Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

The leader stepped forward, his voice cold and rigid, devoid of any human emotion: "Regardless of your identity, you are ordered by your superiors to investigate the epidemic in the village. There is someone infected in this house, and we are ordered to take them away and place them in a centralized location."

"Settlement?"

Lin Yiwan sneered, her heart instantly turning cold.

The epidemic had been spreading in the village for many days. The so-called centralized resettlement was actually just dragging people to deserted, epidemic-ridden shacks in the suburbs, where they would never return and would be left to die.

Her Miao'er had just struggled back from the brink of death. Her high fever had subsided slightly, but her breathing was weak, and she could barely open her eyes. If they forcibly took her away now, she would surely die within half an hour.

Moreover, these people came suspiciously and swiftly, without even daring to show their faces. This is not epidemic prevention; they are clearly using the epidemic as a pretext to commit murder and take Miao'er's life!

When Zhan Yan saw that his daughter's condition was relapsed and that ordinary medicine was ineffective, he was extremely anxious. He personally led his elite guards to the cliff behind the mountain to pick life-saving herbs. Before leaving, he repeatedly told her to take good care of his daughter and hold on until he returned.

The guards in the courtyard are few and far between, and are no match for these assassins.

Lin Yiwan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stood firmly in front of the door, her arms slightly outstretched, protecting the entire door behind her.

Inside the room lay her daughter, Zhan Miao, whom she had carried for ten months and who was as precious as her own flesh and blood. The legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhanyi was her destiny.

"I advise you to think this through." Lin Yiwan's voice was clear and steady, carrying throughout the entire courtyard.

"Lying inside is Zhan Miao, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhanyi. I am Lin Yiwan, the wife of the Marquis of Zhanyi. If you dare to step into this house today, you will be making an enemy of the entire Zhan family!"

She deliberately raised her voice and clearly stated her identity and name.

The Marquis of Zhanyi's mansion is renowned for its prestige and deep-rooted influence within the military. Zhan Yan, in particular, wields real power and is a decisive and ruthless marquis. To harm his eldest daughter is tantamount to directly challenging the Marquis's bottom line.

Sure enough, the leader's eyes changed slightly, clearly not expecting that the person they were taking away was the eldest daughter of the Zhan family.

But he had someone backing him up, and after only a moment of hesitation, he hardened his expression again: "In the face of the epidemic, there is no distinction between the noble and the lowly. The imperial decree is paramount, and we only know how to follow orders. We have no knowledge of any noble lady!"

Lin Yiwan pressed on relentlessly, her gaze sharp as a knife: "If it is an imperial decree, do you have an imperial edict? Do you have official documents? Do you have a record of the epidemic personally diagnosed by the imperial physician? You have no imperial edict, no official documents, and no evidence. You are hiding your faces and acting furtively, yet you dare to claim that you are acting on orders?"

Her words were sharp and to the point: "I think you're not doing this for epidemic prevention at all; someone is using the chaos of the epidemic to secretly kill my daughter!"

"presumptuous!"

The leader, his secret exposed, flew into a rage and slammed his hand on the hilt of his knife. "It seems the lady is determined to obstruct official business!"

"It's not about obstructing official business, it's about preventing you from indiscriminately killing innocent people!"

Lin Yiwan stood firm, her back ramrod straight. Her plain clothes trembled slightly in the cold wind, yet she exuded a fierce determination to never back down.

"Although my daughter contracted the plague, she is recovering. Instead of helping the vulnerable, you try to break in and kill the daughter of the Marquis's family with just empty words. Today, with me here, you will not be able to touch a single hair on my daughter's head!"

"Those who block the way, die!" a man in black shouted sternly.

"Then you'll have to step over me first!" Lin Yiwan pressed her body firmly against the door without blinking.

"I will not let you through this door. If you want to force your way in, kill me first. The Marquis of Zhanyi's mansion will investigate to the end and eradicate those behind you, reducing them to ashes!"

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

The coldness of the blade rushed towards them, and a dozen men in black stepped forward in unison, their murderous aura filling the air, as if the air in the courtyard had been frozen.

Lin Yiwan's palms were already soaked with cold sweat, her heart was pounding, and her legs were trembling slightly, but she did not retreat an inch.

The moment she stepped back, Miao'er inside the house was doomed.

She is a mother, a lady of the Marquis's household, and today she will risk her life to protect her daughter.

The leader's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty as he stared intently at her.

Kill the Lady Hou?

That would be an irreconcilable feud. Once Zhan Yan returns, he will surely unleash his full power to take revenge, and those behind them may not be able to protect him.

Force your way in?

This woman was fighting for her life with a resolute attitude, making it impossible to succeed quietly in the short term. If too much time was wasted and Zhan Yan returned with his guards, they would all be surrounded and killed here, with none of them surviving.

Going forward is a dead end.

Retreat would be impossible to explain.

The man in black froze in place, facing off against Lin Yiwan from a distance.

The cold wind howled, and the courtyard was deathly silent, with only the sound of each other's heavy breathing remaining.

Lin Yiwan steadied herself and continued to calmly negotiate: "I know you are also acting under orders. Have you thought this through? Is it worth risking your own lives and the safety of your families for someone else's personal grudge?"

"Retreat now, and I can pretend today's events never happened. But if you take another step forward, today will be your burial ground!"

Her gaze was calm and dignified, exuding an air of authority without anger. Despite being just a woman, her fierce protectiveness of her child instilled fear in even these bloodthirsty assassins.

The leader's eyes shifted several times as he weighed his options, but ultimately he dared not actually make a move.

He gritted his teeth, his sinister gaze sweeping over Lin Yiwan's figure blocking the doorway, and he uttered a vicious sentence: "Let's go!"

The man in black retreated slowly, unwilling to give up, and soon disappeared at the end of the alley.

Only when the last dark figure disappeared did Lin Yiwan's tense mind suddenly relax.

All her strength vanished instantly; her legs went weak, and she staggered, grabbing the doorframe to keep from falling. Her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and the wind chilled her to the bone.

She was panting heavily, her heart still pounding.

Just a moment ago, she was only one step away from death.

But she held on.

Lin Yiwan, holding onto the doorframe, slowly turned around and looked at Zhan Miao, who was lying quietly on the bed inside the room. Her daughter's face was still pale, and her breathing was weak, but it had become a little more steady.

She moved step by step to the bedside, her eyes reddening, almost bursting into tears. She reached out and gently stroked her daughter's feverish forehead, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Miao'er, don't be afraid, Mother is here, Mother has protected you."

She dared not leave, so she sat by the bed, guarding her daughter and waiting for Zhan Yan to return.

Not long after, hurried and familiar footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Zhan Yan was covered in dust, his clothes were stained with dirt, and there were bits of grass in his hair. He tightly clutched a few herbs covered in soil in his hand. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife's pale face and the messy state of the courtyard.

His expression changed drastically, and his voice was hoarse with lingering fear: "Wanwan, what just happened?!"

Lin Yiwan raised her head and looked at her husband. All the composure she had been maintaining collapsed at that moment, and her voice choked slightly: "Zhan Yan, you're back. Just now, a group of masked men tried to take Miao'er away as a patient with the plague, but I stopped them."