Every night she dreams of that group of men in official robes rushing in.

They dragged my sister into the room, broke my parents' bones one by one, and killed my uncles and their families.

She hid in the weeds, afraid to make a sound.

I watched helplessly as my family was tortured to death.

The reason was that the leader of the Tung Sing gang was riding his horse when it suddenly bumped into his grandfather, who was walking on the side of the road.

Then the Tung Sing gang said that because the horse hit Grandpa and he was frightened, they wanted him to pay compensation.

Grandpa didn't have the money to pay compensation, so her whole family risked their lives to compensate the Tung Sing gang.

She didn't understand why the officials were making them pay compensation when it was clearly a horse that had broken her grandfather's leg.

Grandpa was already walking on the very edge, and Mingming was being very careful.

Why is this happening?

She doesn't understand.

She hoped that the newly arrived Marquis would find out why.

At the very back of the crowd, a burly man was holding a jar of green ant wine.

Looking at the group of children, and then at Qin Hui and the others being dragged and screaming, he couldn't help but take a big gulp of wine, feeling completely refreshed.

All the gloom he had felt these past few days vanished.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent! What a divine disciple!"

"The East Star Gang, which I couldn't deal with all these days, and the children I couldn't rescue, you solved in just a few days."

"Life should be lived to the fullest, with a hearty drink in hand."

“If you are truly a god sent down from heaven to save the world, then I, Qiao, am willing to become sworn brothers with you.”

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng lowered his head and became dejected.

"I just don't know if you, a disciple of the immortals of the Ming Dynasty, would even look down on me, a man from the Liao Kingdom."