"Note: I have paid the medical fees you owed to Qu Xin and advanced her seventy silver taels, according to her quotation that's enough to save your life three times, so if you get injured again, just go to her."
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"Brother, what did Sister Piaoqing write?" Jiang Yin'er looked bewildered as she watched Pei Ye silently stand up, wrap himself in a warm cloak, and walk outside.
"The day of Qu Xin's death."
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On New Year's Eve, amidst the explosion of firecrackers and the lights of thousands of homes, the night passed. The next morning, the Xiang Mansion truly began to buzz with activity as those keeping vigil started visiting relatives and friends. The adults had their own groups, while the younger ones gathered together, having their own destinations.
The pristine snow was still falling, but there was less gloom in the sky. As bright morning arrived, the gate was knocked, and familiar faces continuously stepped through the gate throughout the morning.