Shopkeeper Ding knew where Shen Ping used to live. Upon hearing the news, he investigated carefully, so it was not difficult to guess that it was Shen Ping.
"Looks like we won't be here for long."
"If you want to stay for a few more days, I'll go out and tell Shopkeeper Ding."
"That won't be necessary." Shen Ping stood at the corner of the wooden stairs and looked back at the skylight, then at the main room and quiet room. Memories of living here for seven years surfaced in his mind, but there was no nostalgia in his eyes, only calmness.
The past was gone. There was no point in remembering.
"Let's go! He looked away. Without hesitation, he turned and walked down the stairs. His wife and concubines smiled and followed closely behind. There was no reluctance in their eyes. It was best if this memory stayed in their hearts.
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