For these people who come from big cities, killing someone in a remote village thousands of miles away is nothing more than casually slaughtering a few animals in a mountain gully.
So they rode into the village without restraint, found out the location of Ye Qiao's house, and headed straight for the west end of the village.
The horses' hooves kicked up yellow dust, exuding a murderous aura that terrified the villagers.
"They're heading to the Ye family. Their mother just died, and the two siblings are going to suffer again."
"The eldest is an illegitimate child, and he's definitely not a womanizer. He's been attracting all sorts of women outside, and now he's brought trouble upon himself."
“The younger ones aren’t exactly innocent either. They often glare at the villagers and even try to hit them. Let’s take care of them so we can avoid seeing them and getting annoyed.”
The villagers gloated.
Just a few days ago, Yin passed away. There weren't many people in the village willing to help, so the siblings set up a few tables to entertain the guests and buried Yin on the mountain.
"Sister, instead of you coming to pick me up after you've settled in, why don't I go to the capital with you? That way, I can take care of you on the way," Ye Liang said after making up his mind.
"But home here—"
"Father is gone, mother is dead, this house is no longer a home."
“The villagers in this village don’t treat us like neighbors. Since that’s the case, why should I stay here? The capital is a big city. Maybe I can make a name for myself there. I don’t necessarily need your help.”
Ever since Madam Yin said that she could also go to the capital, a certain belief seemed to have been ignited in Ye Liang's heart.
Ye Qiao thought that she still had a lot of money on her, and that Ye Liang's food and lodging would not be a problem once they went to the capital.
Besides, it's true that it's difficult for a lone woman like her to travel.
"Okay, let's tidy up this house and go to the capital together."
With Lady Yin dead, she no longer had any attachments to this place and could go about her business.
Ye Liang suddenly became alert, watching a group of people rushing towards their house: "Sister, look, are they coming for our house?"
Ye Qiao also saw it; the group of people was getting closer and closer. Those people drew the knives from their waists, and their eyes seemed to be looking at a dying person. The light of the blades shimmered like snow in the sunlight, cold and intimidating.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
"Let's find a place to hide first." Ye Liang grabbed Ye Qiao and ran.
Just then, the sound of swords clashing rang out. Looking back, another group of men in silver appeared out of nowhere and blocked the first group. The two sides were engaged in fierce combat.
This mountain village had never seen anything like it before. Many villagers were so frightened that they screamed and fled, some pushing oxcarts, some carrying large and small bags, and others clutching their meager savings tightly to their chests.
"Don't be nervous, gentlemen. It seems that the group on horseback is no match for the men in silver," a voice chuckled.
The siblings looked in the direction of the sound and saw a monk carrying a wooden bowl. His patchwork robe was somewhat worn, but he had an air of otherworldly wisdom and seemed to be a wandering monk.
The monk's gaze fell on Ye Qiao's face, and he couldn't help but sigh, "She looks just like her! She looks at least six or seven parts like Princess Shouguang."
"Master, how did they come to this village?" Ye Qiao asked, bowing with her hands clasped together, puzzled.
"Naturally, we've come to take your lives," the monk said.
The siblings' expressions changed.
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