Seeing the third brother crack his wife up with amusement, Xiao Jin felt both slightly put out and unable to even picture what winter jasmine looked like.
And so, he nonchalantly stepped in front of his wife, shielding her from his brothers' prying gazes.
Even though he didn't know what winter jasmine looked like, he was certain that any flower the little lass liked must be exceptionally special.
Jiang Ning glanced over, then quickly looked away.
Besides, she wasn't here today just to gawk at the commotion. Places like the underground martial arts arena were crowded and full of prying eyes, and since she preferred peace and quiet, she had no love for such chaotic environments.
Seeing that Jiang Ning wasn't all that interested, Shuangyue let out a sigh of relief.
Having made the trip into town so many times, Xu Zhichun had more or less asked around about the county magistrate's character. After all, while ancient times did have laws, the rule of man played a far greater role. Though there were generally laws to follow when trying a case, how a verdict was ultimately handed down depended heavily on the magistrate's personal discretion and subjective judgment.
For ordinary country folk like them, if they ever accidentally crossed the wrong person, they'd truly be left with nowhere to turn and no one to save them.
"My Lord, the authorities are here." The guard warned, spotting the figures of the government soldiers approaching from a distance.
The man frowned slightly and said coldly. "Let's go."
Jin Weilan had reported the matter to the authorities. Having nearly been burned to death, she was hardly one to swallow her anger and let it go; she immediately filed a report to bring in the guards to investigate.
Jin Weilan hugged her brother tightly, overwhelmed with the surreal sensation of having narrowly escaped death.
Jin Jingxiu patted her on the back, panting heavily. "As long as you're safe, thank goodness... You aren't hurt, are you?"
"No," Jin Weilan shook her head.
Jin Jingxiu then looked over at Jiang Ning.
As she spoke, Xu Zhichun untied a large burlap sack, pulled out a sweet potato, and handed it to Aunt Zhu'er. "Here, Aunt Zhu'er, go wash this off and try it to see how it tastes."
To tell you the truth, even though she only has twelve burlap sacks out in the open, she can quietly pull out quite a bit more whenever she wants, so there's really no need to feel bad about eating them.
Let's start with a hot and sour shredded potato stir-fry for tonight.
"Ah, the chef said it has to simmer for four hours to get the finest donkey meat broth."
"Come to think of it, it should be ready by now."
Ah Xuan paused in his tracks, giving a slight nod beneath his mask. It was precisely because it needed to simmer for four hours that he had wanted to head outside the city to check on the battle situation.
Along the way, seeing the wounded soldiers being sent back, he realized just how fiercely formidable Lady Lei truly was—single-handedly chasing a hundred-thousand-strong army on the run.
