A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong wanted to explain, but the bloodstains on the other person's head were the strongest proof, not to mention Duan Yanxi lying there.

What should we do? Should we reveal our identities?

When hesitant, he whispered, "You go first, I'll take care of them."

"No, we can't let Duan Yanxi be unjustly accused." Wutong looked at those people, her tone gradually becoming firm. "They've been deceived by him for so long, it's time for them to open their eyes and see his true colors."

"What do you want to do?" Wenxin turned around and looked at her, puzzled.

She didn't answer, but walked straight out and came to the villagers.

The villagers stared at her menacingly, raising their weapons as if ready to fight her to the death.

She raised the dagger, but instead of stabbing anyone, she gently tossed it forward, then raised her empty hands and said, "I am not a murderer, and I have no ill intentions towards you. Please calm down."

Her actions had an effect; the villagers lowered their guard somewhat, but they still refused to believe her.

The man who appeared to be the village chief asked, "What brings you here? Why did you hurt our people?"

“This was not my intention; I just wanted to catch him.” Wutong said, pointing behind her, and all eyes fell on Duan Yanxi.

The men in the village had a strange attitude towards Duan Yanxi. They envied his literacy and the fact that he had once had a father who was an official. Yet they also pitied him because he knew nothing but reading and writing and could only afford to buy rice to eat.

When Duan Yanxi fell to the ground, they were divided between gloating and sympathizing, and no one wanted to risk their lives to rush over and save him.

The village chief was the first to look away and asked, "Do you know Brother Zhou?"

"To be precise, he doesn't believe Zhou. He made up the name Zhou Pan'an to deceive you."

The villagers were abuzz with these words, and some even started talking about it, saying that they had long suspected something was off between the two of them.

Fearing they were getting too engrossed in their conversation and would forget what was most important, the village chief quickly reprimanded them to be quiet, then looked at the sycamore tree.

"You speak without any evidence, how can we believe you? Who knows whether it's Brother Zhou lying or you lying?"

Wutong remained calm and composed, saying unhurriedly, "If you don't believe me, you can send someone to Shiqiao County to find Magistrate Zheng. He can naturally prove whether what I said is true or false."

The highest-ranking official the village chief had ever met in his life was Magistrate Zheng, whom he encountered by chance. He didn't even have a chance to speak, and the magistrate didn't even notice him. He got into the carriage with his big belly sticking out.

When he heard Wutong mention that man's name, his imposing manner softened slightly, and he asked curiously, "Why are you looking for him? Are you related to him? I heard that Magistrate Zheng has a younger sister, but she's already over thirty, and she's not much thinner than him..."

Wutong shook its head.

“I am not his relative.”

"Then why do you want us to find him?"

"Once we find him, he will tell you my true identity."

"What identity?"

Wutong said, enunciating each word clearly: "King of Dongqi."

Everyone was astonished, including Wenxin, who hadn't expected Wutong to reveal her identity here.

The village chief stared in disbelief, and after a long while, he murmured, "The...King of Dongqi..."

Wutong looked at him quietly, without offering any explanation.

The village chief couldn't believe it and tried hard to recall all the information about the King of Dongqi, trying to find a flaw in the story.

Since Pingzhou was captured and the Central Plains were completely occupied, the title of King of Eastern Qi has been...

It spread rapidly throughout the country.

Some of them praised her, while others made her look bad.

Unfortunately, what the village chief heard was the worsening version.

Legend has it that the King of Eastern Qi was a woman, short and thin, with a ferocious face, dark skin, and eyes like copper bells that could glow in the dark. Every hair on her head that was plucked could turn into a snake and bite to death any enemy she set her sights on.

Her wrists were slender yet incredibly strong. God also gave her a divine bow, allowing her to shoot an arrow into the enemy's head from tens of thousands of meters away.

Thinking back to the image in his memory, and then looking at the woman standing in front of him, the village chief had to admit that she actually matched the legendary King of Dongqi.

The ferocious appearance is fake, the dark skin is fake, and the eyes like copper bells are fake.

Whether the hair is from a snake is unknown, the immense strength doesn't seem like it, but the slender wrists are real.

The rumored shrewish King Dongqi was not there. Standing before him was Wutong, a beautiful young woman with a firm gaze and extraordinary temperament.

Without even needing to go to Magistrate Zheng, the village chief believed Wutong's words. Apart from the King of Dongqi, he couldn't think of any other identity more suitable for the woman in front of him.

However, simply believing his identity wasn't enough; another question remained in his mind.

"Since you are the King of Eastern Qi, then who is Brother Zhou? Why are you here to arrest him?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to Wutong, waiting for her answer.

Wutong sighed: "You should know as little as possible about this, but since everyone wants to know, I'll tell you... His name isn't Zhou Pan'an, it's Duan Yanxi."

The villagers gasped in unison, their faces filled with terror, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

Duan Yanxi... Who in the world doesn't know Duan Yanxi, the ruthless killer! How could they have lived with a murderous fiend for several months?

Many people felt a chill run down their spines and couldn't help but shiver when they recalled their conversation with him.

"You...you mean it?" the village chief asked in a trembling voice.

Wutong said, “I don’t want him to be Duan Yanxi either, but he really is. Duan Yanxi is a remnant of the previous dynasty. As long as he is still alive, his power may make a comeback and endanger the world again. Keeping him alive is like asking a tiger for its skin. You are in danger without realizing it. I hope everyone can hand him over to me to deal with.”

"No..." A piercing and stubborn shout erupted from the crowd. The woman, her head bleeding, lay on the ground and said, "How could he be Duan Yanxi? He's clearly Brother Zhou, the Brother Zhou who eats with me every day! You woman, you're deliberately framing him, aren't you? How vicious you are! Everyone, don't believe her, kill her!"

She practically pounded the ground and shouted, but the villagers remained unmoved, clearly not agreeing with her.

Someone else said weakly, "I've always found him strange. He can casually throw around hairpins worth tens or hundreds of taels of silver, he's literate, and he has a beautiful wife... How could someone like that end up here? Now I finally understand, he's here to escape for his life."

After he said that, many people agreed, and no one paid any attention to the woman.

Seeing that everyone no longer had any doubts, Wutong cleared her throat to shut them up.

"The accidental injury to the villagers today was a last resort. I will make compensation, and I hope everyone will not misunderstand."

The village chief waved his hand and said magnanimously, "No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding. We were too reckless and rushed over without asking why."

Thinking of the other person's identity, he added, "There's no need for compensation. It's just an injury; the village will pay for her medical treatment."

Wutong shook her head. "One should take responsibility for one's own actions, and compensation is the right thing to do. But besides that, I would like to ask everyone for a favor."

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