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

Madam Song opened the money pouch and looked inside. Seeing that the silver inside was all there, she was relieved.

Upon seeing Zhao Lian, he was overjoyed: "It's you, little girl, thank you so much!"

Zhao Lian shook her head: "It's alright, but Madam, you shouldn't flaunt your wealth."

As she spoke, Zhao Lian kicked the thief again and shouted, "Hurry up and go, I have to take you to the yamen to report to the authorities."

At this moment, Madam Song suddenly realized something and quickly said to Cui Xi, who was standing to the side, "Cui Xi, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go back to get Constable Gao."

"Oh~"

Cui Xi nodded repeatedly, then turned and ran.

Madam Song smiled gently and said, "Young lady, let's wait here. I'll have Cuixi go and call the constable."

"Madam, please spare my life! Please don't report this to the authorities!" the man pleaded, kneeling down.

Zhao Lian slapped him across the face and yelled, "Look at you, a decent-looking person, yet you become a thief. If you're not going to report it to the authorities, why did you steal the silver in the first place?"

Although Zhao Lian's hands were small, she still had some strength, and she hit the man's head until it was buzzing, and he begged for mercy repeatedly.

The onlookers found the scene utterly ridiculous; this seven or eight-year-old girl, looking pale and thin, had actually beaten the man so badly that he was kneeling and begging for mercy.

Looking at the young girl in front of her, who was so strong as to subdue the thief, Madam Song was full of admiration: "Young lady, you helped me catch the thief, I really have to thank you properly."

Zhao Lian waved her hand dismissively and said, "You're welcome! I hate petty thieves the most. They're just unlucky to run into me."

The thief looked dejected, never expecting to be caught by a young girl.

Just then, a commotion broke out ahead, and a constable arrived with two yamen runners.

When the yamen runner and Constable Gao saw Madam Song, they quickly clasped their hands in a gesture of respect: "Madam, are you alright?"

Madam Song shook her head: "It's alright!" Then she pointed at Zhao Lian and said: "Thanks to this little girl, otherwise my purse would have been stolen by this thief."

This Madam Song was the wife of Magistrate Song, and her name was Yang Mei.

The head constable said to the two constables, "What are you all standing there for? Take him back immediately!"

"Yes!"

The two constables clasped their hands in a fist salute and responded in unison.

After saying that, the two men, holding the man's hand, prepared to leave.

"Hey~ Stop right there!"

Zhao Lian panicked; her waistband...

"Young lady, what's wrong?" Madam Song asked, her face full of confusion.

The two constables stopped.

"My belt~"

As Zhao Lian spoke, she quickly ran up and untied the man's hands, taking back her own belt.

Seeing Zhao Lian frantically fastening her belt, Madam Song laughed, wondering what was going on.

Upon learning that the man had been captured by Zhao Lian, Officer Gao was greatly surprised and began to look at Zhao Lian with new respect, saying, "Young lady, you've got some skills."

Zhao Lian, without batting an eye, said smugly, "I just happened to be lucky. He was running towards me, and I tripped him with my foot."

Hearing her say that, Officer Gao believed her. This little girl looked pale and thin, what could she possibly be capable of? She was just lucky.

"Madam~"

Officer Gao clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "I'll escort you back!"

Madam Yang shook her head: "You don't need to worry about me, you all go back."

"Yes!"

The head constable nodded, then waved his hand and shouted to the two constables, "Let's go!"

At this moment, Cui Xi, her face flushed and panting, followed: "Madam, let's go back, otherwise Master will blame us later."

"Hmm~"

Madam Yang nodded, then turned to look at Zhao Lian: "Little girl, what's your name? How old are you? And where are you from?"

What the hell!

Zhao Lian couldn't help but think to herself, "Are you checking my household registration by asking such detailed questions?"

Zhao Lian looked at Madam Song, who was around 30 years old, with fair skin, a high nose, and crescent-shaped eyes when she smiled. She looked gentle and elegant.

Although she was clearly from a wealthy and noble family, she didn't exude any arrogance. This made Zhao Lian feel quite comfortable.

No one knew who this Madam Song was, that she could command the yamen runners. But Zhao Lian guessed that she must be very rich and powerful.

Another possibility is that Madam Song is the wife of a county magistrate. Zhao Lian guessed that the latter was highly likely.

If she really is the magistrate's wife, then I've really hit the jackpot by meeting her and even helping her get her money pouch back.

Zhao Lian knew that if she knew an official in ancient times, that would be incredible; she could boast about it all she wanted.

If she were the wife of a county magistrate, then being able to establish some connection with her would be a good thing for me.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lian innocently said, "My name is Zhao Lian, I am seven years old, and I am from Datian Village."

"Summoning Lotus~"

Yang read the name twice. It was quite a nice name. The girl in front of her, Zhao Lian, was about the same age as her son, but much more sensible.

My son is always making a fuss and only knows how to eat and play.

Zhao Lian looked pale and thin, but her features were quite delicate, and her eyes were bright and mischievous.

Yang felt somewhat confused. This Zhao Lian was so young, yet she seemed to be quite mature for her age.

However, judging from her tattered clothes, she was probably a poor child from a farming family.

It's often said that children from poor families mature early, and that's probably why they seem more sensible than other children.

Madam Yang opened the money pouch, took out some loose silver, and handed it to Zhao Lian: "Zhao Lian, you helped me get the money pouch back, so take this silver."

"I don't want to!" Zhao Lian shook her head and patted her chest, saying, "It's just a small act of helping those in need."

Cui Xi, who was standing nearby, said, "Madam, in my opinion, she just got lucky. If she had accidentally gotten hurt, she might have blamed you."

"Hehe~"

Zhao Lian looked at Cui Xi and sneered, "Everyone says that a dog relies on its master's power, but your mistress is quite nice. Why are the people below her speaking so rudely?"

Then, Zhao Lian looked at Madam Yang and said, "Madam Song, I think you should discipline your servants so as not to tarnish your reputation."

Enraged, Cui Xi pointed at Zhao Lian and yelled, "You brat, how dare you! Our mistress hasn't said a word, when did it become your place to lecture me!"

Madam Song frowned: "Alright, alright, Cuixi, Zhaolian is right, you need to change your temper."

"Yes! Madam!"

Seeing that Madam Yang was angry, Cui Xi quickly stopped talking, but she was still unconvinced and glared at Zhao Lian fiercely.

Zhao Lian made a smug face at her and winked at her.

snort!

I love seeing you hate me, but you can't do anything about it.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian noticed that some stalls were already closing up shop, and she realized with a start that it was getting late.

She quickly said to Madam Yang, "Madam Song, it's getting late, I have to go back, otherwise it will get dark soon." Zhao Lian bowed and hurried back.

It was getting late, so she had to hurry up, otherwise it would be troublesome if it got dark.