As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingchao and Bai You'an kicked the man out, one by one.
Then Chang Pinghe also made a move.
This was something Song Qingchao had not expected.
Seeing that Chang Pinghe was not only refusing to back down but also resorting to force, Old Master Chang almost fainted.
The person beside him pinched his philtrum, and he slowly recovered. The book of the writing.
Looking at the chaotic scene, he kept shouting "unfilial son" and "disrespectful."
Even Song Qingchao, who had been silent, couldn't stand it anymore.
After kicking away a relatively strong man, she went straight for Old Master Chang.
She really wanted to teach him how to behave!
And stir up some trouble along the way.
After all, they only wanted to invite Bai You'an, not her.
If she didn't go, it would be a huge loss.
"Old man, you seem quite arrogant." Song Qingchao sneered, grabbing Old Master Chang's hair. "You seem fine, and if you're in such a hurry to see a doctor, are you really sick? Maybe I can help you if you're not."
With that, she snatched a stick and prepared to smash it on his leg.
"As people age, their recovery ability is naturally slow. If I hit you with this stick, can you still stand up?"
There was a brawl everywhere, but it was clear that Song Qingchao and her companions were the aggressors.
However, she had also deliberately held back.
Old Master Chang, trembling, roared, "How dare you! Someone, come!"
It was then that Song Qingchao discovered that the people fighting with them were all adult men. Although some were thin, they didn't look as sickly as the people she had seen earlier.
Seeing this, Song Qingchao immediately understood.
This Old Master Chang had probably always been blurring the lines between public and private matters.
She then "disarmed and surrendered" as if it were nothing, but she still brought the stick down.
When Bai You'an saw her being captured, he immediately faked a fall.
Then, the two of them were subdued.
After being subdued, Song Qingchao and Bai You'an still exchanged glances.
The only one still resisting on the field was Chang Pinghe.
He kicked the person chest-high and roared, "Enough!"
Chang Pinghe's outburst, which seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, was met with a stern interruption from Old Master Chang, "If you dare to obstruct me again, I will make sure you never see her again in your life!"
Chang Pinghe stood there with red eyes, his hands tightly gripping the wooden stick, blood trickling down.
He slammed the wooden stick to the ground with a "snap," and his heart-wrenching wail made everyone shiver involuntarily.
Old Master Chang, enduring the pain in his leg, glared fiercely at Song Qingchao and pointed at her with a trembling finger, "Throw this dead girl into the pigsty!"
Song Qingchao was stunned. "No, old man, this is retaliation!"
She shouted as she was pushed away.
"What a dark heart."
She muttered and was then bundled up with Bai You'an, both sent "home."
Fortunately, the old man didn't know how many people were in the carriage.
Night.
In a corner of the Chang family's pigsty, a woman suddenly sat up amidst the weeds.
Song Qingchao, with dry grass stuck to her head and two pieces of cloth stuffed in her nose, impatiently untied the ropes on her hands.
Her movements were agitated.
This caused another person leaning against the railing to chuckle softly.
"Why didn't you come out sooner?"
Song Qingchao shot him a glare. "It's easier to do things in the dark."
"Miss Song is indeed resourceful." Bai You'an sighed. "I wonder if Miss Song has found any news about the medicinal herbs."
"I found out." Song Qingchao stood up, tidied her clothes, and kicked a pig that had pushed its way over. "You're the one who eats the most!"
As she walked, she plucked straw from her head, her voice faint and devoid of emotion. "In the warehouse to the west, two teams are guarding it in shifts, but with our martial arts skills, it shouldn't be a problem."
She reached out to the railing, preparing to climb out.
Then she noticed Bai You'an's tightly pursed lips, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously at Bai You'an. "Is it that funny?"
Bai You'an stopped laughing and prepared to pull her out. "No."
Just as Song Qingchao was being helped out of the pigsty by Bai You'an, a surprised voice rang out from the other side.
"You got yourselves captured on purpose?"
Song Qingchao's foot, which was pushing off the railing, slipped.
She fell directly onto Bai You'an, unable to get up.
She managed to turn her head and saw it was Chang Pinghe.
Bai You'an didn't even flinch. He steadied her and asked, "Why has General Chang come?"
Although Song Qingchao, now freed, was also curious, she knew Chang Pinghe was likely there to help, so she remained silent.
She pulled the cotton pads from her nose and tilted her head, shrugging, intending to smell herself.
It was better not to.
The smell almost sent her away.
How had Bai You'an endured it!
She quickly stuffed the cotton pads back into her nose.
Bai You'an gently pressed her head and rubbed it.
The smell was much better.
"General Chang, won't you be discovered coming here at this time?"
Song Qingchao's voice was muffled, her head tilted to prevent Bai You'an from touching it.
Bai You'an, however, held onto her sleeve, not letting go. "Stop messing around."
Chang Pinghe lowered his head, gave a shallow cough, and then bowed guiltily, "It is my fault for not protecting the two of you, so..."
"So you came to secretly let us out?" Song Qingchao waved her hand. "It's not your fault, General Chang. We came in on our own accord."
She leaned closer and asked, "Are my younger brother and sister alright?"
"Oh, they've already been sent to the temple."
Just as Song Qingchao was about to act, Bai You'an interjected, "What's the situation at that temple?"
Chang Pinghe became a bit tense. "You two don't need to worry. The temple still has safe residences, and although there are many refugees, someone is already controlling and maintaining order."
Bai You'an: "Thank you, General Chang, for that."
"Not at all," Chang Pinghe quickly replied.
Song Qingchao: "But your appearance here now might be detrimental to you."
Chang Pinghe was confused, and just as he was about to ask, Song Qingchao knocked him unconscious with a hand chop.
She patted her hands. "After all, we can't let someone else take the blame, can we?"
Song Qingchao put her hands on her hips and looked at Bai You'an. "Do you know where he lives?"
"I don't know."
Song Qingchao thought for a moment, then bent down, tied him up with a rope, and threw him into the pigsty.
Bai You'an smiled, pressing a fan to his lips. "This is retaliation."
"Nonsense, I'm doing this for his own good." Song Qingchao stretched her shoulders. "Let's go, time to get to work."
Just as she was about to leave, Bai You'an grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
"For this kind of strenuous work next time, I'll do it."