After the Double Ninth Festival, someone from the Feng family came.
He was the butler of the Feng family, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
The man talked to Heng Yi for a while in the central room, mostly about tigers, lions, bears, leopards, or whatever animal the family wanted to hunt.
Heng Yi couldn't help but ask, "How's the war at the border?"
"It's very tight. Rong Di must marry our princess and send countless dowries for this to be over!"
Heng Yi was silent for a moment, "Don't worry. I'll do my best."
"I'm relieved to hear that. I've prepared twenty men for you, all of whom are experts. Find another twenty people to go with you. It's best if we enter the mountain before the twelfth."
"Alright," Heng Yi nodded.
It was more urgent than Heng Yi had imagined.
Butler Feng left Heng Yi a box of silver.
In total, he had a few hundred taels.