Xia Wenjin felt a deep sense of helplessness; her father is loyal and does not want to use malicious thoughts to gauge others. She can’t convince him now.

Should she just let her father repeat the same fate as in her previous life in the Capital City?

Obviously, Xia Wenjin absolutely does not want to see such an outcome.

She should have thought, if her father were so easily persuaded by her, she wouldn’t have had to run away from the marriage in the first place.

Her father was originally a shrewd person; who in the Jianghu could make him suffer losses? It’s just that Huangfu Yuxuan is too cunning, masked perfectly.

Xia Wenjin had no choice but to say: "If father and the uncles want to stay temporarily in the Capital City, can we change places? Now I have some silver, so we can add a house. It’s never good to live in someone else’s place."

Xia Wanqing, with a full face of surprise, replied: "Where did you get the silver?" He knew she rushed down the mountain without bringing anything and was tight on money. He only feigned ignorance to force her back, thinking she couldn’t make it on her own outside and would naturally remember the good of Haotian Village.

It turned out she had been gone for nearly two years.

Now she said she had silver to buy a house. Houses in the Capital City are not cheap.

Xia Wenjin said: "Father doesn’t have to worry, I’ve earned all this silver. I’ll go look at properties first, once bought, father and second uncle, third uncle can move in!"

This time Xia Wanqing was straightforward.

His beloved daughter wants them to leave the Capital City immediately; he already refused. If he refuses again about changing house, she will surely get angry!

Xia Wenjin breathed a sigh of relief; just thinking about father and the uncles on Huangfu Yuxuan’s turf made her uneasy. Since they’re unwilling to leave the Capital City, she will at least let them stay far from Huangfu Yuxuan.

When leaving, Xia Wenjin still advised: "Father, the Capital City is not a place to stay long; our foundation is in Haotian Village. You should make early plans."

Xia Wanqing saw his daughter say a few words and leave, feeling quite reluctant. But if Xia Wenjin stayed, she would surely continue persuading him to leave the Capital City. Besides, Wenjin disagrees with the marriage, the house is Yuxuan’s, should they meet, it would be awkward for both, so he concernedly asked: "Then where are you living?"

Xia Wenjin originally wanted to tell him her address but thinking of their current attitude towards Huangfu Yuxuan, feared that once she told them, they’d immediately inform Huangfu Yuxuan.

She said: "I’m temporarily staying in a hostel, once the house is bought, I’ll live with you. I’ll come to pick you up in a few days!"

Upon hearing Xia Wenjin would move in with them, Xia Wanqing was immediately delighted; Jin’er is so filial, unlike Sichen, that rascal—nobody even knows where he’s run off to!

These days, the atmosphere at the Crown Prince Mansion has been heavy and oppressive.

Huangfu Jing died, and the incident of the Crown Prince sending people to assassinate Huangfu Jingchen has been exposed. Now, he’s been ordered to stay confined within the mansion, awaiting handling.

The entire family at the Crown Prince Mansion, except for kitchen buyers, cannot leave!

The Crown Prince’s illegitimate son, Huangfu Chi, is full of resentment; he really doesn’t understand, why would Father want to kill Huangfu Jingchen? For revenge for Huangfu Jing?

Father has so many sons; by ability, by contribution, he’s stronger than Huangfu Jing. Now because of Huangfu Jing, the entire Crown Prince Mansion is under house arrest; truly a loss greater than the gain!

Life was good, now they can’t even leave the door. He had arrangements to drink at the Moon Full Building!

So last night, he sneaked out to drink.

The Crown Prince himself is not overly worried, today’s destiny ultimately belongs to him, everything is back, he won’t be in trouble! The only discomfort is unable to go out to ask Mr. Gongyang about details, Mr. Gongyang’s prediction was too accurate; a minor misfortune within a month—this is it, isn’t it?

To show he was indeed leisurely and indifferent to praise or blame, he was currently tasting tea, the soothing fragrance refreshing him, but before he had a sip, the mansion steward rushed over, looking serious: "Your Highness, not good!"

"What happened?"

The Crown Prince frowned, very displeased; now he disliked hearing anything bad the most.

These inauspicious words are deliberately trying to annoy him, aren’t they?

No message from the palace, where’s the good or bad? Compared to the palace’s impending message, all other matters are minor!

The steward anxiously said: "Chunhua Building in the eastern city caught fire last night!"

The Crown Prince was shocked, standing up suddenly, flipping the teacup, the scent spreading, but the Crown Prince’s face already turned grim.

Chunhua Building is a high-class brothel, catering to wealthy, honorable figures, literati and celebrities; not open to everyone.

The girls inside are meticulously trained in all arts: music, chess, calligraphy, painting; each a living "Flower of Interpretation," discussing poetry by the window or postures by the bed!

Since access is restricted, it isn’t as renowned as other Capital City’s open brothels.

But it’s a true gold mine, literally raking in gold daily.

This Chunhua Building is the Crown Prince’s business.

Not new from the last two years, but discreetly developed in the Capital City when he was still Prince Zhuang. It’s been over ten years, its operations expanding, business booming; providing financial circulation for Crown Prince Mansion’s expenses, making him never run short of silver.

It’s both his secret enterprise and a key asset, upon hearing about the fire, his heart ached—like someone dug out his heart’s core, unbearable pain. He urgently asked: "What happened? How did it start? Why catch fire for no reason?"

The steward said: "Since the mansion is confined, the news only came back when the buyers returned today. Last night at midnight, a blast was heard, followed by a fire! Guests were asleep, reason unknown yet under investigation."

"How bad is it? Any casualties? Were guests injured?"

"Luckily, the noise alerted everyone; despite burns, no deaths, but Chunhua Building... it’s gone!"

That beautifully elegant building with exquisite decor inside was built with significant silver considering their guests’ special status; every item was refined, now all burned to ashes.

The Crown Prince felt as if his heart had been gouged out, excruciatingly painful. He struggled to breathe: "Find out, thoroughly investigate who set the fire, I will definitely make them regret coming into this world!"

The steward said: "Yes!"

Noticing the steward standing, not leaving, with an expression as if hesitating to speak.

A bad premonition surged in the Crown Prince’s heart: "There’s more?"