“There’s something to this...”0

Heroine Wu lowered her head, taking the copper coin from Song You’s hand. She held it up to examine it closely. It wasn’t a rigged coin. 0

Her gaze flickered a few times, and she murmured as if to herself, “You know, though I’ve roamed the jianghu all my life, I haven’t claimed many lives. To burden myself with so many karmic debts now does seem unwise. But letting their whole family off the hook so easily also feels too lenient. 0

“Fortunately, over the years of my investigation, I’ve collected plenty of evidence of their earlier crimes. I hear that the imperial censor surnamed Yu is upright and fair. He even served as the prefect of Yizhou once. I might as well help him bolster his record of achievements.”0

“You’re simply kindhearted,” Song You remarked.0

“...”0

Heroine Wu glanced at him silently, gripping the copper coin tightly before tucking it into her robe. Without arguing further, she said, “I’ll make arrangements later and leave tomorrow. After that, no matter what happens, I won’t return to Changjing. If luck is on my side, well, as I’ve said before—ten years from now, when you’re back in Yizhou, I’ll bring a big, red rooster to...0