Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Song Wenjie wasn't a curious person and didn't want to go in and join the fun, but when he heard that voice, it felt somewhat familiar.

As he passed through the crowd, he glanced inside. Song Wenjie was tall and immediately noticed three people kneeling inside, all with white mourning cloths tied around their foreheads.

One was a girl, and the other two were little boys. Their faces were blank. Before them lay two stiff corpses covered with straw mats, and in front of them were written the words: "Five taels of silver for selling myself to bury my parents."

Song Wenjie fixed his gaze on the girl, but she had her eyes lowered and couldn't see clearly.

Just then, the girl happened to look up, and the two locked eyes, both stunned.

The girl had a beautiful face, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her features looked familiar.

Suddenly, Song Wenjie remembered that he had saved this girl once before. This girl was none other than Zhao Feng, and the other two were Zhao Fu and Qiao Dun.

Song Wenjie was surprised by this. He remembered that he had found a money bag on those thieves, which contained a stack of silver notes, and he had given it all to this girl.

Logically speaking, no matter what, this girl shouldn't have ended up selling herself on the streets to bury her parents.

Several men stood in front of Zhao Feng, their eyes brazenly sizing her up, their gazes so lewd they seemed to want to strip her naked and stare at her.

A man with a pointed snout and monkey-like cheeks said to a bearded man, "Brother, this girl is pretty. Five taels of silver, this is a good deal."

The bearded man looked Zhao Feng up and down and said, "Hmm, not bad, this girl is indeed pretty."

After saying that, his gaze lingered on Zhao Fu and Qiao Dun, and he frowned again: "However, five taels of silver is too expensive, and besides, we can't take these two brats."

A man with a pointed face and monkey-like features stepped forward: "Little girl, as long as you're willing to follow our boss, we promise to bury your parents and make sure you live a life of luxury from now on."

The bearded man reached out to touch Zhao Feng's face, but Zhao Feng quickly shook off his hand, looking terrified: "Sir, please have some self-respect!"

The bearded man looked angry, pinched Zhao Feng's chin with his hand, and breathed foul air: "What are you pretending for? You know perfectly well what I would do with you if I bought you?"

As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng dodged left and right, and just as the man's lips were about to touch hers, Zhao Feng slapped him.

With a slap, several finger marks appeared on the man's face, and many people at the scene pointed at him with disdain.

"You brat, how dare you hit me!" The man raised his hand as if to slap Feng.

Seeing this, Zhao Fu suddenly shoved the lewd man, glared at him, and swung her fist at him, yelling, "You bullied my sister! I'll beat you to death!"

Don't let Zhao Fu's thin appearance fool you; his fists are like iron hammers. One punch from him would make a man wince in pain.

"You brat, how dare you hit me! I'll teach you a lesson!" The man waved his hand, sending Zhao Fu spinning around in circles.

Immediately afterward, the man lifted Zhao Fu by the collar, three feet off the ground. The collar tightened around Zhao Fu's neck, making it hard for him to breathe, and his face instantly turned purple.

Qiao Dun, who was standing to the side, was terrified and burst into tears. He stood behind Zhao Feng, at a loss for what to do.

Zhao Feng frantically clung to the man's hand, pleading, "Uncle, please, put my brother down right now."

The man shook off Zhao Feng's hand, pointed at her fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "You ungrateful brat, I'll teach you a lesson later."

"And you little bastard, how dare you hit me! I'll kill you!" With that, the man tightened his grip on Zhao Fu's collar. Zhao Fu rolled his eyes and his face turned purplish-black.

Zhao Feng burst into tears, and the onlookers, fearing trouble, dispersed.

The other men clapped and laughed, "Well done, brother!"

Song Wenjie narrowed his eyes dangerously. He couldn't believe that this man would be so lawless in broad daylight. He could no longer tolerate it.

With a flash, Song Wenjie punched the man in the ribs. The man screamed and released his grip, causing Zhao Fu to fall to the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing this, the other men swung their fists and came at them. Song Wenjie's hands moved with lightning speed, punching them left and right, leaving the men with bruises and swelling on their faces.

"Well done, young master! Beat him up!" Afu, who was watching nervously from the side, gave a thumbs up when he saw Song Wenjie beat them to a pulp.

Zhao Feng quickly helped Zhao Fu up and slapped his face hard: "Zhao Fu~ Zhao Fu, how are you?"

After a while, Zhao Fu's face finally turned from purplish-black to red, and Zhao Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You bastards, hurry up and help me up!" the bearded man said angrily.

The men grimaced as they got up and quickly helped the bearded man to his feet.

"Who...who are you?" the bearded man asked angrily.

Song Wenjie said calmly, "A person who stands up for justice."

Afu glared at him: "You don't even know our young master? You think you can get by in the capital? Our young master is the Admiral!"

"Ah Fu, don't talk back!"

Seeing Song Wenjie's displeased expression, Afu quickly shut his mouth.

The bearded man realized that the tall, burly man in front of him knew kung fu, and that even if all of them combined, they wouldn't be a match for him.

Besides, I just heard that kid mention something about a high-ranking official, which sounds like a very important person.

The bearded man immediately put on a fawning smile: "Good sir, this girl sold herself to bury her father. We only wanted to buy her because we felt sorry for her. We're not trying to bully anyone."

“You are bad people!” Qiao Dun pointed at them and shouted.

"You little brat!" The lewd man raised his fist, scaring Qiao Dun into shrinking back behind Zhao Feng.

Afu glared at them: "What? You want to get beaten up again? Don't blame me for not reminding you, our young master is incredibly skilled in kung fu!"

Song Wenjie, his face cold, glanced sideways at the bearded man: "Get out of here before I change my mind, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Song Wenjie exuded a chilling aura, which frightened even the bearded man. He thought to himself that he and his men were no match for him, so it was best to leave as soon as possible.

"Good sir, we brothers won't fight you for this anymore. This girl is yours, let's go!"

The group quickly helped each other up and limped away, afraid that if they walked too slowly, Song Wenjie would change his mind.

Zhao Feng pulled Zhao Fu down to kneel and kowtow: "Thank you for saving my life, benefactor. Please, kind sir, help me to the end and bury my parents. I will serve you like a slave."

"A-Fu, take out ten taels of silver and give it to this girl."

Afu quickly took out ten taels of silver from his purse and handed it to Zhaofeng.

Seeing that Zhao Feng hesitated to take the money, Song Wenjie said, "Miss, take this ten taels of silver. Use it to bury your parents properly and live a good life with them." After saying that, Song Wenjie turned and left.