"Lin Ziyin, this is all your fault, just wait and see." Alone at a table, Ma Zhicai gritted his teeth and mumbled to himself.
After a few days away from home, he thought it was high time to return. Being in Feng City, he couldn't do anything; after all, he was just an ordinary citizen and couldn't even get close to the Wang Residence.
But none of that mattered, the prince had also appeared at the Lin Family, hadn't he? Perhaps by watching the Lin Family, he could gain a lot of news.
Ma Zhicai hurriedly packed his belongings. For this trip into the city, he had brought only a few changes of clothes, making packing a simple task.
Bundles of silver were laid out on the bed, and Ma Zhicai's expression became obscure again. There were forty taels of silver on the bed, left behind by his uncle, Ma Erlang, to be brought back and handed over to the Bao Family.