I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

The farming boy was the first to rush forward, followed by the villagers waving their swords and rushing into the dark woods. Suddenly, there was a sound of swords clashing.

"What the hell is this!?"

"Spare my life, don't kill me!"

Soon, various pleas for mercy were heard, but Song Wanqing did not relax. She stared at a place not far away, and always felt that a pair of sinister eyes were staring at her.

Those were just minions just now. The real boss is probably still hiding in the dark and hasn't appeared yet.

"Madam, I saw that woman." Cheng Qian'an suddenly whispered in Song Wanqing's ear.

Song Wanqing's face changed slightly. As expected, a man in black suddenly rushed out from the front, and a cold light flashed before his eyes!

She jumped back in a hurry, and at the same time, she waved her sword unconsciously. The sword flashed, and the black-clothed man's hat was blown off, and his long hair spread out.

It's a woman!

Song Wanqing had no time to doubt that she could actually dance with a sword. She looked at Cheng Qian'an, only to see that he had a gloomy face and tightly gripped the hilt of the sword. Under the cold moonlight, his murderous aura was evident.

"No, you are not allowed to hurt my wife!"

With angry eyes, he rushed towards the woman and chopped her down with his knife with almost all his strength!

The woman opened her eyes wide and hurriedly raised her sword to strike up and down. The sword instantly broke into two pieces, but in the blink of an eye, she was easily subdued to the ground.

"You...you..." The woman's face turned pale. She looked at Cheng Qian'an in surprise. Only then did she realize that the young man was actually a handsome man, even more handsome than Pan An!

"Stop it!" Suddenly, she shouted, and the sound of fighting disappeared instantly. A group of men in black were pinned down by the villagers and thrown in front of Song Wanqing.

Everything changed so quickly that Song Wanqing didn't have time to react. She saw the woman staring at her husband, as fierce as a wolf or a tiger, exactly the same look she had given Xiang Weilan before!

Another woman who covets her husband's looks. Song Wanqing pursed her pink lips slightly, and the displeasure in her heart gradually dissipated.

She pulled Cheng Qian behind her, raised her chin slightly, stared at the woman in front of her with cold eyes and said, "Who are you and why did you attack our village at night?"

The woman frowned, her eyes filled with disdain, and she said, "Humph! Who are you? Do you need to interfere in my Wen Lingyue's work?"

It was quite crazy. Song Wanqing smiled coldly, "Miss Wen, I advise you to surrender, otherwise our people will not be gentle when they start fighting. Don't blame me if I hurt you."

I thought Wen Lingyue would still be stubborn, but she just raised her hands and said, "Okay, I surrender!"

Song Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and Wen Lingyue spoke again: "May I ask what is this gentleman's name, how old is he, and is he married?"

Her gaze passed over Song Wanqing and looked at Cheng Qian'an, and a hint of shyness appeared on her pretty face.

Wen Lingyue, very good, I’ll remember this name!

Song Wanqing's eyes were as cold as frost. She was the first person who dared to tease Cheng Qian'an so bluntly in front of her.

Cheng Qian'an shuddered all over, and he lowered his brows. This naked look was exactly the same as the one from the woman who came to buy things last time. No, it was even more disgusting than that!

He moved closer to Song Wanqing, revealing only his eyes, and hummed, "My lady, I'm scared."

Wife?!

Wen Lingyue was shocked, and then she remembered that when he was bravely attacking her just now, he also called out "wife".

Only then did she look straight at Song Wanqing, and saw that her cold face was like frost from the sky, and her noble and reserved appearance made people fear her from the bottom of their hearts and make it difficult for them to touch her.

Jealousy suddenly burned in his chest, Wen Lingyue clenched his fists, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

Song Wanqing's face turned slightly cold. She met Wen Lingyue's jealous eyes without fear. The person behind her leaned towards her.

She curled her lips slightly, and said provocatively with a smile: "Miss Wen, you don't look very happy."

How can I be happy? Such a handsome young man turned out to be the wife of this woman. What's the use of being good-looking? If it wasn't for that young man, he would have been killed by her knife!

Wen Lingyue's face was extremely embarrassed. She snorted disdainfully: "For a person like you, you can only hide behind the young master and act pitiful, right?"

Before Song Wanqing could speak, Cheng Qian'an frowned and retorted: "My lady, I will protect you! No need, you take care of it."

Wen Lingyue was so angry that she almost vomited blood!

Song Wanqing sighed. It seemed that Miss Wen was not someone who could be easily dealt with. She waved her hand, summoned the villagers, and said in a cold voice, "Catch these people back to the village and interrogate them thoroughly."

The group of men in black who were so aggressive just now were escorted back to the village in a panic, and the villagers gathered together to cheer and curse.

Wen Lingyue was originally full of disdain as the entrance to this shabby village looked extremely shabby. But once she entered the village, her eyes lit up. She saw tiled houses and wooden houses arranged in an orderly manner, and women, children and the little ones were all full of energy. There were actually many new and interesting things around her that she couldn't understand!

She opened her eyes wide and looked around, and found that there was a jar at the door of every household, and it was full of food!

With so many, aren't you afraid of them being stolen? Wen Lingyue frowned and looked at the man and woman walking in front with complicated eyes. It was obvious that the people around her were particularly respectful to her. She must be the boss of the village.

Just relying on that woman? What skills does she have?

Wen Lingyue was puzzled. The person in front of her suddenly stopped. Song Wanqing turned around leisurely. She was wearing a tight casual clothes, which made her figure look slender. Her cold face contained danger, and her black eyes were staring at her like a cold blade.

Wen Lingyue was stunned for a moment, and felt a chill running down from head to toe.

"Miss Wen, we have never met each other and have no grudges against each other. Why did you attack our stronghold at night?" Song Wanqing opened her pink lips.

"Oh!" Wen Lingyue reacted, his eyes tinged with sarcasm, and he said with disgust: "There is war outside now, the enemy army is attacking the city, the people are displaced and countless people are killed and injured, but you guys are enjoying life, but you are willing to be cowards and enjoy yourself here, I, Wen Lingyue, can't stand it the most!"

Hearing this, Song Wanqing's eyes narrowed, and she asked in a deep voice, "What does Miss Wen mean? What's the situation outside now?"

"Why should I tell you, a coward? If you have the guts, go and find out by yourself!" Wen Lingyue snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Song Wanqing pursed her thin lips. Through several rounds of contact, she could feel Wen Lingyue's great hostility towards her, and it would be difficult to get useful information from her.

At this time, Cheng Qian came up and stretched out his hand to wipe away the worry on Song Wanqing's brow, "Madam, do you need my help?"

Song Wanqing stared at him deeply, lowered his eyes, and said, "Go ask Miss Wen what the situation is outside."

He hesitated, looked at Wen Lingyue with some fear, then looked at the worry between Song Wanqing's brows, and said boldly: "Miss Wen, what's the situation outside?"

As expected, beauty is the most effective. Wen Lingyue immediately turned around, her eyes unusually bright, and began to tell Cheng Qian'an about the outside world.

"Xuancheng..."