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"This is the easiest and quickest way, why not give it a try? You might miss this opportunity."

Song Qingqian chuckled and reminded them. She had been itching to try it herself, but she hadn't expected that none of them cared about money. What could she do?

"you…"

Song Qianchou pointed at Song Qingqian, trembling with anger, but could only utter one word after a long time.

Song Weilan glanced at Song Qianchou. She actually had this thought in mind. After all, even a hero is hard to come by these days, and besides, the knife wouldn't hurt Song Qianchou much.

"Daddy..."

"Father, I think this little bitch is just trying to scare us. She wouldn't dare to actually stab us. She's only saying this because she knows we'll back down..."

Song Qianchou glanced at his precious daughter, then at the dagger in Song Qingqian's hand, and his heart trembled. He had heard that the dagger was cursed. What if the curse came back to haunt him?

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqian thought, "There's hope! As expected, Song Weilan is ruthless!" She deliberately boasted:

"Oh dear, my husband is worried that I don't have any money to spend, so he deliberately had his men send over a few hundred taels of silver. I'm going out to buy some tomorrow at noon. What do you think I should do with so much silver?"

"We need to buy at least a few dresses; these clothes are practically unwearable now. We also need to buy some rice and flour, and of course, we'll need some fish and meat. A carriage would be even better..."

Song Weilan was deeply hurt. Why? She should have been the one to marry Lu Jingchuan. It was Song Qingqian who rejected her and gave her away. Why should she live a better life than her?

She pushed Song Qianchou out and comforted him, "Father, we should go out and buy some too. My clothes are stiff and smelly, and I really can't eat those coarse flour buns anymore."

"Father, you go and try. She won't dare. You'll still have to give us the money."

Song Qianchou declined, saying, "My dear daughter, it's no good for your father. We...we're thinking of other ways!"

"There's no other way. This little bitch has already said she won't give it to you. Do you dare to snatch it? If you try and get stabbed, wouldn't you have suffered for nothing?"

"Song Qingqian, you said you wouldn't hurt me in vital areas, come on..."

"My dear daughter...maybe we should just forget about it..."

Song Qianchou looked at Song Weilan with a hint of sorrow and a hint of pleading; he truly dared not try.

Song Qingqian wiped her dagger and smiled, "Don't worry, my technique is very accurate, it just shakes a little sometimes, but that's okay, practice makes perfect, hehe..."

"Should we start with the arms or the legs? We need the legs to walk, so let's start with the arms."

As Song Qingqian spoke, she raised her hand and pinched Song Qianchou's arm, then brandished a dagger. When Song Qianchou saw that Song Qingqian was really going to do it, he panicked and pushed Song Weilan away forcefully before running out.

"Father, it's Song Qianchou!"

Song Weilan was pushed to the ground and bumped into Song Qingqian's dagger. A cut appeared on her forearm, and blood flowed freely. She screamed in pain.

Looking at the bloodstains, Song Qingqian sneered, "If you had told me you wanted to do it yourself, I would have found a more secluded spot. Look at this big wound, it's bound to leave a scar."

"However, being proactive and being passive are two different concepts. I will pay you if I stab you, but I am not responsible if you run into me on your own."

"Oh, what a pity, he took that knife for nothing!"

Song Weilan gritted her teeth and cursed, "Song Qingqian, you're trying to trick us? How dare you!"

Song Qingqian waved her hand dismissively: "I didn't mean to implicate you guys. I already said these are two different things. Why don't you get ready, and I'll pick a spot to get it done! This time, I guarantee there will be money!"

"Get out, doctor, I need a doctor..."

"Looks like you're not destined to make money. You'd better watch out."

Just as Song Qingqian was about to leisurely leave, she turned back and looked at Song Weilan's disheveled appearance, smiling as she reminded her:

"I forgot to tell you, I just saw Hu Guo going out to drink and have fun with the soldiers. He probably won't be back for a while. You'd better figure something out yourself."

After saying that, she completely ignored Song Weilan's roar and went upstairs humming a little tune in a very good mood.

Lu Yunqi, who was peeking through the crack in the door to listen to the opera, twitched at the corner of his mouth. This was no woman; she was practically a living demon!

Before knocking on the door, Song Qingqian took out a bundle from her spatial storage and held it in her arms.

