Song Xiaoqi hesitated for a long time, feeling that he was in a difficult situation, but he did not want to lose this only opportunity, so he had no choice but to order the people behind him to step back.

Seeing this, Song Xiaoyu pulled Song He'er away.

"Third Uncle, slow down."

"Hurry up! You've really angered this old mudfish. He might actually kill someone in a minute! Besides, you don't really want to give him the book."

Why don't I want to give it?

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoyu stopped in his tracks, turned to look at her, and said, "You really want to give it to him? Although I don't know what that book means, why would you do this to him?"

"Third Uncle, keep your voice down. Of course I have a way. How could I let him be so smug? This is fake, don't worry!"

Hearing Song He'er say this, Song Xiaoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“There are countless grievances between you and your father. Quickly resolve things here and then head to Nanzhao.”

"Um."

Song He'er nodded without saying anything.

In no time, the two had walked more than a mile away.

Song He'er found a tall tree and threw the book wrapped in red paper directly on the ground.

"Third Uncle, don't talk, hurry up and go, the people behind us are close."

Song Xiaoyu was also quick-witted and didn't want to waste a moment. She pulled Song He'er and headed towards their residence.

Zhang Xiue was still working when she saw the two people in a panic from afar. Her expression immediately turned displeased, and she put down her work and walked over.

"What's going on? Did that old bastard Song Xiaoqi give you a hard time?"

Song Xiaoyu was about to speak when Song He'er interrupted her, "No...no!"

Zhang Xiue clearly didn't believe her. She pulled Song Xiaoyu aside and pressed her for an explanation: "Tell me the truth, what exactly happened? You can't hide it from me."

"What could possibly happen? You women are just overthinking things!"

Zhang Xiue still wouldn't give up, pestering Song Xiaoyu with questions incessantly.

Song He'er sighed. This was not a glorious thing to begin with, and saying it would only make people uneasy. It was better to say nothing.

Thinking this, she casually made up an excuse and said, "Third Aunt, I'm starving. Can't you get us something to eat? We've already sent Li Shi away. Now that there's no one to bother us, we should relax and not be so tense."

"That's right, what could have happened? It's just that the heartless bastard saw how crazy Li was and didn't want to take her in, so he said a few mean things, and we thought they were offensive, so we started arguing."

Zhang Xiu'e had no choice but to stop asking Song Xiaoyu's perfunctory answers. If she continued to press him, the two might start fighting again, so she simply stopped asking.

Anyway, the two of them returned safely, so what happened earlier can be ignored.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiue ladled two bowls of porridge from the pot, along with some side dishes, and handed them to the two of them.

"Eat up, there's more in the pot if you're not full!"

"Um."

Song He'er swallowed a large mouthful of rice porridge, hoping to use it to calm her restless mood.

Xinzhou is no longer a place to stay. Song Xiaoqi has dozens of martial arts masters around him. If he is really angered, he is capable of doing anything.

Fortunately, this old scoundrel with little knowledge of literature couldn't see the key points in the book; he was only focused on dreaming of getting rich, so the fact that this book was fake would not be discovered.

As darkness fell, it was soon time to hand over the work for the day again.

As usual, Li Qiang and Song Xiaoyu carried the sacks to deliver the goods.

This time, Song He'er did not choose to go with them. Instead, she took advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention and called Qin Xiaoniang out, intending to explain some things to her.

"He'er, what's wrong? Why are you being so secretive? Is there something you can't say in the house? It's too cold here, and your mother is afraid you'll catch a cold."

"It certainly can't be said inside the house!"

Qin Xiaoniang's expression changed slightly. "What?"

"The legendary book left to me by my maternal grandfather is in my hands."

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaoniang was first startled, and then remained stunned for a long time, as if struck by lightning. She stood there dumbfounded.

"You mean...that book? Impossible. When they raided our house, I remember the eldest daughter-in-law took it away. If not, it was confiscated by the authorities. How could it possibly be in your hands?"

Song He'er had long anticipated that Qin Xiaoniang would not believe her, but now she had to tell the truth, since the book was passed down from Qin Xiaoniang's ancestors and she had the right to know.

“Mother, I snatched it from Song Chanxing before the house was raided. Because there were too many people around, I didn’t dare to say it for a while. And to be on the safe side, I hid the book in a certain place after arriving in Xinzhou.”

Qin Xiaoniang asked in a low voice, "No one else knows about this, right?"

"Uncle couldn't possibly keep it a secret, but he was very proper and didn't ask anything; he just pretended not to know..."