After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

The yamen runner wanted to argue and said to Song Wen, "Sir..."

His voice trembled as he tried to explain something.

However, before he could finish his words, Song Wen interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

Song Wen's eyes revealed determination and resoluteness. He said, "I don't want to waste time talking to you! Since you don't want to talk, I'll check it myself!"

Seeing Song Wen's tough attitude, the yamen runners were frightened.

They swallowed, with embarrassed looks on their faces.

One is his immediate superior, and the other is the most powerful family here, neither of them can afford to offend.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

When Song Wen saw that they didn't say anything, he raised his foot and wanted to leave.

When the yamen runners saw Song Wen wanted to leave, they immediately panicked.

They exchanged anxious glances, and then one of the yamen runners mustered up the courage to speak to Song Wen, "Master Song! Let's talk! It was the Liang family who told us to do this!"

Hearing his words, Song Wen snorted coldly, and the expression on his face became even gloomier.

He slowly turned around, staring at the yamen runner with a gaze as sharp as a knife, and then said, "It's true! Do you do whatever the Liang family tells you to do? If they tell you to eat shit, would you be happy to do it?"

"If you do this, who will dare to do business here in the future?"

After hearing what Song Wen said, the yamen runners nodded quickly with an apologetic expression on their faces.

They all said, "Master Song, we won't dare to do it again. Please give us a chance. We are only doing this under pressure."

Although they looked sincere, their eyes revealed a hint of disapproval, as if they just hoped to get away with it quickly.

Song Wen seemed to have seen through their thoughts. He snorted coldly and said to them, "Why don't you leave quickly? What are you doing here?"

His tone was filled with impatience and disgust.

Hearing Song Wen's words, the yamen runners immediately nodded, and then swarmed out of the inn.

Perhaps because they were too panicked, the yamen runners walked in a hurried and chaotic manner, as if they were afraid that Song Wen would call them again.

The housekeeper stood not far away and watched the yamen runners leave in disgrace.

The excited expression on his face gradually froze, and then turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Then, he gnashed his teeth and said, "Damn Song Wen! How dare you ruin our Liang family's good fortune!"

After saying that, he spat fiercely on the ground, his eyes full of resentment.

Then the butler turned around and quickly left the place, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness.

He knew that this matter would never end here, and he had to find a way to take revenge on Song Wen and make him pay the price.

After the yamen runners left, Song Wen came to Zhang Liang.

He cupped his hands and said apologetically, "My dear brother, I'm so sorry to have frightened you."

Having said that, Song Wen sighed deeply, his heart filled with helplessness.

Zhang Liang waved his hand and said, "Master Song, there's no need to be so. We all know that you love your people like your own children. If it weren't for the aristocratic families around, perhaps you would have governed this place well."

When Song Wen heard Zhang Liang mention this, his eyes dimmed a lot.

Song Wen then smiled at Zhang Liang and said softly, "Since the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, I will not bother you any more."

"If anyone comes to trouble you in the future, just have them come to me. I will handle it impartially, but the prerequisite is that you have not violated the law."

After hearing what Song Wen said, Zhang Liang and Zhong Tian smiled at each other, and there seemed to be some secret hidden in that smile.

It turned out that all this was due to Zhao Ruoruo's superb makeup skills. She disguised Zhang Liang and Zhong Tian so cleverly that after a long period of contact, Song Wen was unable to recognize their true identities.

Otherwise, Song Wen would have ordered the yamen runners to arrest them long ago.

Just as Song Wen was about to turn and leave, Zhang Liang suddenly called out to him, "Sir Song, please stay."

Upon hearing this, Song Wen paused, turned around in confusion, and looked at Zhang Liang with a questioning look, not understanding why he was calling him at this moment.

Zhang Liang keenly caught the flicker of doubt in Song Wen's eyes. He spoke quickly, his tone sincere, "Sir Song, you just helped me solve a problem. I will always remember this kindness. I would like to treat you to a meal to express my deep gratitude."

Zhong Tian, ​​who was listening, was so surprised that his eyes widened as he secretly tried to guess the deeper meaning of his lord's action.

Although their disguise is now perfect, inviting Song Wen to dinner undoubtedly increases the risk of exposing their identities.

However, this was his lord's decision, so he had no choice but to suppress his doubts and wait and see what would happen.

After hearing Zhang Liang's words, Song Wen gently shook his head and replied with a smile, "Young brother, you're too polite. As an official appointed by the court, it's my duty to relieve the people's worries. There's no need to be so grateful."

"I appreciate your kindness, but please don't skip the meal."

Seeing Song Wen's refusal, Zhang Liang spoke again, "Please don't refuse, Lord Song. This meal means a lot to me. It not only represents my gratitude but also my respect for you. If you refuse, my grateful heart will be hard to calm down."

Seeing this, Zhong Tian quickly agreed, "Yes, Master Song, just agree to my young master's request! He always keeps his word. If you don't comply, I'm afraid he will really be upset about it and lose sleep at night."

Faced with the double "offensive" of Zhang Liang and Zhong Tian, ​​Song Wen seemed a little caught off guard.

He pondered for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind.

Finally, he sighed helplessly.

Finally, he nodded and said softly, "Well, since you insist so much, I'll respectfully obey your orders. But please remember, this is just a meal, so there's no need to be extravagant."

After the butler left, he ran back in a hurry, his steps hurried, as if there was something urgent to report.

Seeing how anxious he was, Liang Xiujie couldn't help but frown, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

He asked in a deep voice, "What happened again? Why do you look so anxious? Also, have you done everything I asked you to do?"

Hearing Liang Xiujie's question, the housekeeper took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his breathing.

He raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then immediately said, "Master, things were going smoothly, but that old guy Song Wen showed up out of nowhere and messed things up."

After saying this, the butler shut up and said no more.

After hearing his words, Liang Xiujie's face instantly turned gloomy, as if the dark sky suddenly lost its last ray of light.

He pursed his lips tightly, a hint of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, even the air in the room seemed to freeze, with only the sound of Liang Xiujie's fingers tapping lightly on the stool.

"Knock knock knock" echoed in this silent space. Every knock seemed to knock on the heart of everyone present, making people feel an invisible pressure and tension.

When the housekeeper saw Liang Xiujie like this, he didn't dare to say a word and stood beside him with his head lowered.

Finally, after a brief silence, Liang Xiujie slowly opened his eyes. His usually gentle and deep eyes now revealed a chilling coldness.

"Since Song Wen came here, he has repeatedly disrupted our plans, greatly reducing our control over this place!"

Liang Xiujie's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with uncontrollable anger.

"If I don't get rid of this old guy, I won't be able to sleep or eat!"

"I think the other three families also want to get rid of Song Wen!"

After saying this, he sighed deeply again.

As these last words fell, a cold and sharp aura emanated from him, like the biting winter wind, making people shiver involuntarily.

This murderous intent not only seemed to lower the temperature in the room a bit, but also made the already heavy atmosphere even more oppressive.