After finishing this, Qian Chunhua took the time to look at the watch in the space. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

In this era without any entertainment activities, many people have fallen asleep at 10 o'clock in the evening.

It was even quieter outside, with only the occasional crowing of roosters.

Under Qian Chunhua's instructions, Qian Qi had already cooked pork liver porridge. The two men had lost too much blood and needed blood supplements.

Lu Qing and the young prince were really starving. They drank three large bowls of pork liver porridge each before reluctantly putting down their bowls and chopsticks because there was no more food in the pot.

Qian Chunhua left Qian Xingshan in the shop and asked him to take care of the two of them. If either of them had a fever, he should come home and call her.

After making all the arrangements, Qian Chunhua blew out all the oil lamps.

Just now I needed light to treat the wound, but there was no way around it. Now that the wound has been treated, I will turn off the light in time.

In addition to the lights, Qian Chunhua also took away all the bloodstained clothes that the two had taken off, intending to hide them all in the space when no one was around, and then find an opportunity to burn them later.

Before leaving, Qian Chunhua carefully observed the ground and the roadside and found no bloodstains. Only then did he feel relieved to leave the shop with Qian Li.

When I returned home, the lights in the room were dim and the kang was warm.

Zhao Xiaoling and Zhao Qingfeng didn’t know what was going on. They only knew that their mother was busy and their brother would take care of them tonight.

The sensible children made porridge and steamed buns for them even though Qian Chunhua had forgotten that they had not had dinner. The two children ate their meals obediently and went to bed.

Only Qingsong was there, waiting anxiously for his father in the darkness.

When the sound of a door opening was heard outside the yard, Qingsong ran out of the room. The moment he saw Qian Chunhua's figure in the moonlight, he felt relieved.

"Mom." Qingsong called softly.

"I haven't slept yet." Qian Chunhua responded in a low voice.

"I'll wait for you." These three short words expressed Qingsong's feelings.

Qian Chunhua rubbed her eldest son's head distressedly, "Be good, Mom is fine, you go and rest first, I'll come over after I finish washing."

"Hey, mother, there are steamed buns and eggs left for you on the stove." Qingsong was worried that his mother had not eaten, so he thoughtfully left some steamed buns for Qian Chunhua.

"Thank you, son." Qian Chunhua touched his son's head again.

Coming to the kitchen, there was a pot of hot water, three steamed buns and an egg.

He is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. Li Cuihong and Zhao Yongqiang, these two beasts, actually had the heart to beat such a child.

Qian Chunhua was filled with hatred, as these two people had not yet received the retribution they deserved.

Even though she was not hungry at the moment, Qian Chunhua forced herself to eat all the steamed buns and eggs out of her son's love. After eating, she simply washed up and returned to her room.

Only when Qingsong's mother lay down on the kang did she feel truly relieved and fell into a deep sleep.

Qian Chunhua slept uneasily the whole night. She tossed and turned and had nightmares.

After a while, he dreamed that the people who were chasing the little prince came to his house and not only killed the little prince, but also killed his whole family in anger.

After a while, I dreamed that Zhao Yongqiang and his family came to my house and wanted to return Qingyun to me, but they also insisted on taking Qingsong away.

Then I dreamed that government officials were searching for the fugitive from house to house in the village.

…

Late at night, in a secluded courtyard in Nanzhou County, a group of men in black were kneeling on the ground.

"Please forgive me, Master." The leader in the front said while kowtowing.

"Forgive me, forgive me, do you have the nerve to ask me to forgive you? It's just assassinating a young man, but you, Beitang, have a total of 33 people, and it took more than ten days to complete the task.

I can't find him alive, nor can I find his body dead. How can you ask me to forgive my sins?"