Seeing that Yan Siming had killed all the bandits, Ah Li took two steps back and turned back.

The villagers still dared not come out; they all looked at Yan Siming in fear.

Yan Siming didn't linger. After confirming that there was no blood on him and that his complexion was normal, he looked around and went back.

After Yan Siming and Ali left, a group of soldiers, Grandpa Wang, and the village chief arrived.

Looking at the bandits' corpses lying haphazardly, the village chief asked the villagers hiding nearby, "Who...who killed them?"

No one answered; the villagers were terrified of Yan Siming's earlier demeanor. Although Yan Siming had saved them, he hadn't stayed, perhaps not wanting to claim credit, and they dared not do anything more.

Grandpa Wang thought for a moment, and then he suddenly thought of Yan Siming. He said to the side, "Don't ask who it is. Quickly have the officials collect these corpses and take them back to find out which mountain bandits they are."

The officers and soldiers inside the yamen also began to get busy, moving the corpses together one by one.

The villagers also came out one after another to search for and claim their relatives. In an instant, the air was filled with heart-wrenching cries, as if the whole world was shrouded in pain and sorrow.

After Ahri climbed back into the house through the window, she huddled in a corner, rested her head on her arms, and closed her eyes.

The moment Yan Siming unlocked the outside lock and pushed open the door, he saw Ah Li already asleep.

Yan Siming moved more lightly. He took a set of his own clothes and carefully changed into them.

Then, noticing the dark blood on the hem of his clothes, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Ahri who was still unconscious, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that she didn't see it.

Yan Siming knew that every time he was on the battlefield, he would transform into a ruthless killing machine. Like a god or Buddha who could stop him, he would even forget himself in the heat of battle, leaving only a merciless killing intent.

Because on the battlefield where life and death are intertwined, only the victor reigns supreme.

Yan Siming took the clothes he had changed out of and went out.

Ah Li then secretly raised her head and exhaled. She had seen the harmless Yan Siming before, so she was not at all surprised to see Yan Siming like a god of death today.

Because of his brilliant military strategy on the battlefield, Yan Siming was hailed as a "genius," and the enemy trembled at the mere mention of his name.

His fame swept away enemies like autumn leaves in the wind.

He was not only a general commanding thousands of troops, but also a strategist with exceptional wisdom, able to devise plans and win battles from afar.

Yan Siming is not the kind of person who easily shows off his abilities, but every move he makes is enough to shock people and amaze them.

Yet, even someone like that becomes so cautious today.

Ah Li frowned and whispered, "Yan Siming, General Yan, are you... developing feelings for someone?"

After Yan Siming finished washing the clothes, he returned to find Ali standing in the yard.

As soon as Ah Li saw Yan Siming, she immediately ran up to him and asked, "Where have you been? I went to the village to look for you, but no one knew where you were."

Yan Siming pointed to the basin in his hand and said, "I'm going to do the laundry."

"Didn't you say there were bandits? How come you still dare to go wash clothes?" Ah Li asked, puzzled.

Yan Siming, holding a basin filled with clothes, said, "Weren't the bandits taken away by the government troops? They're all fine now."

"Then why did you change your clothes?"

Is it strange that I change my clothes?

"Then why didn't you call me when you came back?"

"I see you're sleeping soundly. Are your hands sore?"

Ahri thought about the sleeping position she had just been in, rubbed her arms and said, "It's alright. It was a little sore when I first woke up, but it's not sore now."

Are you hungry?

Ahri patted her stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry."

"Then I'll cook for you."

"Okay, I want to eat the big pot of rice you cook, it's delicious!"

"Okay." Yan Siming replied. Seeing Ah Li happily following him, he smiled and thought, "She really is a silly girl."

Ah Li picked a flower, smelled it, and tucked it behind her ear, asking, "Yan Siming, am I pretty?"

"nice."

Ali snatched the basin from Yan Siming in an instant and said, "Then I'll go hang up the clothes, and you go cook."

"good."

Yan Siming didn't argue; he was content as long as Ah Li remained happy.

Ah Li hummed a little tune as she hung the clothes to dry, while Yan Siming stood by the stove chopping vegetables and stir-frying meat.

Grandpa Wang looked at the two of them, his face showing both relief and worry.

This person's identity must be extraordinary. What will become of Ahri in the future?

Yan Siming started cooking the rice, and then he saw Grandpa Wang beckoning to him without disturbing Ali.

Ali pretended not to know and chased after a few butterflies before going out.

Grandpa Wang cut to the chase and asked, "What is your identity?"

The villagers dared not speak out when the village chief and officials were around, but they secretly approached him to inquire about Yan Siming's identity.

Grandpa Wang only knew that this person was saved by Ali, and had no idea about his other identity. He gave a few vague answers and told people not to ask around.

However, when he asked Yan Siming, Yan Siming said, "When the time comes, you will naturally know."

There was no way to get an answer by asking, so Grandpa Wang stopped pressing the matter.

Just then, Ali chased the butterfly back. She spotted Grandpa Wang at a glance, ran over happily, and shouted, "Grandpa Wang, are you here to eat Yan Siming's big pot of rice too? It's delicious!"

Grandpa Wang smiled and nodded, then reached out and patted Ali's head, saying, "Yes, Grandpa Wang could smell the fragrance from far away."

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