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Although the person in the car had already opened his mouth, thinking about Young Masterping's unbearably dirty days, and then looking at the dirty child in his arms, Uncle Fu carefully placed the little person at the carriage door, under the carriage curtain.

The carriage began to move, and then continued on its way, Fu Yu holding a book in his hand, calmly looking at the ball of paper that was curled up on the side of the door as the carriage continued to sway, and after a while he closed the book in his hand and put it aside. His long legs stretched out, and the tip of his foot gave a little push, and the lump that had been curled up in the corner rolled, and Uncle Fu's coat loosened, revealing a dirty black face beneath it, which Fu Yu looked rather disdainfully away.

After an unknown amount of time, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that the dirty lump at the corner of the door had shrunk even more tightly, and was still trembling slightly. He put down the book in his hands, and with his usual disdainful gaze, he stretched out his leg and hooked the loose outer robe over the pile of books. After a while, he noticed that something was amiss.

"Uncle Fu, what time is it now?"

"Young Master, it's not too long ago, but it's time for you to go in." Uncle Fu didn't know why Young Master suddenly asked about the time. He raised his head to look at the gloomy sky and respectfully responded.

"Well, find an inn to rest for the night, and then we'll go on our way tomorrow."

"Okay, Young Master, we'll reach Yin City in about an hour."

The horse carriage travelled for another hour through the cold wind before entering Yin City. Uncle Fu found a good inn to rest before the carriage stopped. The youth on the carriage was the first to jump out.

"Guest, shall we have dinner or lodging?" The waiter came up to help Uncle Fu pull the carriage to a stop while asking a teenager who obviously had the appearance of a master when he jumped off the carriage. Although the carriage was very low key and the temperament of the teenager was simple, those who knew what was good would be able to tell that it was good stuff.

Fu Yu casually gave the waiter a silver tael, "I want two of the best guest rooms. Prepare some hot water and the best dishes." As he said this, he stepped into the carriage. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Fu leaning into the carriage and carrying out the dirty ball. He didn't stop and casually told the waiter who was following him, "Also, go find a doctor."

"If there are more guests, I will handle them immediately!" Uncle Fu, who was walking behind, panicked when he heard Fu Yu say he was looking for a husband. He thought his family's Young Master was not feeling well and was about to follow him to ask, but he didn't want to hear the child in his arms moaning. He looked down and immediately realized something was wrong.

Uncle Fu looked at the back of Young Master, who was about to disappear from the door of the tavern. He felt gratified in his heart. Young Master was normally a kind person even though his personality was cold and difficult to get along with.

After Fu Yu had showered, he was just about to call Uncle Fu over. He could call the waiter over, but when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, Uncle Fu appeared at the door with an embarrassed face.

"Young Master."

"What is it?" He had a deep and mellow relationship with Uncle Fu, the old man who took care of him by his side. He had never looked at her as a servant, but if it was anyone else, the ending of that dirty little person on the road would have been to freeze to death by the side of the road.