C112 (2/2)

”Where is He Qi Niang now?” Were they taken in by the authorities? ”

When she asked this question, Aunt Bai immediately revealed a frightened expression. ”No, she ran away!”

He ran away? Su Zhi felt as if she was struck by lightning, and her heart began to thump wildly.

”You have to be careful these few days. Someone overheard the argument last night, and that idiot He Qiniang wants to set the alley on fire.” Aiyo, why did you have to be so worried. ”

Hearing Aunt Bai's words, Su Zhi's heart thumped like a drum. He Qi Niang's personality was gloomy and eccentric. Living in a depressed environment for a long time would easily cause her to have extreme personality.

Now that she was running away with guilt, she hated everything that happened in Spring Leaf Lane and would definitely not let it go.

When she thought of that sallow and gloomy face, Su Zhi suddenly shuddered and returned to the courtyard in a trance.

Mommy Ding was sweeping the snow outside the yard. Seeing that she had come back in a daze, she hurriedly stepped forward. ”Madam, you've returned. Yo, what happened?” ”His face is so ugly.”

Su Zhi forcefully shook her head and tightly locked the door. She held on to her mother's hand and solemnly warned, ”Mother Ding, be extra careful in the next few days. The murderer is a resident of Spring Leaf Lane. I was afraid she would come back for revenge.”

The commotion outside was so great, how could Mrs Ding not know what was going on? She did not think too much about it at first, but now that Su Zhi mentioned it, she felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

”It was not long after noon when I heard people shouting outside. They were saying 'dead'. I told Bi Yue to go out and see the situation before I knew that this had happened. ”

Su Zhi had wanted to tell her mother about He Qiniang asking for help, but she didn't know what to say. Thinking over and over again, he could only swallow his words and repeatedly remind her to watch out for herself. Maybe if that woman got anxious, she really would burn the yard down.

She wasn't afraid of it, but she was afraid of what might happen to the child.

As the New Year approached, Su Zhi did not feel the New Year atmosphere. Instead, she felt depressed.

She had been worried about Xiao Qian and now this matter had arisen.

After washing up at night, she calmed herself down and asked A Jin what she had learned today.

A Jin gave a rough outline of the courses that Shen Zhu had taught. He had just learned a few new segments of the discourse, and he was holding the new book that Shen Zhu had given him, his eyes smiling like crescent moons.

When his small hand touched the item in the undergarment, he couldn't help but think of the mysterious woman he met in the empty alley.

Su Zhi herself was also worried. She didn't notice the change in her child. She turned out the light and went to bed early.

The night was windy, so if there was even the slightest movement outside the door, she would be awoken from her slumber and would not be able to sleep soundly.

When the woman closed her eyes, she saw He Qiniang's ferocious expression. She kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In the northwest military command post near the Imperial City, the main tent was still lit as bright as day. Under the candlelight, the man's strong and handsome face was covered with a layer of broken orange light, softening the killing intent in his eyes.

When Greenwood came in with a cup of hot tea, he saw that Xiao Qian still had no intention of resting. He couldn't help but worry, ”General, it's late in the night. It's time to rest.”

The man didn't seem to hear her, staring at the edict in his hand, lost in endless thought.

In the end, what he was worried about happened. This rebellion could not be completely blamed on the low level people – they had gone through the drought and war together with the poor harvests of the village, yet their military pay had been delayed. If they didn't have nowhere else to go, why would they choose to revolt?

Xiao Qian looked at the heavy suppression order in his hand and felt pain in his temple.

His sword had killed countless Huns who had invaded the Central Plains from the south. Even the Prince of Huns was not spared.

However, how could he possibly point a sword at his subordinates and chop off the head of his sworn brother?