After opening the door and inviting her in, Bai smiled and reminded her, "Sister-in-law, the water has just been changed, and you're the only one who hasn't bathed yet. Come in now."

Song Qingqian nodded, looking at the two little ones wrapped in blankets on the bed and smiled:

"What about you? Have you washed up properly?"

Little Yu'er quickly came over excitedly and said, "I'm all clean now, Auntie, smell me, doesn't Yu'er smell nice?"

"It smells wonderful!"

Zhan'er hid under the covers, her face flushed with embarrassment. Bai Shi smiled gently and said, "Zhan'er is all grown up now, she's gotten shy."

Song Qingqian nodded in agreement and placed the package on the bed. Bai Shi urged, "Go in quickly. Make sure the water doesn't get cold later. After you bathe, change out of your clothes and have Lan Yue and the others help you wash them."

"Sister-in-law, no need to wash them. Just throw these clothes away. I just bought a few new outfits from the shopkeeper. Why don't you distribute them to everyone?"

"I don't know your sizes, I just guessed and took these. Just make do with them for now. Tell me your sizes later and I'll go to the fabric shop to buy more tomorrow at noon."

"By the way, you and your mother-in-law think about what else you need, and I'll buy it together."

Madam Bai looked at the brand-new dresses with some surprise and asked, "These must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Not many. The shopkeeper said that although they were all new, they had been stored away for a long time, so he gave them to me at a discount."

"Will the soldiers allow us to wear this? Will we be punished?"

Song Qingqian chuckled softly, "It's alright, we have money, we can buy whatever we want and wear it, it's none of their business."

"That's fine."

Bai nodded: "I was just telling my mother-in-law that our clothes are smelly and stiff, and we can't scrub them at all. Washing them will only remove the smell."

"Sister-in-law..."

After hesitating for a moment, Bai grabbed her and whispered a reminder: "I don't think that shopkeeper is a decent person. What if he has other ideas about you? We're passing through a place we don't know well, so you have to be careful."

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

"That's good. Your sister-in-law was just worried you'd suffer a loss!"

Song Qingqian smiled brightly: "He doesn't have the ability to make me suffer."

“Sister-in-law, you and your mother-in-law should stay in your room unless necessary. There’s a lot of gossip out there, especially since they’re probably thinking of taking advantage of the money we’re being given. It would be bad if they got hurt.”

Bai nodded: "Okay, I understand. I will take good care of my mother-in-law."

Song Qingqian pinched Xiao Yu'er's chubby cheeks, picked up a dress, and went into the inner room.

"Mom, this dress is so pretty!"

Little Yu'er's eyes sparkled as she looked at the pink dress in Bai Shi's hands. Not only was the color beautiful, but the style was also something she had never seen before.

"If Yu'er likes it, then Mother will put it on you."

Bai frowned as she looked at the dress. It was a bit too flamboyant. People who knew they were in exile would think they were visiting relatives.

After dressing Yu'er, she glanced at the others. Fortunately, the others were all quite quiet, so this wouldn't be too conspicuous.

Strangely enough, her dress fits her quite well, like it was tailor-made. Despite her large belly, it doesn't feel constricting at all; in fact, it's quite comfortable.

Bai thought to herself that Song Qingqian was definitely trying to comfort her, and that the dress didn't look cheap.

The water temperature in the bathtub was just right, and the long-lost feeling of relaxation made Song Qingqian feel incredibly comfortable both physically and mentally. She completely emptied her mind and quickly entered the space with her consciousness.

Looking at the row of antique yet luxurious courtyards that appeared in the space, Song Qingqian was extremely gratified.

The design of the entire courtyard is just as she envisioned, cleverly blending classical charm with modern luxury, with every detail exuding an extraordinary atmosphere.

The roof was covered with glittering golden tiles, which shone even brighter under the light, making it comparable to the Golden Palace of that time.

Upon entering the courtyard, one is immediately struck by the four golden pillars standing tall and imposing, each adorned with intricate and exquisite carvings of dragons and phoenixes, each bearing the weight of history and ancient tales.

These four pillars not only support the structure of the entire courtyard, but also serve as the finishing touch to the courtyard's luxuriousness, leaving people in awe.

The furniture in the room was also antique, including a carved wooden bed with a mattress that she had specially made, which was soft and comfortable.

The bathroom and kitchen are both modern and fully functional, and every part suits her perfectly…