The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

“Young lady, the owner just wanted their money back, why did you hit him?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

Su Qingyue glanced at the crowd angrily, “Look at this wretched man, he’s got a losing face, and he’s trying to claim something that isn’t his.”

“I didn’t falsely claim anything…” the beaten wretched man denied.

Su Qingyue indifferently said, “Not only did you falsely claim, but you did so with greed, choosing the bag with the most money. Look at this moneybag with the peony embroidery, it’s clearly for young ladies from wealthy families. Are you a woman? Are you a pervert? Do you like using women’s moneybags specifically?”

“I…” The false claimant was at a loss for words, reluctantly saying, “That… is mine… I just like using women’s moneybags…”

“Just admit you’re a pervert then. How much money is in the bag?”

“There’s…” He couldn’t say it.

Everybody understood, “So he’s a false claimant who’s greedy… shameless… ”

“This kind of person should be taken to the authorities for severe punishment!”

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

Su Qingyue solemnly said, “Whoever wants to claim a moneybag, tell me how much money and what items are in it. If anyone dares to falsely claim again, I’ll make them suffer worse than the thief on the ground!”

Everyone followed her gaze to the ground, where the thief she had stepped on was constantly vomiting blood and seemed to be on the verge of death.

Immediately, the people who wanted to falsely claim shrank back, and no one dared to do it again.

“Although I’ve always been heartless, you people need to have some conscience. I’ll return the money to its rightful owner,” said Su Qingyue.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

A gorgeously dressed, beautiful young woman stepped forward from the crowd, “Young lady, the moneybag with the peony pattern in your hand is mine. There are five gold ingots inside as well as a jade pendant.”

Su Qingyue stiffened, opened the moneybag, and sure enough, she saw the shiny gold ingots…

They were gold, not silver.

And they were quite large, each weighing ten taels – five ingots in total…

Regret.

If she had known earlier, she would have taken these moneybags and run, not returning them.

But she just thought about it and let it go.

It was because she was too wicked in her last life that she died too early.

She threw the moneybag to her, “Here.”

The woman caught the moneybag with both hands, almost dropping it, and her heart skipped a beat.

The old man who had been crying earlier came forward, stating the amount of money he had lost, and Su Qingyue returned it to him.

Two more people claimed their lost money, their amounts matched, and Qingyue returned their belongings.

Several people expressed their gratitude to Su Qingyue.

“There’s one last moneybag left! Anyone else lost their money?” Su Qingyue asked loudly. The last moneybag in her hand was made of fine fabric with no embroidery, but with a golden thread, two lines of poetry were sewn:

Truly affectionate, yet without hope.

It must be a moneybag belonging to a man named Xun.

On the second floor of the street-facing teahouse.

Jin Xun, the mysterious owner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, sat in an elegant seat, drinking tea, with his follower Ji by his side.

With a guilty look on his face, Ji respectfully said, “Master, it’s my fault. I didn’t notice that your moneybag had been stolen. I’ll go get it back for you.”

From this location, Jin Xun could see everything that had happened on the street. He took a sip of tea from the table and said, “No need to rush to get it back. There’s always something interesting happening whenever Su Qingyue is around. Let’s ‘temporarily’ leave it with her.”