Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 1 is actually fine!

A very strange thing happened recently in Ningzhou Prefecture.

Yunping, the jailer in charge of the yamen prison, moved out of the remote courtyard with only three rooms where he had lived for many years and bought a very grand mansion on Chang Le Street, the most bustling and prosperous street in Ningzhou Prefecture.

Yunping served as the jailer in Ningzhou Prefecture for over ten years, overseeing all affairs within the prison. When criminals were imprisoned to await their fate, their relatives and friends would inevitably have to give the jailer some benefits if they wanted to visit them.

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. Once a prisoner enters the jail, he is essentially in Yunping's hands. Whether he can live comfortably there is entirely up to him. Therefore, as the jailer, Yunping can make some money through this underhanded method.

Yunping was a kind and easy-going person who never took advantage of his position to solicit favors from people. Even when someone offered him money to do him a favor, he would use that money to buy food and drinks for the prison guards on duty. Moreover, even if he wanted to use his position to line his own pocket, as a mere prison warden, the amount he could make would not be enough to support the luxurious mansion he had purchased at great expense; it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Although Yunping is nearly fifty years old, he has not married or had children.

Rumor has it that the large sum of money Yunping used to buy the luxury mansion was brought back by his son, who had been away from home for three years and suffered from tuberculosis.

Yunping never married, so this son is naturally not his biological child.

In early spring, March, the willow leaves are tender green and the orioles sing sweetly.

The secluded courtyard was empty; there was no sign of anyone bustling about.

Such a grand mansion should have many servants, but this mansion is an exception.

Inside the courtyard stands a lush willow tree, and a boy dressed in simple white clothes is moving and raising his hand under the tree.

His skin was as white as the plain clothes he wore.

In the past, he often appeared sickly, but now his mental state is much better than before.

His movements looked very gentle, neither like martial arts nor like dance.

As he stretched out his arms and lifted his legs, his feet landed on the smooth, flat ground, flattening the slender willow leaves that had fallen to the ground.

His name was Yun Luobai, and he was the adopted son of Yun Ping, the jailer of the Ningzhou Prefecture government prison.

Suddenly, a head popped out from outside the high courtyard wall. A person was lying on the wall, peeking out and smiling at Yun Luobai.

"Second brother, what kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

The speaker was Ning Qi, a constable with a bushy beard and a square face, from the Ningzhou Prefecture government office.

He's in his twenties but looks like he's forty; he's matured way too early.

He should be working in the government office right now, not having the leisure to be lounging on someone else's wall.

Yun Luobai was not surprised by Ning Qi's arrival. Since he returned to Ningzhou Prefecture, Ning Qi had appeared before him very frequently.

He had been home for less than half a month, and Ning Qi came to see him every few days.

According to Ning Qi, he is Yun Luobai's elder brother and should take good care of him.

"This is a physical technique my master taught me, used to improve blood circulation and strengthen the body. It's not considered martial arts."

Yun Luobai replied with a smile, his tone sounding very gentle. Anyone who saw this scene would think that he and Ning Qi had a very close relationship.

Ning Qi nodded while leaning against the high wall, then leaped into the courtyard and stood in front of Yun Luobai.

Yun Luobai was frail and sickly from a young age, and later he was diagnosed with tuberculosis, which was life-threatening. It would not have been surprising if he had died young. With such a constitution, he was naturally unable to practice martial arts.

"Alright, it's good for your health. Now that you've just recovered from a serious illness, you should get plenty of rest."

"Brother, it's not like my house doesn't have a front gate. Why did you have to climb over the wall to get in?"

"Just trying to make you happy. Do you remember when you were little, you were very timid? When Uncle Yun went to work in prison, you would be scared if you were alone at home. Back then, I was afraid that someone would knock on the door and scare you, so I would often peek out from the wall and shout loudly for you. But back then, the walls of your house were very low, now it's a tall and spacious house with a lot of grandeur."

As Ning Qi spoke, he looked around. He found the mansion quite novel. When he visited before, Yun Luobai had shown him around, but now that he was here again, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Of course I remember. I remember all the kindness my older brother has shown me."

Yun Luobai responded softly, his eyes slightly narrowed, his long, narrow eyes seeming to conceal many thoughts.

"Forget about that. Second brother, look what good stuff your big brother brought you!"

Ning Qi took out a ginseng from his pocket. It did not look small. Its roots were long and intact, and its quality was at least above average.

"The day before yesterday, I was ordered to track down a group of thieves who stole medicinal herbs. This was found near their hideout. In principle, when the government recovers stolen goods, the yamen should handle the matter and return the goods to their rightful owner. I led my men to return those several cartloads of medicinal herbs to the pharmacy owner. He was grateful to me for helping him recover the herbs and recover his losses, so he gave me this ginseng as a token of his gratitude."

Ning Qi's words were reasonable and well-founded, implying that the ginseng of excellent quality was not something he had secretly kept when confiscating stolen goods. Since it was a gift from the pharmacy owner, it was naturally in accordance with the rules.

His character had always been like this; as an official, he never sought personal gain and always performed his duties diligently. Over time, everyone in the Ningzhou area greeted him with a smile.

"Here you go, second brother. Make some ginseng soup to nourish your body."

Ning Qi stuffed the ginseng in his hand into Yun Luobai's hand. The latter wanted to refuse, but the person in front of him was so firm that he could only accept it with a smile.

"Thank you very much, brother."

"Hey, we're all brothers, no need to be so polite with our elder brother."

Ning Qi reached out and patted Yun Luobai on the shoulder, looking at the latter with a very kind gaze.

"Second brother, Uncle Yun hasn't come back yet?"

"No, he's probably still in jail. But judging by the time, he should be back soon."

Ning Qi nodded slightly, and although he wanted to say something, he hesitated and stopped.

Yun Luobai could tell that Ning Qi had something to say, but he didn't press for details. He simply held the ginseng he had just received from Ning Qi and waited quietly for Ning Qi to speak again.

"I heard something happened in prison, but it's not really appropriate for me to tell you. You should ask Uncle Yun when he gets back. I just remembered I have some things to take care of at the yamen, so I'll head back now."

"it is good."

Yun Luobai responded, and Ning Qi, dressed as a government constable, turned and left, the black sword at his waist looking very conspicuous.

Yun Luobai was left alone in the spacious and quiet courtyard once again.

He watched Ning Qi's departing figure, then looked at the ginseng in his hand, and then reached for his belt, taking out a silver needle he always carried with him from the inside of the belt.

He inserted the silver needle into the ginseng in his hand, twisted it slightly, and then pulled it out, carefully examining the tip of the silver needle.

The delicate silver needle shouldn't be able to penetrate the ginseng so easily, but for Yun Luobai, it seemed effortless.

After seeing that the needle tip had not changed at all, his expression suddenly became very emotional.

"It's actually working fine..."

A lone figure stands beneath a willow tree, shrouded in clouds, softly murmuring to himself.