The peasant girl has a private space, and her husband is handsome.

After receiving the reward money, Su Qianqian did not rush to leave.

She came to the county government office not only to collect the reward money, but also to confirm something very important with Constable Lin.

"Officer Lin, excuse me, has the human trafficker nicknamed 'Old Zhu' been caught?"

Lin, the head constable, shook his head regretfully and said, "No, besides the dead 'Deadly Flying Knife' Boss Li, we also captured more than a dozen henchmen. The fat Zhu Laosan you mentioned wasn't among them; he probably escaped. None of those henchmen recognized Fang Xuezi, so there's no way to punish him."

Su Qianqian felt quite regretful that Zhu Laosan had gotten away.

There weren't even any cameras in ancient times, so it might not be easy to catch Zhu Laosan in the future.

Think about it carefully, how did Fang Cheng get to know Li Laoda and Zhu Laosan? Perhaps there was someone who acted as a go-between.

But Zhu Laosan has escaped, and no one can testify. The person who acted as a middleman is probably being more cautious and shouldn't give himself away anytime soon.

Su Qianqian handed a piece of paper to Lin, a piece of kraft paper used for wrapping pastries, on which a portrait was drawn with charcoal.

Lin, the head constable, was astonished when he saw the portrait. It was incredibly lifelike; what a talent!

Usually, the wanted posters drawn by the constables are all misshapen and unrecognizable; even if you see the real person, you might not be able to recognize them. It's only thanks to Miss Su that we can do this.

If only women could be constables! With Miss Su's painting skills, she'd never have trouble catching criminals. It would guarantee her promotions. What a pity!

Lin, the head constable, folded Zhu Laosan's portrait neatly and held it to his chest, assuring her, "Miss Su, rest assured, I will do my utmost to apprehend this man."

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In the bustling city center, Su Ping'an's fish sales went very smoothly.

Although Su Ping'an was shy, it took him a long time to utter the words "selling fish," and his voice was barely audible.

But the fish were of truly excellent quality, plump and large, with such shiny scales that they could dazzle any passing guest.

Anyone who sees such beautiful fish scales would take a second look.

It's been a long time since we've seen such good fish in the county, so it's very popular.

"Give me two."

"Young man, I want to buy three."

Su Ping'an, like his father Su Bing, was a simpleton. When he heard the old lady in the back row complaining that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to buy any fish, he simply set a rule on the spot: "Fish for sale, one per person."

Fang Cheng went out to buy writing brushes and ink and saw that Su Qianqian's older brother was actually selling fish, and his business was doing very well. There was a long queue of people who wanted to buy fish, and he felt particularly envious.

He had just been beaten by Su Ping'an a few days ago, and the bruises on his body hadn't faded yet.

Fang Cheng is a vengeful person.

It doesn't matter if anyone else's business is doing well, but it's absolutely unacceptable for anyone related to Su Qianqian to have a good business.

The woman he broke off the engagement with deserved to stay in a remote rural area, starving and suffering all kinds of bullying from Old Mrs. Su, with no hope of turning her life around.

Fang Cheng had dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well lately because of the county government's crackdown on human traffickers. Today, he finally learned that one of the two human traffickers who recognized him had died in the lake, and the other had escaped.

No one can identify him anymore, so I can finally rest easy.

So he started plotting something again and decided to use someone else to do his dirty work.

Fang Cheng was very familiar with the county town. He walked two streets before finding the town's tyrant, Cheng Hu, the second-in-command of the Green Bamboo Gang.

Brother Cheng.

Fang Cheng knew Cheng Hu.

If a local tyrant can run rampant for years, it must be because he has the tacit approval of those above him.

Some of the dirty work that Magistrate Tang couldn't handle himself was left to people like Cheng Hu.

Fang Cheng was able to meet Cheng Hu through the introduction of Tang Yuerao, the niece of Magistrate Tang.

Therefore, Cheng Hu was very polite to Fang Cheng, respectfully addressing him as "Young Master Fang".

Fang Cheng pulled Cheng Hu aside and whispered a few words to him.

Cheng Hu nodded. "Don't worry, Young Master Fang, I will handle this matter perfectly. Anyone you don't like, I will make sure they disappear without a trace."

He's just a poor farmer. No one would care if he died.

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When Su Qianqian walked out of the yamen, she saw that Gong Yu was already standing outside.

When Gong Yu's beautiful eyes looked over, Su Qianqian felt all the light around her converge in Gong Yu's eyes, shining brighter than the stars, making her feel intoxicated.

God is truly biased; He even gave birth to a man who is more beautiful than a woman.

Such a beauty is a stunning sight; it would be a waste not to appreciate her closely.

"Miss Su, I have something to tell you. Please come with me in the carriage."

His voice was cool and clear, yet magnetic.

An elderly woman carrying a shopping basket bumped into a tree while turning around to look at a handsome man. "Ouch, that really hurts!"

