"Otherwise, we will have to take coercive measures."

Zhou's knees buckled, and she knelt down, reaching out to grab the soldier's trouser leg.

"Sir, please have mercy! We are new to the capital and don't know anyone here. If you kick us out, where will we stay?"

"Where you live is your business," the soldier said impatiently, lifting his leg and causing Zhou to fall to the ground.

In any case, Lord Ji already understands Princess Zhenguo's meaning and will not give this family a friendly look.

Whether they are relatives or not, the opinion of the Princess Zhenguo is the most important.

The Song family members tried to kneel down and beg for mercy again, but the soldiers suddenly drew their swords, and they were all terrified and turned pale.

In this situation, you have no choice but to leave, even if you don't want to.

They had never stayed in such a nice courtyard before, but after only a few days they were kicked out. The men looked resentful, and the women sobbed.

They didn't bring much, but the courtyard had many exquisite ornaments and warm mattresses.

Just as Song Qijin's wife, Wei, was stuffing a vase into her bosom, a soldier lashed out with a whip, striking her hand hard.

"Aww, aww aww aww!" Wei jumped around with her arms crossed.

"Take away anything that doesn't belong to you, not even a single leaf. Otherwise, you will be charged with theft."

As a result, the Song family dared not act recklessly.

They left the courtyard house carrying their tattered clothes and quilts, their faces full of worry.

The heavy door closed behind us and was secured with a heavy padlock.

Several soldiers remained behind to guard them, keeping a watchful eye on them.

This courtyard house is completely irrelevant to them now.

Fortunately, knowing about Song Ruier's existence and obtaining her address, they still had a place to stay.

After receiving Ji Changsheng's silver notes, Song Ruier rented a small courtyard to live in.

He is already proficient in writing with his left hand, but his right hand is bare, as if something is missing.

He went to a shop that specializes in prosthetics and had a finely crafted iron claw right hand fitted.

Song Ruier moved the prosthetic hand; the iron gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, seemingly exuding some kind of murderous intent.

Compared to her original right hand, Song Ruier actually felt it was better.

He squinted and watched for a while.

How I wish I could use these iron claws to kill the entire Qiao family.

As if remembering something, he frowned again.

The Song family lost their kinship certificate, and Qiao Lian'er didn't show up, so the whole family made no progress.

As for how the documents were lost, Song Ruier believed that no one but Qiao Lian'er could have done it, since the Song family treasured them like precious gems.

He had a bit of a headache, and he tapped his forehead with his iron claw fingers, letting out a long breath.

Mu Tai wrote a letter saying that he was looking for extraordinary people who could deal with Qiao Lian'er, because conventional methods would not work.

A commotion arose at the door, and someone called out, "Rui'er, is Rui'er home? Open the door quickly, we've come looking for you."