The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

If Li Lin is a poisonous snake at this moment, then Song Jin is the jackal hovering around the snake and scorpion.

Both of them looked as if they wanted to eat her.

Li Lin is fine, she’s just a stepmother.

Song Jin is my biological father.

"Dad, do you think so too?" Song Nian blinked in disappointment, trying hard to suppress his emotions, his voice suddenly becoming freezing cold.

Song Jin immediately put aside his doubts and patted Li Lin on the shoulder before standing up, as if to silently comfort her.

"Xiao Nian, don't confront your aunt. It's really such a big thing happened to Xiao Lai. Our family is about to fall apart."

"Then sacrifice me? Your own daughter?"

Without waiting for Song's father to answer, Song Nian pushed him away and rushed out of the house.

Song Nian ran to the subway station in one breath, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the doors on the tracks closed and no one caught up with her.

Of course, she wouldn't admit what Li Lin said. Rebirth wouldn't make her any smarter, but after everything she'd experienced before, she wouldn't continue to be foolish. In her past life, Song Lai had done so many evil things to her, and she'd only gotten away with him being imprisoned. She wasn't stupid. Song Lai was just a little kid; the real masterminds were Li Lin and Song Jin.

"Why did you just let her get away like that?"

When Li Lin saw Song Nian running away, he wanted to chase her, but was stopped by Song Jin.

She roared, "If she doesn't go and take the blame for Xiao Lai, then what will happen to my Xiao Lai?"

"Although Xiao Lai is important, don't forget our plan!" Song Jin gritted his teeth and reminded him, which finally calmed down the collapsed Li Lin.

But she was her biological daughter after all. When Li Lin looked up again, tears were streaming down her face. "Then you have a way, right? You can definitely rescue my Xiao Lai, right?"

Song Jin hated to see women cry, especially Li Lin, who was eight years younger than him, in the prime of her life and still charming and seductive. She was especially playful in bed and could please him the most. Sometimes, when the passion was strong, she would even deliberately act like a spoiled child and cry a few times for fun.

Seeing her crying so desperately, his heart was broken.

"Don't worry, I still have some connections that I didn't plan to use right now, so let's rescue Xiao Lai first."

Song Jin pressed the woman into his arms and dialed a secret number with his other hand. But before the call was connected, he leaned over to the woman's ear and carefully warned her, "For our future, we can't force Xiao Nian now. Don't say anything like what you just said again."

For some reason, when Song Nian asked him to 'sacrifice her' just now, he always felt that the girl seemed to know something.

……

"Your Highness, they've taken the bait."

Nearly a hundred refugees suddenly arrived from all directions, scrambling for food without a word. The convicts and refugees, freshly fed, would not allow others to rob them of their chance to survive. The two groups now faced off.

Ever since the refugees discovered the first wave of food last night and let out a roar that pierced the sky, Qi Yu had been on guard at all times.

At dawn today, when one person was missing from the crowd, he knew there would be trouble. He didn't bring it up, but was just waiting for the other party to come to him.

At this moment, with Zhao Li and the yamen runners in front, Qi Yu naturally would not be the first to stand out.

He stood at the back of the crowd with Jiang Zhi. He noticed the shoes on the refugees across from him, curled his lips wickedly, and said jokingly, "With so many people, it must have taken a lot of effort."

Jiang Zhi followed his gaze and noticed something was wrong.

"Although these people are all pale and thin, and their clothes are ragged, the shoes on their feet are white and intact. Your Highness has a sharp eye, these people are not from Huai Village."

"They're not refugees, but they might not be from Huai Village." Qi Yu's eyes were deep as he scanned the surroundings. His sharp ears moved, and he understood what he meant. "Don't be impulsive later. Leave everything to Zhao Li. As for now, there are still important people who haven't arrived yet."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Jiang Zhi has never been a person who meddles in other people's affairs. Moreover, since His Highness has his plan and is no longer depressed, he is happy to see it succeed.

But the current situation seems a little... out of control.

"How dare you! This is under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. We have been ordered to detain the exiles and build a temple here. If you dare to act rashly, you will be arrested!"

Zhao Li roared, and several yamen runners behind him immediately drew their swords, ready to charge at any time.

The refugees seemed genuinely fearless, pressing their swords against the men. "Come on, if you can, kill us! I don't care about your imperial court. There's a famine right now, and if we can't get enough food, we'll starve to death. A corpse lying there is the same as a good death, so why not just live a full life?"

“The food is there.”

"It's cabbage, there's rice, and they even have oil."

The refugees were sharp-eyed and discovered the food hidden by the prisoners, and swarmed over.

The yamen runners didn't dare to actually hurt anyone, and the situation was out of control for a while.

"We can't steal this. This is the food we found."

"That was given to us by God. If anyone dares to steal it, I...I will fight him!"

The convicts also went crazy. They picked up hoes and other tools for building the temple and started fighting with the refugees.

During the famine years, people were hungry and food was their life.

What's the use of the imperial court's jurisdiction or the protection of officials? For them, a full meal can help them live three more days, and no one wants to die.

"Retreat, everyone, retreat!"

Zhao Li held up his knife, his eyes red. He had already blocked more than ten people with a few moves, but the other side had a hundred people in total, and he and his brothers could not fight against four hands with two fists.

In anxiety, his bloodshot eyes found Qi Yu. Just as he was about to ask him for help, seeing that he had his arms folded across his chest and looked relaxed, Zhao Li snorted.

He swung his sword in anger, and blood splattered. He actually cut off a man's arm.

"what--"

Screams pierced the silence.

Zhao Li was also shocked. He had just been angry and had no intention of hurting anyone, but now that things had come to this, he could no longer care about that. He roared, "I'll say it again, who else is going to rush forward?"

The refugees were stunned and stopped looting.

No one expected that the police would kill someone.

Looking at the villager lying on the ground with an arm missing, blood mixed with sand from the wound on his broken arm, he rolled on the ground and screamed in pain. No one could remember his name, so it was obvious that he was just there to make up the numbers. Besides, he was not dead, so no one dared to move.

"Drag him down."

Zhao Li had the man taken away for bandaging. Since the man was not dead and was still alive, he did not kill him.

But now that things have come to this, he used his aura to intimidate and say, "I don't care where you come from, you all retreat!"

"Where did this little yamen runner come from? He has such a heavy burden!"

A majestic and sharp voice came from behind in the distance.

The refugees seemed to see hope, and in an instant their panic and fear turned into joy.

The crowd dispersed, and only a big-bodied, fat-headed, big-eared man wearing a navy blue official uniform was seen walking towards them.

The black hat on his head trembled from side to side as he walked. Seeing the bloodstains on the ground and the chaotic scene, his eyes showed ferocity.

"You little yamen runner, how dare you kill someone in the street under my supervision? Come on, arrest him!"