Never divorce, never stop getting rich

"It seems like a fight broke out in the back."

The carriage sped away for a long distance before the whole family dared to look back. There were deafening shouts and cries of killing behind them, but no one was seen chasing them for a long time.

Qian Qiansui also leaned over the window and looked out, and sure enough, the pursuers had disappeared.

Since there were no pursuers, Lai Shun did not dare to stop and went straight along the path to the village at the foot of the mountain.

To return to Beijing from here, we have to go around Panshi Mountain and the surrounding mountains. It is estimated that we will not reach Beijing before midnight, so we might as well look for a place to stay in a nearby town.

Quan Jiafu was a very outgoing person. He used to work for Su Guang, the chief steward of the Marquis' Mansion. He had his own way of getting around outside and quickly found an inn that was clean and close to the government office.

Lai Shun went downstairs to prepare dinner, leaving Wen Chun, Qian Qiansui and Sang Biao in the room.

"These people are the same group that tried to assassinate us last time."

Wen Chun became more and more confused, and the information he received from the organization became vague. His target has always been clear, which is Anshun Hou Fu Zichan.

But now, no one has found him alive or dead, and almost all traces of his existence are left by Yan Sui and Qian Qiansui who were beside Fu Zichan.

Where is Fu Zichan? Is this another conspiracy?

"It seems that we have been too conspicuous recently. Nothing happens when we stay in the Marquis' Mansion." Qian Qiansui sat at the table with his chin in his hand, plucking the wick of the lamp with a hairpin.

"Why are you pursuing me so relentlessly? Did you offend someone, or did Fu Zichan offend someone?" Wen Chun couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw Qian Qiansui's indifferent look.

Since he could be sent to assassinate Fu Zichan, other forces might also be sent to assassinate Fu Zichan or even her herself. They escaped several times before, but it doesn't mean it will be so easy in the future.

"What? Are you worried about me?" Qian Qiansui put down the hairpin, tilted his head and said with a wicked smile.

Wen Chun was so angry with her that he was about to leave with his sword in his arms.

"I'm worried that you'll die at the hands of someone else and I won't be able to avenge you!"

The thing about this man is his tough talk.

Qian Qiansui was just about to make another joke when Sang Biao leaped to the bedside. A dark shadow then came in and almost got into a fight with Sang Biao.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just passing by... Madam? Why are you here?" The black shadow rolled on the ground, raised his hands and stayed where he was.

"Sikong? Sikong Taxing?" Qian Qiansui also thought about it for a while before remembering such a person. After all, she had not been to the academy for a long time.

"Madam, can I borrow someone from you?" Sikong Taxing first ran to the window and looked outside, then turned to Qian Qiansui and asked anxiously.

"Who? What are you going to do?" Qian Qiansui asked cautiously.

"Your personal bodyguard."

Sikong Taxing pointed at Wen Chun who was already at the door and said, "It's too late. They're chasing us. We have to go and save them. There are people trafficking people in this town, right over at Lingang. They're going to take them away tonight, and we'll never be able to find them again."

"Human trafficking?"

Qian Qiansui stood up. This matter was intolerable no matter in the previous life or in ancient times.

"Some were kidnapped by them, and others were taken by loan sharks, who cheated or robbed the children's relatives."

Sikong Taxing was in a very heavy mood. There were calls for fighting and killing in the martial arts world, but most of the grievances were just that, and there was a perpetrator for every debt owed. Anyone with a little bit of blood in his veins could not tolerate people being sold like animals like this.

"Where is the person?" Wen Chun had obviously made up his mind.

Four people appeared stealthily in an alley near Lingang. Sikong Taxing glanced at Qian Qiansui and the maidservant in embarrassment and whispered, "Are you going too?"

Then he pointed at the dog in Qian Qiansui's arms and asked, "You're still bringing the dog?"

"What do you know? It's more useful than you."

Qian Qiansui took Lai Si to the right place and said to Sikong Taxing, "When there's a commotion up ahead, you take them in to rescue people. The carriage is at the entrance of the alley. The younger ones will take the carriage, and the older ones will follow us. We'll meet at the town entrance."

"Make a fuss? Who's making a fuss?"

Before Sikong Taxing could figure out what was going on, Wen Chun pulled him in. Sang Biao easily jumped to the front, looked back at Qian Qiansui, and followed him in.

"Show them your leg strength, little darling."

Everyone had left. Qian Qiansui patted Rice's butt, and saw the little black Pekingese, with its long flowing hair shaking, running towards the gate of the yard.

Qian Qiansui slowly walked to the entrance of the alley, and heard a loud "bang". Everyone in the yard became agitated, and she could hear the shouting inside even though she was standing outside the wall.

"The gate collapsed! Someone come quickly!"

"Who did this? Who dares to come to our gambling house to mess things up? Don't they know that we have someone in power?"

"Go check it out quickly, catch that guy and kill him."

The flames in the yard grew larger and larger, and Qian Qiansui was also preparing to retreat from the alley to the town entrance.

Qian Qiansui was startled by the tightness around her waist. When she looked up, Wen Chun, wearing a mask, wrapped Qian Qiansui in a cloak and held her in his arms.

Then they jumped up and actually flew up, jumping over other people's roofs from time to time.

"Has the person been rescued?" Qian Qiansui didn't act pretentiously as he was being offered a free errand. He hugged Wen Chun's neck to make himself sit more comfortably.

"Most of them are women and children, about twenty or so in total, half of whom are children. Sikong Taxing has already let them get on the carriages. The rest who want to go home can go back at night.

If you're homeless, you can just follow the carriage out of town." Wen Chun tried to keep his arms steady to avoid any bumps.

"If they really have nowhere to go, let them go to the academy."

If he hadn't met her, he could have turned a blind eye to it, but now that he had met her, Qian Qiansui always felt that he should do something.

The moonlight was bright and the town was in turmoil, but Qian Qiansui, who had already asked Sikong Taxing to send his men away, slept soundly.

"So, why are you still here?" Qian Qiansui lent the carriage to Sikong Taxing last night, but who knew that this man would come back driving the carriage today.

"I was so angry, so angry that I didn't sleep all night. I sent him to the academy and then came back."

When Sikong Taxing arrived, Qian Qiansui was having breakfast and preparing to hire a carriage to go back later.

"Hasn't everyone been rescued?" Qian Qiansui yawned. This was considered a complete success.

"But those people didn't get the punishment they deserved. I went to their place yesterday and checked some things. A lot of the money they lent was from high-ranking officials in the court.

Even if you sue them, they'll be bailed out. They're deceiving the common people and sucking their blood, but there's no risk at all." Sikong Taxing slammed the table angrily, feeling as if he considered Qian Qiansui and the others his own.

"What if they start a quarrel first?" Qian Qiansui suddenly said.

"What?" Sikong Taxing asked in confusion.

Qian Qiansui seemed to have finally made up his mind and said to Sikong Taxing, "I have an idea. Do you want to try it together?"