“Why am I shouting?”
Bai Youan’s eyelids flickered, and he strode towards Song Qingchao with his long legs.
“Who is he?”
Zhou Zhengxi, who had just been identified, froze. He looked at Song Qingchao, then at Bai Youan, unsure whether he should speak.
“A person, what’s wrong?” Song Qingchao replied innocently.
“A person?” Bai Youan’s blood was about to rush to his head. “My eyesight is indeed not very good, and now that my eye mask is lost, I can see even less clearly, but I can still see blurry shadows. Do you really take me for a blind man?”
“I didn’t say that,” Song Qingchao explained dryly. “He’s the bodyguard I brought back. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Bai Youan’s voice changed. He snatched Song Qingchao and imitated how Zhou Zhengxi had held her earlier. “We agreed to find the Medicine Ghost. Now, what do you say?”
Song Qingchao leaned back, then used her fan to push against Bai Youan’s chest, shoving him away. “What do you want to do?”
She pointed at Zhou Zhengxi. “He’s the bodyguard I brought back from the Lin manor. From now on, he will be responsible for protecting me personally.”
“You need protection?” Bai Youan said sarcastically, then his gaze fixed dangerously on Zhou Zhengxi.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Song Qingchao found it ridiculous.
She turned her head and said to Zhou Zhengxi, “Take good care of Miss Lin.”
Bai Youan turned his head and looked at the seven people in various poses, his head beginning to ache again.
“Did you bring all of them back?”
“Yes,” Song Qingchao said with a grin. “Their builds, their appearances, each and every one of them is excellent.”
Bai Youan: “……”
He frowned, supporting his head with his hand. “So, these are your spoils for today?”
“Not only that,” Song Qingchao said excitedly, seeking praise. “I also found the Medicine Ghost.”
“Medicine Ghost?” Bai Youan lowered his hand. “Which one is it?”
Song Qingchao smiled, then pointed at the petite girl slowly emerging from the carriage behind her. “This one.”
“This is the Medicine Ghost?”
Bai Youan’s eyebrows furrowed again as he looked at Lin Tingwan, who was walking and hiding. “How did you find her?”
“It’s absolutely true,” Song Qingchao said with a mysterious smile. “It’s all destiny.”
“This is indeed a great destiny of yours.”
Song Qingchao ignored Bai Youan and walked towards the Chang family.
But she was immediately grabbed by the collar.
She swung her hand backward, trying to pull her collar free, but couldn’t touch anything.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Song Qingchao turned back and glared at him. “Of course, to do important business!”
She tucked her fan into Bai Youan’s belt. “Here you go.”
With that, she turned and left.
Bai Youan stood there with his hands on his hips.
Zhou Zhengxi, carrying the items his master had instructed him to take down before alighting, followed Song Qingchao. As he passed Bai Youan, Bai Youan hooked his arm around his neck and stopped him.
“Tell me, what did she do this morning?”
Zhou Zhengxi glanced at him, then remembered his master’s answer, and felt it didn’t matter. “She went to the Lin manor.”
“So, are you people borrowed from the Lin manor?”
Zhou Zhengxi quickly shook his head. “Young Master, please don’t misunderstand. We are our master’s people. We live as her people, and we die as her ghosts.”
Bai Youan frowned. “I wasn’t asking you that. What’s your background?”
“Our master picked us up from the trash can,” Zhou Zhengxi said, shifting the pile of snacks and sweets he was holding and directly bumping it into Bai Youan’s chin. “Young Master, do you need anything else? If not, my master is waiting for me.”
Bai Youan, rubbing his chin, narrowed his eyes at him.
Only when he squinted could he see more clearly. Looking at him now, this fellow was indeed quite upright.
Why would she keep such a neat and capable guy by Song Qingchao’s side?
Wasn’t it enough for her to protect herself?
Why did she bring back eight wild men from outside?
*Bang*.
His chin was bumped by Zhou Zhengxi again.
Bai Youan covered his chin, enraged, and glared fiercely at Zhou Zhengxi’s back.
