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"What do you want to ask?" Zheng Zhian quickly processed the information he had just received, his expression showing no unusual reaction.

Yu Ping raised his eyelids and shook his head. "No." He had already gotten the information he wanted from the previous message, and Zhang He couldn't possibly know anything more.

From this angle, you can see Zheng Zhian's thick, well-defined eyelashes and his mountain-like nose. It has to be said that he has a really good foundation; even with a mask on, he's still quite handsome.

“Since that’s the case…” A sly glint flashed in Zheng Zhian’s eyes, “He did help you, didn’t he?”

A smile flickered across Yu Ping's deep eyes, and his thin lips curled slightly. "Yes."

"Then have your people protect him, is that alright?"

"it is good."

Actually, she was just guessing that Yu Ping's secret guards hadn't left, so she said that on purpose. She didn't expect him to agree so readily. Zheng Zhian raised an eyebrow, thinking that his quick agreement saved her from having to prepare a whole bunch of words later.

Zheng Zhian didn't want to set a trap for him, but since Yu Ping had indeed found out what he wanted to know from them, and the 'ghost' of Ghost Mountain wouldn't easily take Zhang He away, it made perfect sense for him to have his people protect Zhang He as well.

Zheng Zhian silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

If Shadow hadn't been away, she wouldn't have chosen to trouble Yu Ping.

The three brothers inside were completely confused. Yuan Ming's eyes darted around, his mind racing with thoughts of how to catch ghosts and what they looked like.

Zheng Zhian's last words made Chunhua and Xiachan suddenly become vigilant. Neither of them had noticed any unfamiliar presence around them. What if they encountered someone with ill intentions...? Thinking of this, the two reflected on their carelessness and were even more annoyed by their poor martial arts skills. They hadn't even discovered where Yu Ping's secret guards were hiding yet.

Unfortunately, neither of them knew that Yu Ping's secret guards were actually outside the manor, so they naturally couldn't detect them. Even if Ling Fei were here, he wouldn't be able to detect their presence from such a distance.

From the very beginning, when Yu Ping's men were stopped at the foot of the mountain, and they were fully capable of rescuing Yang Yisheng from Li San and leaving, but he proposed to exchange himself, Zheng Zhian immediately sensed that something was wrong.

No matter how kind-hearted a person is, they won't willingly offer themselves up to be slaughtered, especially by someone who poses no threat to them.

Later, when he took Yang Yisheng up the mountain with him, it confirmed Zheng Zhian's idea once again. Encountering bandits on the road may have been an accident for them, but when they saw the uneven quality of the bandits, Yu Ping chose to go with the flow.

As Yue Huan pushed the wooden chair, he admired her quick wit while becoming increasingly wary.

When we first met this young man at the foot of the mountain, he seemed like nothing more than a wealthy young master from a well-to-do family who was ignorant of the ways of the world. As we climbed the mountain, he was simply seen as a witty and talkative young master, lacking any arrogance or superiority complex.

Just when you thought that way, he showed a different kind of unrestrained and boldness, until the aura of a superior that he displayed after entering the house was startling. Just now, when he made a request to the young master, Yue Huan was already sweating profusely.

This person can subtly lower your guard, or even blatantly dig a pit for you to fall into without you even realizing it.

Even his own young master, contrary to his usual behavior, took the initiative to befriend a stranger when he encountered this person... Yue Huan felt more and more terrified as he thought about it.

Seeing that he had a good understanding of the situation, Zheng Zhian looked at Zhang He, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and smiled gently. "It's getting late, Chief, please get some rest. We won't disturb you any longer."

Seeing that the man was about to leave, Zhang He panicked and tried to get up. "Yun...cough cough cough...Young Master Yun, please wait." His rapid coughing brought a slight blush to his pale face.

Upon seeing this, Sun Er immediately stepped forward and helped him up.

Zheng Zhian stopped and turned to watch him struggle to get up. "What is it, Chief?"

