Chapter 472 Stop

Her senior brother actually used his whisk to gag her again!

Song Chunxue noted it down.

The duster is so dirty; I haven't washed it since I bought it.

They returned to Xie Zheng's house, where lunch was very lavish, with six dishes and a soup for the three of them, which seemed quite wasteful.

The Taoist priest took it upon himself to remove two of the dishes and serve them to the servants of the mansion.

In the afternoon, the Taoist priest and her teacher did not go out. She meditated and practiced swordsmanship in her room for half an hour each, and then went out of the mansion alone.

Since it was a celebration for her second son, she, as his mother, couldn't come empty-handed.

The silver medal she awarded to her second son three years ago has already been used in a critical moment.

Although she had given him a piece of yellow jade a few days ago at home, no one dislikes valuable jewelry.

Arriving at a silversmith's shop, Song Chunxue wanted the craftsman to make a substantial silver wristband suitable for a man to wear.

No, she has five children in total. She had an abortion on her second child, and the fourth child will definitely be sad. Even if the other three don't say anything, they will feel uncomfortable when they see this in the future.

She changed her mind again and made amulets for each child according to their zodiac sign.

There were five in total, and no one complained.

Making five silver items would take time, so Song Chunxue left the silversmith's shop, intending to wander around the neighborhood.

At a nearby stall, someone was buying boiled sweet fermented rice soup for three coins a bowl, and she drank a small bowl.

Just as she got up to leave, she saw Wang Qing and his group walking towards her from a distance.

“Aunt Jiang, what a coincidence, you’re drinking sweet fermented rice. Is it sweet?” Wang Qing turned to the middle-aged man beside him. “Second Uncle, this is the mother of Jiang Yehui that I mentioned to you. Aunt Jiang used to kill bandits in the county. She’s very skilled.”

Wang Qing's second uncle glanced over indifferently, seemingly somewhat impatient.

But when he saw that it was Song Chunxue, his expression changed and he put on a warm smile.

"Two bowls of sweet fermented rice," Wang Qing said with a smile, grabbing Song Chunxue's arm. "Auntie, since we've met, why don't we sit down and have a chat? That way, we can look out for each other in the future."

Wang Qing's second uncle looked to be at least fifty years old, with a large belly, bulging eyes, and a flirtatious gaze that made her uncomfortable.

Song Chunxue could tell what he was thinking at a glance. He was just as good as Jiang Yong, who was always flirting with other women, except that he was bolder.

After all, others have managed to become officials in Jincheng, while Jiang Yong, who only received a government salary for two years, thinks he's some kind of local tyrant.

She had recently read two pages of a fortune teller's report. The person said he had great fortune and was protected by his ancestors, but unfortunately he couldn't hold onto it in his later years and might face imprisonment.

"Let's do it another day, I have something urgent to attend to." She wasn't planning on sitting down for a casual chat.

“Wait a minute, you were just drinking sweet fermented rice, why do you say you have something urgent to do as soon as you see us?” Wang Qing’s second uncle said in a slightly abrupt tone, with a hint of dissatisfaction. “I heard you’re still practicing Taoism and selling talismans, especially the wealth talismans, which sell very well.”

"I'm not selling lucky charms anymore." Song Chunxue glanced at Wang Qing. "You guys enjoy your drinks, I'm leaving now."

This condescending attitude made Song Chunxue very uncomfortable.

She had only taken two steps when four burly men suddenly blocked her way.

They stood close together in a semicircle, exuding a strong sense of threat.

Oh?

Who does he think he is, the emperor?

Song Chunxue turned her head and sneered, "What do you mean? I can't leave?"

"It's just a few words, young lady, don't be ungrateful. Since we've met, we have some serious business to discuss." The old man's tone was full of official authority, and his neck, as thick as his head, looked particularly thick, as if it were perfect for practicing punches.

Wang Qing stood up and looked at Song Chunxue apologetically. "Auntie, I'm sorry. My second uncle didn't mean to make things difficult for you. Please sit down, say a few words, and then leave. We won't make things difficult for you."

Song Chunxue looked coldly at Wang Qing. She had thought Wang Qing was not simple before, but she had underestimated her.

Her words were filled with difficulty and even a hint of coercion.

In front of everyone, Song Chunxue wasn't unsure of how to defeat these men, but she suddenly wanted to know what they wanted to talk about.

Besides, her senior brother had warned her that there are always people more skilled than herself, and that while her skills were considered strong among ordinary people, she would suffer a loss if she encountered a true master from the common folk.

Besides, these two were clearly using their official ranks to intimidate her, a commoner, and she didn't want to trouble Lord Xie again.

She sat down with a half-smile, lifted her robe and tossed it behind her. "Fine, whatever you want to say. Anyway, you're in a difficult position now. I'm a woman, how can I be a match for four guards? I know that much about myself."

Wang Qing's smile froze.

Wang Yong smiled slightly, ignoring the accusations in her words, and thought that the woman in front of him was quite sensible.

He smugly shook his head and laughed in an arrogant tone, "I heard your son got a job in the Jincheng government office. Have you made any progress?"

"We'll know tomorrow; it's still uncertain." That's the truth.

Wang Yong shook his head a little more, clasped his hands on the table, and glanced sideways at Song Chunxue.

“My niece Wang Qingzhong is interested in Jiang Yehui. She currently owns two houses and three shops in Jincheng. If you can marry her, Jiang Yehui might be able to climb the social ladder.” He shook his palm. “My name is Wang Yong. If we become in-laws, your life in Jincheng will be much easier.”

"Second Uncle!" Wang Qing complained, her face flushed. "I didn't mean that. Don't make decisions on your own."

Song Chunxue felt a chill run down her spine.

How ridiculous! What kind of family does the Jiang family really look like in their eyes?

She didn't speak, just looked at Wang Yong calmly.

His red nose is so oily, you could use it to stir-fry vegetables.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I heard that you’ve been a widow for many years and have been living between two men of considerable status for the past two years. You’re doing alright.”

"..." Damn, is it illegal for her to rip his head off in the street?

Senior brother, this is the first time I've experienced the feeling of killing intent rushing to the top of my head.

If left unchecked, it will become a mental demon.

Seeing that she remained silent, Wang Yong revealed a meaningful smile, "But how can ordinary people like us rely on someone of that status? If you were to abandon your evil ways and become my last concubine..."

His smile widened, as if he were a living bodhisattva who had saved people from suffering. "To be honest, I have never thought of taking a concubine as old as you."

Song Chunxue was exceptionally calm. If anyone could understand her, they would realize that her murderous intent was about to overwhelm her reason.

"So I should kneel down and thank you, right?"

Wang Qing, standing to the side, was somewhat frightened. "Second Uncle, how could you..."

"Shut up, it's an adult conversation, what right do you kids have to interrupt?" Wang Yong glanced coldly at Wang Qing, then smiled and moved his fat hand closer to Song Chunxue's. "I heard you like doing business, I can buy you a shop on this street..."

Song Chunxue could no longer hold back. Suddenly, she stepped onto the wooden stool and threw a left hook straight at his jaw.

"Aunt Jiang!"

"You dare... Ouch!" Wang Yong's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Guards, get him..."

Song Chunxue stepped directly onto the table, knelt on one knee, and delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin, probably severing his tongue.

The four guards rushed over at once.

Song Chunxue jumped off the table, snatched the large iron ladle from the stall owner's hand, and began to smash her head with both hands, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Song Chunxue's hair.

"Stop! You audacious Wang Yong, do you have a death wish?"

At that moment, a familiar voice roared.