The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

"Village Chief Luo," Lan Tian said, suppressing his anger, "When did that bandit collude with you? When, where, and with whom?"

Village Chief Luo knelt on the ground, looking at the blood-stained and muddy ground in front of him. "About half a month ago, they wore black clothes, covered their faces with black cloth, leaving only their eyes exposed. They broke into my home in the middle of the night, threatened me with a knife, and asked me to cooperate with them to rob Luojia Village."

"I originally refused, sir!" Village Chief Luo raised his tearful eyes and looked at Lantian in front of him, "But they are threatening my family's lives. If I report it to the police, if I don't do what they say, then I will be the one to die."

Just when Lantian couldn't help but want to attack him, Zhao Yunshan rushed out and punched him with a big fist. "Puff", the old man lost two teeth.

Mingyang quickly covered Mingyue's eyes, and this scene was seen by the Lan siblings.

So, while Lantian continued to interrogate Village Chief Luo, the bloodstains, dirt, and the two teeth on the ground were all cleaned up.

Mingyue didn't feel anything, her mind was filled with resentment towards Village Chief Luo.

"Sir, you hit me, but you can't hit my little grandson again!" Village Chief Luo said, covering his mouth.

"Are you willing to disregard the lives of the entire village just for that little bit of silver and just for your own family?" Zhao Yunshan grabbed his collar and lifted him up high.

"Cough, cough, cough, let go!" Village Chief Luo struggled.

"Did they fulfill their promise? Did they spare your family's lives? Did they give you ten thousand taels?" Lantian asked.

Zhao Yunshan put it down. After all, he had to keep it alive. "I'll keep it... and give you the silver..."

Lantian scoffed, "Heh, they're quite honest, so why are there only three of you, the grandfather and the grandson, left in your family?"

The old man blushed with guilt, "Isn't this because I'm afraid it will be too conspicuous? It would be strange if only my family survived."

Zhao Yunshan suddenly thought of something when he heard this. "Did the bandits let your family go?"

The old man, Village Chief Luo, nodded, then shook his head as if he had come to his senses.

But no one cared about his subsequent denial.

"So, the bandits let your family go, but in order to avoid suspicion and for the sake of the ten thousand taels of silver, you should kill all ten people in the family. Do it yourself." Zhao Yunshan had been on the battlefield. In his eyes, people can be very kind or very evil.

Village Chief Luo was horrified, not even able to hide the regret and guilt on his face, "You...how did you know..."

"Aren't you afraid that those wronged souls will come to find you in the middle of the night!!" Lantian roared. He had never seen such a selfish person. It would be bad enough if he just ignored other people's lives, but he could actually kill his own relatives.

He remembered that the village chief's house was the least damaged, but the people in the house died just as tragically as those outside...

It is hard to imagine how he attacked his son, daughter-in-law, and old wife... and he was so brutal in disemboweling them.

Mingyue's eyes almost turned red. She looked at Village Chief Luo and saw various red and white halos lingering around him, but there were no halos around her father and Uncle Lan.

She rubbed her eyes, but it was still the same. Could these be the souls of those he had killed? Why were there so many?

Those halos, as if sensing something, slowly approached the bright moon...

Suddenly, Mingyue's mind raced through the lives of these people...

She saw the village chief's son, a farmer who looked like him but was honest and capable. She saw Liu Meimei's parents, bowing to her in gratitude. She saw Chunchun's mother, Hehua's father...

Tears instantly blurred my eyes.

"Sister, sister," Mingyang called Mingyue anxiously, trying to wake her up.

Mingyue seemed to have finally come to her senses. She lay in her eldest brother's arms and cried softly, "Brother, the people in Luojia Village are too miserable. Wuwuwu."

Last time at Liu Guiren's house, he saw the tragic life of the woman in the pottery jar; this time, he saw the dead souls again. Mingyue accepted the sudden appearance of this ability well, but could not let go of the suffering of these people.

Mingyang patted her back gently, unable to say any words of comfort. The deceased is gone, gone forever, and there is no point in saying more.

Those dead souls gradually became tangible in front of the bright moon, which was their happiest moment, and then gradually disappeared in the cell.

If Liu Wangshan were here, he would have seen this scene. However, the soul that appeared before him should have retained its original death posture, rather than the gentle halo of different colors shining before the bright moon.

Fortunately, Mingyue was only sad for a while, but she finally calmed down and said to Mingyang, "Brother, he's not telling the truth. He must be hiding something!"

Mingyue thought of the scene she had just witnessed: Village Chief Luo pointed at his son and scolded him, "Why are you unwilling to inherit my noble bloodline?"

Village Chief Luo's son waved his hand and said, "Dad, I'm just an ordinary farmer from Dazhou. I just want to farm for the rest of my life. Don't worry about that. I'll make money and provide for your retirement."

Then he picked up his hoe, turned around and left without seeing the vicious look in Village Chief Luo's eyes.

"Big brother also thinks he's not very reliable. Every time he tells me to do something, it's like making noodles, squeezing a little bit at a time." Mingyang complained.

"Hahahaha! Brother, your description is so apt!" Mingyue was amused by him.

"I feel like he's mixing truth with lies," Lan Jinlin said.

Mingyang glanced at him and nodded.

Mingyue yawned, feeling a little tired. This matter was really difficult. She was so stupid that she decided not to think about it. "Brother, I want to go back."

Mingyang was about to pick her up and send her back when he saw Lan Yuer pick Mingyue up and said, "Don't bother Mr. Zhao. I'll take Yueyue back."

Mingyang looked at their departing backs and felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, although Lan Yu'er is a woman, she wears men's clothes and is even more handsome than ordinary young men. Her sister who likes beautiful things will not be seduced away by anyone.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter how good the mirror polish is, as long as my sister likes it.

"Hey, Zhizhi." Mingyang called Zhizhi who was turning back to get the hand warmer.

"Young Master, what's the matter?" Zhizhi asked anxiously. After all, the young lady was about to walk far away outside, and she didn't want to fall behind.

"Zhizhi, you must follow Mingyue closely and never let her and Lan Yuer be alone in the same room. Do you understand?" Mingyang pulled her to the corner and whispered.

"I understand, I understand!" No one can steal the young lady away from me! Zhizhi said and turned around and ran to chase Mingyue.

Mingyang stood there, feeling a little bitter. He seemed to have forgotten that this girl, Lan Yuer, would probably be just as bad after the New Year...

Turning around, he found Lan Jinlin had walked up behind him at some point, looking at him strangely, "You, are you on guard against my sister?"