Su Qianqian snapped out of her reverie at the sight of the handsome man and saw a pair of well-defined hands personally lifting the carriage curtain. "Miss Su, please get in the carriage."

Those hands were truly a feast for the eyes, fair and flawless, making one want to look again and again, and unable to resist the urge to touch them.

The Great Qi Dynasty emphasized the separation of men and women, so it was likely that Gong Yu and she were riding in the same carriage this time because there were things that were inconvenient for outsiders to hear.

Su Qianqian got into the car and smelled a faint fragrance inside, a light pine scent that smelled quite nice and was coming from Gong Yu.

Strange, why does Gong Yu keep looking at her?

Even a fool would know that she and Gong Yu are from completely different worlds; their wealth and status are worlds apart.

Is there dust on your face?

Su Qianqian raised her sleeve and wiped her face repeatedly.

"Miss Su, please stop wiping. Your face is perfectly clean."

Gong Yu kept staring at her, and Su Qianqian also looked back at him generously. She couldn't lose face, and even blinking would be considered a loss for her.

"Miss Su, have you seen enough?"

"without."

Mo Xiaobei rode alongside the carriage and could clearly hear their conversation.

If any young lady in the capital dared to speak to her master like that, she would have been thrown out long ago. Besides, her master never rides in the same carriage as a woman.

This Miss Su was the first woman to ride in the carriage with her master, making her a very special person in his eyes.

"Miss Su, would you like to become mine?"

Su Qianqian had just picked up a white porcelain cup from the small tea table in the carriage and taken a sip of tea when she heard these lewd words. Her hand trembled, and the tea spilled all over her clothes.

There was only this one piece of clothing, and no replacement. Although it was a very worn-out garment, it was still quite a pity.

Mo Xiaobei, standing outside the car, was also in a state of shock. Was this something he could hear?

Forget it, I'd better not listen to it.

Mo Xiaobei spurred his horse forward a few steps, his face flushed red.

It seems that Miss Su is truly special; she captured the master's heart at once.

The unattainable beauty who was sought after by countless women in the capital was won over by Miss Su after just one meeting.

So that's why he didn't like so many beauties; it turns out the prince prefers Su's malnourished appearance.

Inside the carriage, a fair and beautiful hand handed over a snow-white cotton handkerchief.

Su Qianqian took it and hastily wiped the water stains off the clothes, still in shock.

This prince has terrible taste; he actually took a fancy to her, who is poor and has nothing to do with beauty. What is his intention?

Su Qianqian withdrew her right hand, which was outstretched in mid-air, and even slapped it twice. That damned lecherous hand, it automatically reaches out whenever it sees a handsome man, it's so pathetic.

"I'm sorry, Prince Gong, I'm not interested in you at all, and I don't desire your body in the slightest."

Speaking of cravings, Su Qianqian unconsciously looked at Gong Yu's abdomen.

He looks to be in pretty good shape. I wonder if he has a six-pack? Before I time-traveled, when I was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), I really liked six-pack abs.

Although I've been in the Great Qi Dynasty for a long time, it feels like the time travel happened just yesterday.

I always thought I couldn't live without a cell phone, but now I'm doing just fine.

Gong Yu suddenly smiled in front of her. The smile was stunningly beautiful, as if Gong Yu was surrounded by a halo, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze and could not bear to look away.

"Miss Su, you misunderstand. What I mean is, would you be willing to become my advisor, or rather, to become His Majesty's person and work for His Majesty?"

He had just received an urgent letter from His Majesty, sent by someone on an 800-li express courier, saying that he wanted to recruit talent, specifically the person who killed the person on the court's most wanted list.

The Great Qi Dynasty had no precedent of recruiting women to work for the government. Gong Yu guessed that the emperor must have naturally assumed that capable people were men.

If His Majesty knew that the recipient was a woman, he would surely regret sending this urgent letter.

"Oh, I see. I thought—" This misunderstanding was too big. She had been presumptuous. Su Qianqian felt hot all over, especially her face, which turned bright red.

It's all because this young master Gong is too quiet. If he had explained a few more words, this misunderstanding certainly wouldn't have happened.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be the Crown Prince's advisor."

The original owner's family is currently in dire straits. Now that I've transmigrated and taken over the original owner's body, I must take good care of the original owner's family.

When the original owner's family members are able to stand on their own, she might be able to go out and travel all over the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Great Qi Dynasty.

But the time is not right yet.

Gong Yu couldn't quite understand the girl in front of him.

Despite being penniless and desperately needing money, he refused to let Baozhu go to the village to deliver gifts and express her gratitude, showing no intention of currying favor with the Meng family.

Now that he's offering such good terms, he's not even tempted and casually refuses.

Does this girl even know what she's rejecting?

The Great Qi Dynasty had never had a woman serve in the government; it was an unparalleled honor, yet Miss Su casually refused.

She really is a special girl.