Laying These Golden Eggs

The cart pulling Mei Deng arrived at the capital sooner than he expected, Mei Deng had started to miss the bustling nature of the square. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that all eyes were on him as the cart neared the market.

—"Is that not Yu Xiaoguang?! He showed up at last!"

—"How could he not?"

—"I hear Minister Ma had him sign a slave contract! If not, how else could he escape his lion claws "

"Is there some new drama already? I can't keep track with the times, uncle do you perhaps know what is happening?" Mei Deng asked, hoping to make sense of what was going on. He sat behind the old man, so close that he could spread out his arms and hug him from behind.

"It's that trash son Yu Xiaoguang again! He clashed with Minister Ma over some debt left by his late father." The old man said, discreetly shifting a little from Mei Deng.