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A powerful figure like Governor Gao seemed as small as dust in front of that couple. One can imagine how noble their true identities were.

Their surname was Wu, a surname that belonged exclusively to the royal family. Xu Mo was shocked and stared at Xu Cong with wide eyes: "Are they members of the royal family?"

Xu Cong did not comment, but warned sternly: "No matter where they come from, if they notice your current behavior and have solid evidence, based on my understanding of that person, not only you, but the entire Xu family will face an unprecedented crisis."

In order to completely dispel Xu Mo's fluke mentality, he emphasized again: "Master, if you think that you can get rid of your relationship through the deal with the Wang family and make the Wang family a sacrifice, then I can only say that you underestimated the other party. Don't be lucky. I am grateful for saving my life, and I don't want to see you regret it in the future."

Xu Mo was deep in thought. He believed Xu Cong's warning, but the potential consequences of his actions made him unable to calm down for a long time.

Back in Majia Village, Ma Zhi seemed nervous and hesitant. Finally, he mustered up the courage and carefully brought up the previous topic.

Ran He observed Ma Zhi's inner conflict and took the initiative to comfort him: "Ma Zhi, if you have any questions, just speak up."

Ma Zhi quickly spoke up: "Mrs. Wu, what we mentioned yesterday...is it still feasible?"

"no problem."

After receiving the other party's affirmative answer, Ma Zhi felt relieved. A relieved smile broke out on his face and his excitement was beyond words, as if the first ray of spring sunshine had penetrated the thick clouds and illuminated his entire world.

Eager to share this joy, he turned around hurriedly and ran towards Ma Yongbo's residence with brisk steps, each step seeming so powerful and firm.

At the same time, at the other end of the mansion, the lights in the study were dim, illuminating Xu Mo's lonely and tall figure.

He paced in the small space, each step accompanied by heavy thought, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he was trying to solve a complex puzzle.

The servant was alert to his master's contemplation, and tactfully stood outside the door, keeping quiet, only occasionally casting a concerned glance, silently guarding this quiet space that belonged to his master.

As the night deepened, everything was silent, but Xu Mo's heart was still churning because of Xu Cong's words during the day. The scene of his encounter with the mysterious couple in the teahouse replayed in his mind over and over again. The unspeakable fear and uneasiness surrounded him like the night, making him toss and turn, unable to sleep at night.

When the first ray of morning light pierced the curtain of night, Xu Mo finally struggled out of the quagmire of thoughts, stood up, walked to the window, took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, trying to calm the waves in his heart.

He looked into the distance through the mist, and had already made a decision in his heart.

He opened the door and told the servant outside in a firm voice to prepare the carriage and asked Xu Cong to wait in front of the house. After he finished speaking, an imperceptible determination flashed in his slightly tired eyes.

The servant took the order and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xu Mo was about to return to the room to wash and change clothes, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of his haggard face in the mirror. A barely perceptible determination flashed across his eyes, and then he turned and left without hesitation, as if he was unwilling to give himself even a moment's hesitation.

Outside the door, Xu Cong had already been standing beside the carriage. When he saw Xu Mo coming out, he just nodded slightly in greeting without saying much. A tacit understanding had already formed between the two of them.

As the driver flicked the whip lightly, the carriage started slowly, raising dust all the way, and the destination was clear - Majia Village.

As the carriage gradually approached, a low and mournful music slowly flowed in the air. It was a melody of mourning.

Xu Mo lifted the car window curtain and saw a funeral procession moving slowly ahead. The heavy coffin moved tremblingly on the shoulders of several young men. They were surrounded by the heart-wrenching cries of relatives and the sad music of the band. A thick atmosphere of sadness enveloped the entire field, which made people feel depressed.

The carriage stopped not far away. Without saying a word, just staring silently, Xu Mo and Xu Cong watched the team carrying the weight of life slowly walk into the green hills behind Majia Village, until the last bit of black disappeared at the end of their sight.

Inside the car, the driver broke the long silence, his voice a little cautious: "Master, are we going into the village now?"

"Enter."

Xu Mo's voice was low and decisive. Along with this simple command, he gently lowered the car curtain, as if he had also put down a heavy burden.

Arriving at the entrance of the village, Xu Mo did not rush into the village, but chose to stand there, letting the cold morning breeze blow on his face. His eyes revealed an indescribable firmness and patience.

The two hours seemed to be stretched out, long enough for one to hear his own heartbeat. Finally, the returning figures of Mr. and Mrs. Wu appeared in the distance.

With full sincerity, Xu Mo stepped forward, speaking gently but appropriately: "Master Wu, Madam Wu, may I have a word with you?"

When the villagers saw Xu Mo, a prominent figure from the outside world, their reactions varied. Some had surprise written all over their faces, while others frowned and looked displeased, as if they did not welcome the visit of outsiders.

Ma Zhi wanted to say something but hesitated, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Finally, after a subtle look from Ma Yongbo, he chose to remain silent.

Wu Xu bowed slightly politely, and then the two of them left the village together amid the puzzled and speculative gazes of the crowd, heading towards the direction of the ancient camphor tree in the field.

Their departing figures gradually blurred in the villagers' eyes, and the crowd began to whisper.

"Why would the head of Xu's company come to our small place in person?"

A middle-aged man lowered his voice, his tone full of curiosity.

"Could it be that they have something important to discuss with the Wu couple?"

The woman next to her took over the conversation, with a similarly inquiring gleam in her eyes.

"Could it be that the Wu family and the Xu family are going to do a big deal?"

Another person guessed, with a hint of envy in his tone.

As soon as this was said, it immediately sparked a discussion. Someone sighed, "Ah, all the weaving workshops in our village have closed down, so they naturally have to look for other partners. The Xu family is one of the best weaving shops in Zhiyun County, so it's normal for the Wu family to come to them."

But some people also raised questions: "That being said, the Xu family is a big family with a lot of wealth. It would be enough for a big man like Xu Mo to send a subordinate here."

Someone immediately responded, "Perhaps the Wu family's transaction volume was too large this time, which alarmed Xu Mo to come out in person."

Although Ma Zhi and Ma Yongbo had heard about the purpose of Xu Mo's trip, their guesses were almost the same as those of the villagers.