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhang He clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed slightly with a solemn expression. "I beg you, Young Master Yun and Young Master Yu, to help the people of this nameless mountain."

He spoke with difficulty, each word distinct. After standing up, he was wearing a white undershirt, his tall body hunched over, the blood seeping from his wound at his waist making him stand out conspicuously. His right trouser leg was rolled up above his knee, and his calf was bandaged.

If it weren't for Sun Er's support, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand steadily.

Sun Er was stunned for a moment, then bent down. Li San was bewildered by their actions, but he also bowed his head and clasped his hands in greeting.

The room fell silent suddenly, with only the hissing sound of the candle wick burning on the small table.

Three ordinary, nameless people, who themselves struggle to feed themselves, are willing to bow down and beg from a wealthy young man for the sake of strangers who have nothing to do with them.

After a long silence, just as Zhang He bent his right leg to land, that calm and clear voice rang out, "Why?"

Zheng Zhian and Yu Ping exchanged a glance, then turned their gazes to the three of them, their sharp eyes seeming to see right through Zhang He.

“There’s no reason why, we’re all just suffering people.” Zhang He’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Although he hadn’t seen much of the world, he had read a few ancient books. He knew his own abilities; he couldn’t be a hero who protected his country, nor could he be a bodhisattva who saved people from suffering. Now he was just doing what he could.

I only hope that when I look back on my life, I can have a clear conscience.

Judging from their demeanor and conversation, Zhang He guessed that these two were not ordinary people. So he was gambling that he was now in dire straits, and the village was in dire need of help. The three brothers alone could not possibly help the refugees get through this safely. So as long as the two of them were willing to help, he would not mind even losing his own life.

Zheng Zhian's expression changed, and he said cheerfully, "How can we miss such a chivalrous act?" He turned to the person on the wooden chair and asked, "What do you think, Brother Yu?"

Even if Zhang He didn't say anything, given her status, she couldn't possibly ignore all of this; otherwise, she wouldn't have followed him up the mountain.

Yu Ping, on the other hand, doesn't seem like the type to meddle in other people's business.

"I feel the same way," Yu Ping replied gently.

Zheng Zhian raised an eyebrow, turned around and said softly, "We agree to this matter. Chief, please rest well. We can discuss other matters tomorrow."

Zhang He finally felt relieved and, still bowing respectfully, said sincerely, "Thank you both."

"I'm leaving." Zheng Zhian waved casually and walked out.

The next morning, Zheng Zhian had just finished eating the congee and side dishes that Li San had brought over and was about to digest his food before going to Zhang He to discuss the refugee issue when Yang Yisheng, who was in the next room, rushed out angrily, his eyes red and his cheeks still glistening with tears. He saw Zheng Zhian under the eaves, holding a fan and looking at him curiously.

He raised his hand and hastily wiped away the tears on his face, saying in a muffled voice, "What are you looking at?" Then he tried to run out of the yard.

"Hey, where did this little crybaby come from so early in the morning!" Zheng Zhian said exaggeratedly, covering half of his face with his fan.

Yang Yisheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, clenched his fists tightly, and glared angrily at the older brother he had previously somewhat liked. "You're the crybaby! Your whole family are crybabies!"

His childish face held a stubbornness, and his angry expression resembled that of a wounded little animal.

Zheng Zhian glanced at the man who came out from next door; he was Ji Xing, the guard who had argued with Li San yesterday.

I was internally complaining, but the efficiency was actually quite high.

But on the surface, he said sarcastically, "Whoever cries is the one who gets hurt."

"Who's crying?" Yang Yisheng turned his face away, looked up at the gray sky, and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes.

Yang Jixing wanted to offer some advice, but didn't know what to say, so he sighed and walked towards Yang Yisheng.

"You're not allowed to come any closer!" Yang Yisheng roared, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Yang Jixing stood there helplessly, and whispered, "My little darling, your master is only doing this for your own good, you..."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just talking nonsense." Yang Yisheng covered his ears with both hands and shook his head like a rattle drum.