Jia Xingzhi gazed at the tightly shut gates of Xiao Manor and sighed softly, feeling somewhat defeated.
Once or twice would have been one thing.
But suffering defeat again and again was hard for anyone to accept.
Zhao Wenjing was the greatest loss.
He had spent years honing himself in Jizhou before a vacancy finally opened in Shuzhou's three commissions, allowing him to come here.
Who would have thought he would be stabbed to death in his own residence without "accomplishing a single thing"?
A loss.
A tremendous loss.
Having served as the Jizhou Trading Company's Senior Hall Official for years, Jia Xingzhi weighed the value of everything.
It was an old habit.
Even Cui Mao had once pointed it out, saying his flaw was that he had acquired a merchant's mercenary ways.
The implication was that he should remember his place: before he was the Jizhou Trading Company's Senior Hall Official, he was first and foremost a servant of the Cui Family.
That was also why Jia Xingzhi had come to the Xiao Family after facing Cui Qingwu's reproach.
Jia Xingzhi glanced at Zhao Yi's carriage on the other side, his expression indifferent. "Deliver the visiting card. We're leaving."
Once the groom had delivered the visiting card to Bao Tong, Jia Xingzhi rode away without another word.
Zhao Yi seemed to notice. He turned his head for a look, disdain showing on his face.
"The Qinghe Cui Family is one thing. Even a servant dares drape himself in a tiger's skin."
Still.
He really could not spare any attention for Jia Xingzhi now. Seeing the Xiao Family Old Master was more important.
As he pondered this.
Zhao Yi spotted a servant leaving Xiao Manor and immediately had an idea.
He patted the carriage compartment. "Quick, follow that man."
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