. I'm afraid that once they receive the money, we'll both be doomed. We have to find a way to save ourselves."

Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Young Master is right. Miss also gave me some sleeping pills, which I hid in the lining of my belt. I just don't know how many people are outside. If there are only two or three, we might be able to put up a fight; but if there are many, I'm afraid the two of us are no match."

Yun Lang quickly racked his brains for ideas, and after a while said, "When that person comes to collect the bowls later, let's try to get some information out of him and find out how many people are here."

Fusheng nodded emphatically: "Okay. I'll ask him when he arrives."

The two whispered a few more words, roughly going over how to ask questions and how to respond later.

Fusheng took the sleeping pill packet out of the hidden compartment, held it in his hand, and the two of them leaned against the wall next to the door and waited.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but the person still hadn't come. In the end, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

……

Yun Mansion.

As dusk fell, there was a loud knocking on the gate. The gatekeeper opened the door, but there was no one outside, only a letter lying quietly on the ground.

The words "To be opened by Madam Yun" were written crookedly on the cover.

Thinking of Yun Lang's disappearance, the gatekeeper quickly picked up the letter and ran to the inner courtyard.

Yun Lang has been missing for most of the day. Now, not only Xiao Jingyan is helping to find him, but Chai Qing from the manor has also led a group of people out to search for him. Since the Chu family is not there, Lan Ying heard the news and also sent the manor guards out to search for him.

Even the King of Liang arranged for people to help search after Yunxiu came to his door; whether this was genuine or not remains to be seen.

In no time, almost half of the capital knew that Yun Lang had disappeared.

After Yunxiu returned from the Liang Prince's Mansion, she stayed at Qingshui Garden with Yunjin. Chu Wanqing was not in good spirits and did not have the energy to deal with her, but she did not send her away.

Qinghe took the letter from the gatekeeper and handed it to Chu Wanqing. Chu Wanqing took the letter and read the words on it. Her lips trembled, and she could barely hold it: "It must be related to Lang Ge'er, it must be..."

Chu Wanqing snatched the letter from Yunxiu's hand and read it twice. There was nothing else on it except for that sentence.

Yun Jin walked to her side, glanced at her quickly, and then asked Qing He, "Where is the messenger? Did you see him clearly?"

Qinghe shook her head: "The gatekeeper said he didn't see anyone, only this letter was left on the steps."

Chu Wanqing closed her eyes briefly, her gaze resolute, and said, "I'll raise the money. Who's going tomorrow?"