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

"Little girl, please let us go!" Mao Dan said as soon as he stood up.

Gou Sheng also cried and said, "Yes! We have no grudges against each other, please let us go."

At this point, Gou Sheng pointed at Huang Liang and said, "It's all his fault. He's the one who called us here. Let us go."

Mao Dan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it has nothing to do with us, it's all his fault."

Unexpectedly, the two of them were in cahoots, and when something went wrong, they shirked responsibility and blamed everything on Huang Liang.

Huang Liang was furious. He covered his head and cursed at the two of them, "You two bastards! You blame me for everything when things go wrong, but why don't you tell me when things are going well?"

Zhao Lian hoisted the basket onto her back and said, "Alright, if Big Brother won't say anything more about Second Brother, then you guys don't need to say anything either. Let's go!"

"Where are you going, little girl?"

"Go to the county government office, quickly!" Zhao Lian said coldly.

"Oh dear, little auntie, please let us go! We'll kowtow to you!" Mao Dan cried, his face contorted with grief, practically kneeling down.

"I bother!"

Zhao Lian spat and said resentfully, "Who is your great-aunt? If your great-aunt knew that you had such a descendant, she might jump out of her coffin in anger."

As she spoke, Zhao Lian walked to the side, picked up a small stick, and lashed it at their legs: "Stop arguing, hurry up and get to the county government."

"Ouch,"

The men cowered after being hit, shouting, "Stop hitting us! Let's go!"

And so, the group walked out onto the street.

Although it was nearing evening, there were still people on the street. I saw a little girl holding a stick, occasionally hitting a few people in front of her.

These people were still tied up with their hands behind their backs, and many people looked over curiously, pointing and whispering.

"What on earth is going on?"

"Why are these three men tied up and being beaten by a little girl?"

Some people even followed them all the way, and the number of onlookers grew, with some even blocking their way.

Zhao Lian quickly shouted, "Everyone, make way! Don't block the way! I've caught these thieves, and I'm taking them to the authorities."

Zhao Lian's words surprised everyone again. They never expected this little girl to have caught three thieves.

They soon arrived at the county government office. Upon hearing Zhao Lian's words, the yamen runners at the gate quickly went inside to report.

Magistrate Song had just stepped down from the courtroom, changed out of his official robes, and was resting in the backyard when he heard his wife, Madam Yang, recount how his purse had been stolen. He was furious.

Just then, a constable came to report that a young girl was escorting three men, saying that they had caught thieves who had robbed people on the road.

Listening to the bailiff's description, Madam Song learned that the little girl was only seven or eight years old. She immediately thought of Zhao Lian. Could it be her?

Madam Yang quickly told Magistrate Song about her doubts. Magistrate Song found it hard to believe that the thief who snatched Madam Yang's purse had been caught by a little girl.

Upon hearing that a young girl was escorting three thieves, Magistrate Song was immediately intrigued and quickly stood up to investigate.

Yang was also puzzled and followed closely behind.

Magistrate Song ordered his yamen runners to bring them forward. A little girl, carrying a basket on her back and looking pale and thin, walked in first.

"It's you? Little girl!"

When Constable Gao saw Zhao Lian, he was filled with surprise. Then he saw that there were three thieves following behind, their hands tied behind their backs in a row.

When Gao the constable learned that these thieves were sent by Zhao Lian, he was filled with disbelief.

Earlier, when Cuixi returned to report that the madam's purse had been stolen and the thief had been caught by a little girl, he didn't believe it. Later, he did see that the thief was indeed tied up by the little girl.

He was stunned once again that three thieves had been caught.

Magistrate Song was equally surprised. He didn't believe what his wife said, wondering how a little girl could have such great abilities.

But these people were indeed escorted here by this young girl to be handed over to the authorities, so he couldn't help but believe it.

Standing aside and peeking, Yang saw that it was indeed Zhao Lian. She was surprised but more curious about Zhao Lian. This little girl was amazing.

"Snapped!"

Magistrate Song slammed his gavel and asked in a stern voice.

"Who is in the hall?"

The magistrate, Song, was probably in his thirties. He had a square face, strong features, and an upright demeanor.

Zhao Lian felt that Magistrate Song looked like a good official, which made her feel respectful and awe-inspiring.

"Your Excellency, my daughter is Zhao Lian..."

Zhao Lian calmly recounted the whole story in detail.

After questioning, the three thieves were so frightened that their legs went weak and they dared not hide anything. They even confessed to all the crimes they had committed in the past. Soon, the three thieves were taken into custody.

Before the thieves were taken away, Zhao Lian removed the cloth binding their hands. The hide could still be used to make clothes, so it shouldn't be wasted.

After putting away the cloth, Zhao Lian was about to leave when Madam Song came out: "Zhao Lian, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I haven't thanked you enough for helping me get my purse back."

Upon seeing Madam Yang, Zhao Lian exclaimed in surprise, "Madam, what are you doing here?"

Cui Xi interjected, "You don't know this, do you? Our lady is none other than Magistrate Song's wife."

Unexpectedly, fate was truly on my side; I had guessed correctly. This Madam Song was indeed the county magistrate's wife.

Unexpectedly, she had struck it lucky and actually met the magistrate's wife. Zhao Lian was secretly delighted.

"Greetings, Madam Song." Zhao Lian smiled and bowed with both hands.

Madam Yang said, "It's almost lunchtime now. Why don't you have your meal here first, and then I'll have the master send someone to take you back later."

Immediately afterwards, Madam Yang turned to Magistrate Song beside her and asked, "Sir, what do you think?"

Magistrate Song nodded: "We will do as you say, Madam."

Immediately afterwards, Yang said to Cuixi, who was standing to the side, "Cuixi, tell Liu Ma to cook more rice and stir-fry a couple more dishes. I need to take care of this little guest today."

"Yes!"

After Cui Xi finished speaking, she left.

"Zhaolian, come with me." After saying that, Madam Yang actually took Zhaolian's hand.

Since Madam Song had already said this much, Zhao Lian didn't say anything more and obediently followed her to the backyard.

Upon arriving at the backyard, Madam Yang asked Zhaolian to sit down: "Zhaolian, please sit down first. I'll go back to my room to change my clothes."

Immediately afterwards, Madam Yang had her maid serve tea and snacks.

After seeing Madam Song leave, Zhao Lian began to examine the furnishings of the house. The main hall was furnished entirely with solid wood furniture.

Four chairs made of huanghuali wood with intricate carvings are placed on either side. Although they look a bit old, they still look impressive.

In the middle of the hall, against the wall, there was a heavy eight-immortal table, with two large chairs on either side of the table, and several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"Come, little girl, have some tea and snacks."

The maid Chunfang served Zhaolian tea and two plates of pastries.