Ghost Mist

It seemed word had spread through the Prime Minister's Estate's inner circle that Xu Yuan, the Third Young Master, was going out to travel.

Even in Jingjiang Prefecture, ten thousand li from the Imperial Capital, Xu Yuan still received gifts to see him off.

For instance, a whole crate of military-grade fasting pills, a cloth sack of assorted poisons that had been carefully prepared, and a spirit beast egg with no sign of life.

Well, all things considered, most of them were pretty bizarre.

Xu Yuan didn't care much, though.

He knew perfectly well that, because of his past glorious exploits, not everyone in the Prime Minister's Estate liked him, the wastrel.

Many of those who sent gifts were doing so out of consideration for his father, as well as Lou Ji, Hua Hong, and a few other colleagues.

But compared with those people, the gifts from close elders like Lou Ji were much better.

For example, Hua Hong.

The head of the Tian'an Chamber of Commerce, a wealthy man whose fortune rivaled that of a nation; the old steward who had served his mother her entire life; the Prime Minister's most trusted confidant; and a second-grade Origin Beginning expert without peer in the world—he hadn't been stingy about this at all. He simply had someone deliver a full thousand taels of silver.

When Xu Yuan woke up and saw it, he couldn't help laughing.

The old miser probably knew that sending banknotes would look too cheap, so he'd had two crates of actual silver carried to the entrance of Xu Yuan's courtyard in the middle of the night.

Of course, if some gifts were bizarre, others were dependable.

Like Auntie Lou Ji,

and his maternal uncle, the Sword Saint, Feng Jiuxuan.

Auntie Lou Ji had Ying'er give him two