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"That won't do! Everyone's hungry, let's cook!"

As Song Qingqian spoke, she marinated the cut chicken pieces, saying that they would be deep-fried once the oil was hot.

*

Seeing that no one was paying attention to Lu Yunqi, Xuan Yuanxue beckoned him to the carriage, took out her medicine box, lit an oil lamp, and disinfected and bandaged him.

Lu Yunqi's face flushed red and then turned pale. Xuan Yuanxue was very close, and he could clearly hear her strong heartbeat.

As the gentle fingertips touched the top of his head, Lu Yunqi felt a series of electric currents shoot straight to his heart and spread throughout his limbs. Instantly, his heartbeat became erratic, and his breathing became rapid…

He had saved Xuan Yuanxue several times, but he had never stayed so quietly before. Thinking about the embarrassing thing he had just done, his face turned even redder with shame.

After a moment of silence, he mustered his courage and asked, "I really embarrassed everyone today... Do you think I'm useless?"

Xuan Yuanxue paused in her work, then laughed: "It is indeed quite unexpected and quite funny, but judging from your and Zhan'er's behavior, you are definitely the first to act."

Although it's disgraceful, we've actually benefited from this misfortune and now live in a spacious house. The good and bad outweigh the bad, so it can be disregarded. But please, don't do it again. Look at you, you're injured now. It wasn't worth it. What if that uncle had hit you hard and crippled you?

Lu Yunqi explained in a low voice, "It wasn't my uncle who hit me. I bumped into him while I was holding Zhan'er. My uncle didn't hit me hard at all."

"You crashed into it yourself and it's still this badly damaged?"

Lu Yunqi laughed and said easily, "That's right, you did something wrong, so you got your comeuppance."

"Looking back, I've done quite a few scoundrels in my life, but I've really toned it down a lot since I was exiled."

Xuan Yuanxue laughed heartily: "Really? Then I'm really curious about what kind of person you were before. It must have been very interesting!"

"Let's not talk about it, it's too embarrassing!"

Outside the carriage, Lu Xieyue and her sister had taken Lu Jingchuan's place, so he had time to chat with his second brother.

After searching for a moment, he came towards the carriage. Seeing the two little ones acting suspiciously, he grabbed Zhan'er by the back of the neck and pressed her for an answer:

"Have you seen your second uncle? Where did he go again?"

"Shh!"

Xiao Yu'er covered her mouth and whispered, "Third Uncle, keep your voice down!"

"Second Uncle and Aunt Xue are kissing in the carriage..."

Lu Jingchuan's eyes immediately widened in disbelief. Xuan Yuanxue and Lu Yunqi? How could that be?

"You two brats, don't spread rumors, or you'll get a beating!"

Zhan'er said seriously, "Third Uncle, we're not making this up, it's true. Aunt Xue really did hug Second Uncle's head, and they were really kissing. Second Uncle's face turned red..."

Lu Jingchuan peeked through the gap in the carriage curtains and corrected him:

"Aunt Xue is treating your second uncle's injuries, there was no kissing, don't talk nonsense, go play."

"Oh, then we're off!"

The two little ones turned back every few steps, pouting as they left, muttering to themselves about something...

Lu Jingchuan straightened up, coughed forcefully, and asked, "Second Brother, are you inside?"

"Yes, please wait a moment, I'll be right out."

After Lu Yunqi finished speaking, he lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down. Xuan Yuanxue put the medicine box into the trunk and then got off the carriage as well.

Upon seeing Lu Jingchuan, Xuan Yuanxue smiled politely and then walked towards the kitchen. Lu Jingchuan glanced at the two of them but didn't think much of it.

At dinner time, the two families were enjoying each other's company. The old woman kept praising the old lady for her good fortune, saying that whether or not there was money was one thing, but being together as a family was true happiness.

Although the two elderly women were not starving, their three sons had all left to make a living and only came back occasionally during holidays. This sense of loneliness became more and more severe as they got older.

*

At the old village chief's house, after drinking a lot of wine with Sun Wuyin, he became somewhat tipsy.

He mustered his courage and lifted the covering off half of Sun Wuyin's face, instantly waking up completely from the shock.

"Ghost...ghost!"

He hurriedly ran out, completely disregarding his family at home.

Sun Wuyin was awakened by the noise, immediately covered half of her face, and went to the room that had been prepared in advance.

In the room, he angrily smashed a teacup, while Xiao Zhuozi stood to the side, trembling and silent with his head down.

The village chief's wife, not understanding what was going on, gave her daughter-in-law a few instructions and then went out to look for her husband.

Sun Wuyin, after venting his anger for a while, pointed at Xiao Zhuozi and said, "Go, bring Miss Lu here to me. I need to get my face treated!"

"Yes, my subordinate, go right away!"

Xiao Zhuozi seemed to have been granted a pardon and hurriedly left. Half an incense stick later, Lu Jingchuan accompanied Song Qingqian to the village chief's house.

Sun Wuyin wouldn't let anyone in, so Lu Jingchuan could only stand guard outside the room.

The village chief's daughter-in-law's eyes widened the moment she saw Lu Jingchuan. Her husband had been away making a living for almost three years and hadn't returned. There were hardly any able-bodied men left in the village. Seeing Lu Jingchuan, her long-dormant heart couldn't contain itself any longer.

She moved closer, smiling obsequiously: "Are you the young master and the others? Come and rest in the room. This room is right across from the one where the official is staying; you can see it at a glance."

Lu Jingchuan refused with a cold face: "No need, this place is fine!"

"Young master, it's cold at night. It's alright to go back to your room and have a cup of hot tea."

The woman smiled and continued to urge him on. Seeing that Lu Jingchuan was still unmoved, she went back to her room, changed into a bright dress, and came back with tea.

"Young master, have you been waiting long? Have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."

As the woman handed him the tea, she looked Lu Jingchuan up and down. He was a man of great bearing and could be considered an outstanding individual. Even in exile, his refined and elegant demeanor could not be concealed.

Even if she only had one night with a man like that, it would be worth it...

"Thank you for your concern, young lady, but I'm not thirsty!"

Lu Jingchuan flicked his sleeve and took two steps to the side, declaring his ownership: "I'm waiting for my wife!"

"That official had too much to drink; they couldn't get out anytime soon!"

The woman chuckled and whispered, "Since you're so generous, young master, why don't you come back to my room and rest for a while, and have some fun!"

"Although I'm not as beautiful as your wife, I'm not bad-looking either. My family has all gone out..."

"roll!"

Before the woman could finish speaking, Lu Jingchuan's expression changed. He glared at her fiercely, clenched his fist, and warned:

"Who do you think you are, daring to slander my wife? Say another word and I'll take your worthless life!"

boom!

The teapot fell to the ground, startling the woman so much that she trembled. Her blushing cheeks turned deathly pale, and her legs went weak.

"Son..."

The woman had barely opened her mouth when a cold dagger landed on her neck, and her legs buckled, causing her to kneel down instantly.

"If you want to live, get back to your room and don't come out, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

The woman glanced at Xiao Zhuozi, and seeing that the soldiers had no intention of intervening, she hurriedly lifted her skirt and stumbled back to her room, closing and locking the door in one swift motion!

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Screams erupted from Sun Wuyin's room as he frantically gripped the thin blanket beneath him and cried out:

"How long...how long will it take to pay it back?"

"Sir, I haven't even started yet, how can you be so impatient? It's obvious you haven't fully recovered. Are you sure you want a skin graft right now?"

Song Qingqian gave a wicked smile, took the silver needles and stabbed them hard into Sun Wuyin's four hundred acupoints, followed by another pig-like scream.