Before confiscating their property, they emptied the imperial city and exiled them!

After returning home, Song Shijun couldn't stop thinking about Mu Shilan's expectant eyes.

Looking up, I saw Mu Qingwan dressed in a festive and exquisite robe, her face flushed, sitting in the main hall playing and laughing with Song Yetong and the others.

Perhaps Song Shijun's gaze was too intense, because Mu Qingwan felt a little uncomfortable under his stare. She turned to look at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yetong also noticed Song Shijun because she resented him for stealing her jewelry.

So he didn't say anything nice: "Let's ignore him. Quick, Wan Ning, hand me the pink thread you're holding."

Despite what Song Yetong said, Mu Qingwan still couldn't ignore the gaze that Song Shijun cast at her.

She was still somewhat shaken by what had happened before.

It was obvious that Song Shijun harbored hostility towards him.

Song Yetong also sensed Mu Qingwan's unease and looked at Song Shijun with annoyance, saying, "What exactly do you want?"

If there's nothing wrong, don't stand here. Doesn't that scare people with that fierce look on your face?

Song Shijun withdrew his gaze from Mu Qingwan and said coldly, "There isn't much firewood left in the house. Miss Mu, could you go and gather some more?"

Mu Qingwan was taken aback. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, but rather that he had been staring at her so menacingly just now, and it was because of this.

Song Yetong blocked Mu Qingwan's way: "This is a task your father gave you. Why should Qingwan do it for you?"

Mu Qingwan is skilled with her hands and is teaching herself to embroider. How could she let Song Shijun take her away so easily?

Song Shijun scoffed, "Fine, since Miss Mu is of such high status, I'll go myself!"

What is he up to now?

Song Yetong watched his retreating figure and reminded him, "You'd better hurry up! Father gave you the order at noon."

"You haven't finished yet, or Dad will give you a good scolding."

When Lin Xiaoxiao came in, she heard Song Yetong giving advice to her younger brother.

She chuckled lightly, "Are you still angry with him?"

Song Yetong turned her head and said, "He hasn't apologized yet, how can I forgive him so easily?"

Song Yetong did not distance herself from Lin Xiaoxiao just because Lin Xiaoxiao hit Song Shijun.

On the contrary, he felt that Lin Xiaoxiao had stood up for him.

Lin Xiaoxiao: "Okay, Mom said we should write some couplets to put up. Tomorrow is the New Year, so we should decorate the house properly."

"Couplets? Great! I'll go get some brush and ink right away." Song Yetong immediately perked up.

The little girl was agile and disappeared in no time.

Among Song Wenjing's bodyguards, there was only one girl named Ying Shiyi, so Lin Xiaoxiao had her dress in civilian clothes and keep her by her side.

Ying Shiyi exuded a chilling aura, her eyes revealing neither joy nor anger. Even dressed in the striking red robes carefully chosen by Lin Xiaoxiao, she still maintained the image of a chivalrous woman.

"Eleven, how was my writing?"

Lin Xiaoxiao pointed to the "Fu" character she had just written on the table, looking on with a smug expression as she awaited Shi Yi's evaluation.

Looking at the slightly hastily written "福" (good fortune) character on the table, Shiyi frowned: "The young lady's writing has a unique style, very good!"

Although the evaluation was blunt, Lin Xiaoxiao was still very happy.

She never expected her writing to be posted on the door; she just saw others doing it and felt an urge to try it herself.

"Eleven, why don't you write one too!"

Lin Xiaoxiao pulled her to the desk.

Ying Shiyi did not refuse, and with a flourish of her brush, she wrote a powerful and vigorous "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) character on the red paper in front of her.

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned. Although she didn't understand calligraphy, the characters in front of her had smooth lines that were both powerful and gentle.

"Eleven, your writing is so good!" Lin Xiaoxiao praised sincerely.

Ying Shiyi simply stood there respectfully and said, "Please give me more compliments, ladies."

When she first started following Lin Xiaoxiao, she always addressed her as "Miss." Lin Xiaoxiao did not intend for her to stay by her side as a maid.

So they asked her to change her form of address, and later she became "girl".

"How's your couplet writing coming along?" Madam Su walked in from outside.

Seeing that each girl had a piece of red paper in front of her, he walked over with a smile on his face.

Song Wanning's calligraphy is characterized by its square shape, straight horizontal and vertical strokes, and distinct characters.

This is unlike her usual lively and active personality.

On the other hand, Song Yetong's handwriting was both neat and clear, yet also free and lively, much like her usual personality.

Mrs. Su nodded in satisfaction and showered the girl in the room with praise.

Then let them take their masterpieces and have Shadow One and the others paste them on.

When Lin Xiaoxiao and the others went out, they realized that the village was already filled with the atmosphere of the New Year, regardless of whether things were new or old.

The entire place was decorated in vibrant red.

The falling snowflakes added to the warm and cozy atmosphere.

In the evening, everyone was tired from cleaning and decorating the house all day, so they went to bed early.

Unlike usual, tonight all the lights at the gates of the village are on.

Especially at Lin Xiaoxiao's place, lanterns are lit every day.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy and waiting for the arrival of the New Year tomorrow.

A series of urgent knocks broke the tranquility of the village.

"Uncle Song, open the door quickly!"

"Uncle Song, open the door quickly!"

Tonight, it was Shadow Three's turn to be on duty. Upon seeing the figure at the door, he didn't open it but instead climbed over the wall and went straight out.

It landed directly behind that person.

He said coldly, "Who are you? Do you have something urgent to do in the middle of the night?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Mu Shilan.

She didn't know Ying San's or the Song family's identities, so she stammered, "Great hero, please don't kill me. I've come to ask Uncle Song for help."

"SOS? What happened?"

Mu Shilan was extremely anxious at this moment, and she didn't care who the person in front of her was. She hurriedly said, "My uncle-in-law, Mu Qiyang, took the villagers up the mountain to hunt at noon today."

They haven't returned yet, and the snow is falling heavier and heavier, but there's not a single person on the mountain.

The village chief also led people to search the mountain, but found no information.

That's why I came to ask Uncle Song for help.

Mu Shilan spoke with tears streaming down her face, but Ying San disappeared and returned home.

He walked quickly toward Song Huai'an's residence.

"What?" Song Huai'an was shocked when he heard this.

Not only did Mu Qiyang go hunting in the mountains by himself, but he also brought the villagers with him.

Song Huai'an knew about his leg ailment, which made him even more worried.

He took the clothes handed to him by Su and quickly put them on.

Although he had a deep opinion of Mu Qiyang because of what had happened before, this was a matter of life and death.

Song Huai'an was still worried that something might happen to Mu Qiyang.

After telling Song Huai'an, Ying San went to Song Wenjing's residence.

Through the door, Song Wenjing instructed Ying San, "Take Ying Wu with me on this trip."

Shadow One and the others stayed at home.

Song Wenjing knew that his father would not stand idly by in this matter.

Perhaps it was the noise outside that woke everyone up.

After hurriedly putting on his clothes, he went outside to check.

When Mu Qingwan heard that Mu Qiyang was in trouble, she couldn't sit still any longer.

With red eyes, she walked up to Song Huai'an and pleaded, "Uncle Song, please, let me go with you!"

“No, it’s too dangerous to go up the mountain in the snow at midnight. You should stay home and wait for news. Your uncle will do his best to bring your father back safely.” Song Huai’an refused her without even thinking.