If glaring had any offensive power, Zhou Zhengxi’s back would have been pierced through by his stare right now.
He supported his chin with one hand and put the other on his hip, watching Song Qingchao being surrounded by several men.
He suddenly felt his position was in jeopardy.
He had to find a way to get rid of them.
Just as he was about to push his way in, he noticed Lin Tingwan sneaking around behind them.
“Excuse me, are you Miss Lin?”
Lin Tingwan immediately stood up straight and put on a fawning smile. “Ah, yes.”
She touched her head. “Is there something?”
“Nothing really,” Bai Youan said, pointing his right index finger in a direction. “The door is that way.”
Lin Tingwan was left with no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward.
The two quickly squeezed their way to Song Qingchao’s side.
Bai Youan, with some slyness, nudged Zhou Zhengxi aside.
Zhou Zhengxi didn’t mind.
He directly pushed Lin Tingwan, who was trying to escape, to Song Qingchao’s side, then stood behind them.
Song Qingchao, as the person involved, felt like she was in a debate with scholars when she was squeezed on her left side, then on her right.
On such a large piece of land, was there no room to stand that they had to bump into her?
However, she didn’t have time to deal with these two.
She held in her hands a two-part contract for the purchase of medicinal materials and was about to shove it into the face of Old Master Chang, who was lying on a stretcher.
“Look, you yourself pressed your thumbprint on it. Now you’re relying on your age and acting old. Are you living too long and your brain is not clear?”
Old Master Chang was so angry he was about to sit up from the stretcher, but he still groaned and refused to get up.
He would rely on his age and act old.
Because they were at the entrance of the mountain, the commotion from the Chang family was quite loud.
Some people with mild illnesses, whose residences were close to the gate, were all leaning over the wall to watch the spectacle.
Song Qingchao handed the contract in her hand to Zhou Zhengxi. “Go, show this to the people on the wall, and hand out some sunflower seeds to each of them.”
Zhou Zhengxi nodded; there were indeed sunflower seeds.
Song Qingchao leaned slightly and looked at Old Master Chang’s liver-colored face. “Mr. Bai, what do you think is wrong with Old Master Chang? His complexion doesn’t look right to me.”
Bai Youan cooperated. “He’s overcome with anger, but it’s not a big problem.”
Song Qingchao frowned. “That won’t do, this is a big problem!”
She quickly directed the people being held down by her guards. “Hurry and carry your old master back. If he passes away at the temple gate, they’ll extort more from me.”
Old Master Chang coughed violently in anger, then half-propped himself up. “You little girl, don’t go too far! You talk about this contract, fine, I admit it, but I haven’t seen the money you mentioned!”
“You haven’t seen it?” Song Qingchao asked, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, then asked with feigned concern, “Did you look properly in the pigsty? I remember you said you were going to feed the pigs back then. Did you perhaps fall into the pigsty and lose the silver?”
“You, you!”
Old Master Chang coughed again in anger, pointing at Song Qingchao, unable to speak.
Song Qingchao was not polite at all.
“If I may say, you should go back home and look in the pigsty. Perhaps it’s buried somewhere.”
As soon as she said this, the people on the wall, who had been given sunflower seeds, also started to laugh and jeer, urging Old Master Chang to go back and look in the pigsty.
Song Qingchao sighed.
“Zhengxi, take the brothers and escort Old Master Chang back for me. When people get old, they have bad memories, and I don’t trust the people around him.”
Zhou Zhengxi responded with a “Yes,” and then called for people to carry him away.
The young men who were unwilling to leave were silenced, knocked unconscious, and carried away by the Zhou brothers.
Song Qingchao nodded with satisfaction.
So useful.
She turned around and addressed the people on the wall. “Disperse now, be careful not to fall.”
She turned back and grabbed Lin Tingwan, who was trying to escape. “I didn’t tell you to leave.”
Lin Tingwan’s expression turned grim, and she tugged at Song Qingchao’s sleeve. “Can I not go?”
Song Qingchao directly grabbed her hand. “What? Are you trying to run away again?”