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Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Qiao Dami’s Letter_1 Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Qiao Dami’s Letter_1 After two days of bustle, having sent off the items made for Yang Ye, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang received a letter from Qiao Dami.

Qiao Dami recognized quite a few characters, and this time, he had written the letter as Qiao Changshun dictated it.

The letter had no particular focus, just filled with commonplace talk about pigs, chickens, the fruit trees on the hillside, and the wheat in the fields, mentioning that the long-term workers were reliable and so were the day laborers. With Fan Linong leading a group of guards to keep watch, everything at the manor was fine, and no one dared to cause trouble.

He was doing well, Qiao Dami was doing well, Zhuang Luhe and Qiao Qinghe were all doing well too; but he had only found out a few days ago that Qiao Meipan had actually gone to the Capital City, and worried it might cause trouble for the two of them, he specially sent the letter to inquire.

Lastly, he advised them to do well in their exams but not to feel too much pressure.

There were two pages of the letter, not a single mention of the word “miss,” but as Qiao Xiaomai read, she couldn’t help but her eyes redden.

Deep down, she had taken care of Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami out of duty, not truly treating them as family, but now, after her experiences in the Capital City, witnessing plots of rebellion and executions, witnessing poisonous drugs like “Flower of Hell,” she truly missed the peaceful days at the manor.

She missed the naively sweet father and son, Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami.

“I forgot to write to them earlier; I can’t imagine how anxious they must be at home,” she said, her eyes misted with a layer of tears, her voice choked.

Tong Sanlang lifted his hand to wrap around her shoulder, saying softly, “We both neglected that. Let’s write back to them now.”

Having been to the Capital City before, he knew Tong Tiehu wouldn’t worry about him, so he hadn’t thought much about Anping Village.

“You do the writing,” Qiao Xiaomai sniffled.

“You speak, I’ll write,” Tong Sanlang leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth, then pulled her to sit at the writing desk.

With paper and ink ready, Qiao Xiaomai ground the ink stick, and they picked out interesting things from the Capital City to write about.

How grand the Extreme Flavors Restaurant in the Capital City was and how good its business was.

How nice the streets of the Capital City were.

How majestic the Imperial Palace was, and what they ate every day.

Worried that they wouldn’t provide enough details, for the father and son might not understand, Tong Sanlang took up the brush to draw a few sketches, giving them a clearer picture of their experiences over the past month.

Only at the end did they mention Qiao Meipan.

Qiao Meipan was staying at the Bai Residence, and with Tong Xingda and the Zhang Family creating trouble at the forefront, there was basically nothing for Qiao Meipan to do; she had become invisible.

But being invisible wasn’t a solution either, Qiao Xiaomai asked, “Your parents were kicked out by the old lord of the Bai Residence, weren’t they?”

“Mmm, Bai Zhi found them a small courtyard and even dispatched a few guards from the Wang Residence to protect them,” Tong Sanlang nodded.

“I think it’s better to ask for the Retired Emperor’s permission to have someone send them back to the village. Maybe we can have Qiao Meipan detained, to prevent any further trouble.”

Yang Wenxiao hadn’t intervened before because he wanted to see what sort of trouble Bai Zhi would stir up, but after seeing it, considered it insignificant.

“Alright,” Tong Sanlang agreed as well, having had the same thought.

He felt uneasy with his own parents mixed up with his enemy, Bai Zhi.

Having finished the reply, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang went to see Yang Wenxiao, requesting him to send the letter and the gifts he had previously awarded them back to the manor.

Since Yang Wenxiao had awarded them quite a few silks, satins, and jewelry, it was better to send them back for Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi to make into clothes to wear.

With plenty of permanent workers now at home, Qiao Changshun could become a hands-off, wealthy landowner, no need to work himself or worry about soiling his clothes; he could dress a bit nicer now.