Chapter 375: 375 is not something on the same level Chapter 375: 375 is not something on the same level Si Nan kept a straight face, “Under my prince’s seat is a Sweat-blooded Precious Horse, even these war horses we’re riding can’t compare, let alone your ordinary horse.”

“But that doesn’t mean your prince can just take away my little aunt because he has a better horse!” Ye Wenzheng said indignantly, yet he was completely helpless.

Si Nan, however, was dissatisfied and warned, “Young Brother Wenzheng, some things you can say in front of me, but never say them in front of our master. Our Family Head is none other than the august War Prince, who even the current emperor must give some face to. What others dare not obstruct, he can do as he pleases; by what right do you voice such accusations against our Family head?”

In the past couple of days, when Sikong Mo dealt with Ye Jiu, he always seemed amiable, although he still exuded a deadly aura. Ye Wenzheng had yet to see for himself where the ferocity of the War Prince, known for his fearsome reputation, lay. Even the guards behind him were polite when facing him.

As a result, he inadvertently overlooked the terrifying rumors about Sikong Mo.

To put it simply, he was getting a bit too familiar, overstepping the bounds.

Only now, reminded by Si Nan, did Ye Wenzheng remember that he was but a commoner, indeed not qualified to discuss reason with people of the illustrious War Prince Residence.

The courtesy they extended was not because of him, but because of his little aunt; he had overestimated his own importance.

Yet as he watched Ye Jiu, now out of sight with Sikong Mo, he could not help worrying that Ye Jiu might be taken advantage of.

Not long after they set out, Ye Jiu took out some food and began to eat.

The compressed biscuits were crunchy and delicious, accompanied by milk drinks to quench the thirst–luxuries she had been reluctant to indulge in in her previous life, now freely enjoyed.

Suddenly, she felt like a slave who had turned over a new leaf, becoming the master of the house.

Having eaten half of her snack with a crunch, Ye Jiu then remembered, she had only been concerned with herself.

She took another biscuit from her bag and, holding it up, approached, “Sikong, would you care for a taste?”

Sikong Mo wasn’t particular about food and drink, but the feeling of being fed by Ye Jiu’s hand was indeed different.

Bending down, he bit off half, and realized that this food actually tasted very good, much better than the dry rations. If it could be mass-produced for military use…

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Sikong Mo dismissed it.

The girl was already wary of him. If she brought up this matter right now, he might think he was coveting her things.

Perhaps it was best to wait and plan for the future.

Moreover, he wasn’t asking for it for free; he would never let the girl suffer a loss.

…

After seven or eight days, Head Escort Lu and his people finally returned to Shuangxi Town.

Coming here with a great deal of goods, needing to sell merchandise and find people, they had naturally travelled slowly, but their return journey was unencumbered and much quicker.

When the Ye Family finally received the items that Ye Jiu had sent back with Head Escort Lu, Old Man Ye, looking at the three tall, large horses tied up in the courtyard, was so excited that his legs could barely move.

Surrounding them were the children of the Ye Family, with both Ye Gaoshi and Ye Gaoshui looking on with joy in their hearts.

Although most peasant families raise cattle, horses are much more valuable than cattle.

A cow is worth less than twenty taels of silver, but even the cheapest horse would cost at least forty or fifty taels–these were not on the same level at all.

Of course, they also understood that these horses were not theirs, but belonged to their little sister, their parents.