Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

91 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (28)

"Twelve pence."

The vendor that sold the candied haws put her hand forward, silently indicating for Song Jia to pay.

Song Jia reached for her coin pouch, while clutching the two candied haws on one hand. Suddenly, her face went blank.

Eh?

Her coin pouch disappeared?

"Miss? What's wrong?"

The lady who was selling the candied haws furrowed her brows when she saw that Song Jia had frozen into a statue. Her expression slowly turned into one of understanding.

"Miss, could it be...that your money was stolen?"

A few minutes before, while Song Jia was ordering, a small child had bumped into her before quickly muttering her apologies and running away. It must have been then.

"That child was probably a thief. There's always so many of them here in the capital."

While the vendor was saying words of pity, she quickly took back the candied haws that were in Song Jia's hands.

"..."

"Anyway Miss, you should quickly return home. Without money, it'll be hard for you to hail a carriage."

The vendor saw that Song Jia was not paying attention her. She was holding a strange black object in her hand, and was peering into it.

"...grandma."

"Miss?" Because Song Jia was mumbling, the vendor didn't quite hear her. "Did you say something?"

"How dare she steal from this highly-esteemed grandma!" Song Jia burst out. Her voice sounded indignant.

And then her figure became a blur as she grabbed her skirts and ran full-out in a specific direction. A lot of people had to dodge out of the way to avoid her, leaving chaos in her wake.

Behind her, three black lines appeared on the vendor's face as she watched Song Jia chase the child thief. Was that how a noble miss of a wealthy household should behave?

Song Jia clutched her wig as she ran. She knew that Xiang Feng was waiting for her, so she couldn't chase this thief for too long. But with the use of her binoculars, she quickly spotted where the child thief had went.

Daring to steal money from her? Hmph, simply courting death! Do they know how hard it is to earn money?

For a moment, in Song Jia's eyes, the coin purse in the child thief's hands became synonymous to her absent salary. How could she still retain her previous calm?

Heh heh, just wait till this grandma catches you~

The child thief was also aware that she was being chased. Due to her panic, she accidentally chose a dead end and trapped herself. Song Jia took hold of this opportunity to block her.

Spreading her arms like a goalkeeper, her blue eyes glared at the young child as she said through gritted teeth, "Coin pouch."

A child was still a child, after all. Looking at Song Jia's aggressive posture, she immediately got scared and surrendered the coin pouch. Song Jia wanted to scold her some more, but saw that she was so thin a single breeze could blow her away. After a pause, she took out a large portion of the money from the coin pouch and gave it to her.

"Don't steal, and find some way to make this money last longer. Where's your mother?"

The child shrank back and stammered, "She's...dead."