Lan Yan stood in the center, preventing people from the two pavilions from making a move. She shouted, "Everyone, listen to me. This chicken originally came from the mountain. How about we have it for our midday meal today?"
People from the Flower Pavilion snorted, "They're getting off easy."
Assassins from the Killer Pavilion also grumbled, "Listen to what they're saying, as if our pavilion mistreated them. If it weren't for us, your Flower Pavilion would have long been ruins."
"Without the people from our Flower Pavilion guarding, how would the people from your Killer Pavilion have escaped!"
The two sides argued more fiercely, drawing in others around them, turning into a shouting match between two factions.
Lan Yan was left feeling helpless, clutching her forehead.
Seeing this, Jun Yelan stepped forward to shield Lan Yan, raising the sword in his hand, and said coldly, "Silence, everyone listen to Lan Yan."
He then looked at Lan Yan, "Yan'er, you do whatever you need to do. Anyone who offends you, I won't let any of them go." He cast a cold gaze over the surrounding people, firmly protecting Lan Yan.
Under Jun Yelan's deterrence, the people from the two pavilions dared not draw their swords, but they were still unwilling to yield in their words.
Lan Yan smiled at Jun Yelan, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
She then moved a small stool and sat in the middle, shouting, "Fine, today I'll let you all have your fill of arguing. If you want to fight, go fight on the side. I want to see if you still intend to live your lives!"
As soon as she said this, the people from the two pavilions fell silent, thinking back to the past. When had they ever had such peaceful days? They had to go out on missions every day, leaving no time to converse with others.
Moreover, they couldn't trust anyone, treating everyone as an enemy.
Seeing that she had their attention, Lan Yan continued, "Everyone, I know you all have your concerns, but for the sake of fleeing together, give each other a chance."
"I'm not asking you to become friends, but at least not enemies. Also, from now on, if you want to argue, argue. Don't resort to swords and blades; there are children here."
The people from the two pavilions looked at each other, and then all lowered their heads and said, "Sorry."
Lan Yan immediately curved her lips and pulled the two people who were arguing together, "Alright, I'll stew the chicken at noon. After eating, you can all go about your own business."
With so many new people in the village, nothing was enough, and proper planning was needed.
Jun Yelan looked at the people from the Killer Pavilion, "Since Yan'er has spoken, if you still don't agree, then go for training." He couldn't manage the Flower Pavilion, but he could manage the Killer Pavilion.
The people from the Killer Pavilion naturally agreed, not wanting to live the way they used to.
Ruoniang also stepped forward and called out, "The people from the Flower Pavilion are no less capable than the Killer Pavilion, and they also agree." She even wished Lan Yan could be the pavilion master, but she knew Lan Yan would surely refuse.
No, even so, she would have to get Lan Yan to help her in the future.
Lan Yan felt a chill down her spine as Ruoniang stared at her, but she still looked at Jun Yelan. "Yelan, let's go to the kitchen to cook."
"Alright." Jun Yelan took Lan Yan's hand, his demeanor with his subordinates a complete contrast to his current actions.
As Lan Yan and Jun Yelan left, the others also dispersed.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Lan Yan looked at the mess everywhere, and her head began to ache. She had forgotten what these people usually did; they didn't know how to cook or do farm work.
She rolled up her sleeves and called out, "A few people who like to cook, who have cooked before, come to the kitchen."
A few people from each pavilion stepped forward and stood before Lan Yan.
"You two will be responsible for preparing the vegetables, the two next to you for cutting them, and the rest will assist me." Lan Yan looked at the others, "You go and clean up the village, choose where you want to live, and remember not to fight."
The people from the Killer Pavilion dared not disobey after a single glance from Jun Yelan. The people from the Flower Pavilion knew Lan Yan and were willing to obey.
Lan Yan was still uneasy, "Yelan, Ruoniang, you go supervise. Leave this place to me."
Jun Yelan had wanted to stay, but not wanting Lan Yan to worry, he went to find the people from the Killer Pavilion.
Ruoniang did the same.
Thus, Lan Yan led the people in the kitchen to cook, teaching them her skills, "It will be your turn to cook tonight." Now was a time of rebuilding, which was why she was organizing everyone. Later, they would all be busy with their own tasks.
Seeing that the kitchen was almost ready, she went to find the others.
Passing by a dilapidated house nearby, she saw that the people there were not doing anything and called out, "First, move out the things inside, then repair the roof and walls, and it will be habitable."
She walked further ahead and saw someone drawing water, calling out, "Wait, pull the rope tight, or the bucket will fall in."
"Oh dear, that's the vegetable patch, you can't just step on it or pick from it."
"My dear lady, you need a hoe to dig the ground, this is how it's used." She stepped forward and taught her hand-to-hand.
After walking around, she was so tired she was gasping for breath. A kettle appeared before her, and she took it, saying, "Thank you." She turned her head and shouted, "Yelan!"
Jun Yelan looked at Lan Yan with concern, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from her brow, saying, "Yan'er, whatever else needs to be done, leave it to me. I have already settled them."
"Okay, I'll rest for a bit." Lan Yan sat down and told Jun Yelan everything she needed to pay attention to. "That should be all for now. I'll tell you more if I think of anything else."
Jun Yelan listened attentively, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his lips. "Yan'er, you are really suited for this place, would you like to be the village chief?"
"Forget it, it's too tiring. I prefer a life of eating and drinking." Lan Yan drank her water and smiled.
Jun Yelan reached out and ruffled Lan Yan's hair, smiling, "Good, leave the other matters to me." He knew Lan Yan was a worrier, so he wanted to help her as much as he could.
He stood up, swept Lan Yan into his arms, startling her. "I'll take you back first, then I'll handle the rest."
Lan Yan's face turned red. With so many people around, she buried her face in Jun Yelan's chest. She was carried back, while Jun Yelan went out to work.
She rested for the entire afternoon, and it wasn't until nightfall that Jun Yelan returned.
Jun Yelan walked in carrying a bowl of chicken soup and smiled, "Yan'er, have some food first. I've already handled everything."
Lan Yan couldn't help but smile, wrapping her arms around Jun Yelan's neck and praising him, "My Yelan is so capable. With you here, I have a hundred percent peace of mind."
Whatever she said, Jun Yelan could accomplish.
Looking at the very close Lan Yan, Jun Yelan's ears turned crimson, hiding the desire in his eyes. He nodded and put down the chicken soup, "Yan'er, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
"No rush." Lan Yan hugged Jun Yelan, lightly placed a kiss on his cheek, then quickly moved away and sat down to drink the soup.
A smile played on her lips as she looked down at her soup, her chest still pounding.
Jun Yelan remained frozen on the spot, touching the spot on his cheek, and curved his lips. This was Lan Yan who had provoked him first.
He watched Lan Yan drink her soup, his gaze gradually turning ardent. After the soup bowl was empty, he swept Lan Yan into his arms and onto the bed.
The bed curtains were drawn, and only the candlelight on the table continued to flicker.