He took out a small bamboo tube from his pocket, uncorked it, and lit it.

With a "whoosh," a point of white light shot into the sky.

Shen Qingyu looked at it; it resembled a simplified version of a firework.

It should be used to notify people.

"Come on, let's go back inside first." Qi Yunxiao took Shen Qingyu's arm and half-helped, half-dragged her into the house.

Wen Che's face was ashen, and he pursed his lips tightly.

He knew he couldn't fall down, couldn't give up, couldn't break down...

But with his only remaining brother's fate unknown, Wen Che still clenched his fists nervously.

Qi Yunxiao patted Wen Che on the shoulder and handed him a small bamboo tube.

"Take this and stay home. If he comes back, put this down and I'll rush back."

Wen Che looked up at Qi Yunxiao, his eyes showing a rare vulnerability: "Cousin, am I really useless?"

Qi Yunxiao punched Wen Che on the shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense! You've already done your best."

“You are all capable in both academics and martial arts, but I am useless. I have been living with you for so long and I can’t even cook. I can only spend my days with the children… You went to great lengths to bring Wenjin here, but I haven’t even taken good care of her yet, and now Xiaobao is missing too.”

Wen Che gave a bitter smile, tears welling up in his eyes.

Shen Qingyu frowned: "No one expects you to be both literate and martial. That's the job of civil and military officials."

Wen Che and Qi Yunxiao were both stunned and looked at Shen Qingyu.

Having suffered a series of stimuli today, Shen Qingyu felt as if a fire was burning inside her, and she had no intention of hiding it.

"If you feel that fate is unfair and you want to set things right, then leave here, take your people and your dreams, and do what you want to do."

"If you accept your fate, then from now on you will only be Wen Che, and only do what Wen Che wants to do and is able to do."

"Right now, Wenjin is missing, and Xiaobao is missing too. What we need to do is find a way to get the children back, and at the same time, we can't let things get chaotic at home. There's no use in feeling sorry for ourselves at a time like this."

After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, she prepared to go into the mountains.

She couldn't wait; she had to do something.

Wen Che pondered Shen Qingyu's words, and the more he thought about them, the more he felt they were like a wake-up call.

Yes, what we need to do right now is to find the child.

What's the use of self-pity?

He immediately snapped out of his emotional turmoil, his expression turned solemn, and he bowed deeply to Shen Qingyu: "Thank you, sister-in-law, Wenche has learned a great deal."