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"Having you in Ten Li Pu is truly a blessing, Five Grains. You must take good care of this Girl from now on." The old man with completely white hair could be considered the Old Immortal of the Village.
Given his seniority, even Zhang Wuliang should call him grandfather. He is highly respected, and his words serve as a strong guarantee for Liu Qingxi, earning the recognition of the Village elder. The rest are juniors and naturally dare not question the elder's decision.
Zhang Wuliang quickly got off the Ox Cart and respectfully approached, supporting the trembling old man. "Great-Grandfather, don’t worry, I will definitely take good care of Qingxi. She has done great things for our Village."
"That's good. I’ve watched you grow up; you won’t go wrong. Alright, you all go about your business; I should head back now."
The old man's back was hunched, and his steps were unsteady, his face resembling dry tree bark yet radiating an exceptionally peaceful glow.
"Oh my, Ten Li Pu is getting better and better. It’s not easy to witness this; if I die now, I can at least explain it to the Ancestral Spirits," the old man muttered as he walked.
Villagers automatically cleared a path wherever he went. Zhang Wuliang bent down, carefully supporting him. "Great-Grandfather, take your time; watch your step."
"It’s fine, it’s fine; I’m not that old yet." Great-Grandfather shook off Zhang Wuliang's support and slowly walked forward with his cane.
He rarely went out these days; after all, he was getting older. No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, his health no longer allowed him to venture out without exhausting himself.
Once Great-Grandfather returned home, the atmosphere became lively again. The villagers held great respect for this esteemed elder.
"Alright, alright, the big Kid should disperse now. Don’t forget that each family should send one person to my house for a meeting; we need to discuss the regulations," Zhang Wuliang led the caravan onward.
Although there were still many people on both sides of the road, having passed through the earlier excitement, they would no longer block the way.
Today’s Ten Li Pu was destined to be bustling; it concerned their own interests—how could they not be proactive?
As for Liu Qingxi, she undoubtedly played a role in this event as a contributor, but her efforts would not go to waste.
Half an hour later, at Zhang Wuliang's home, a group of men sat upright with their own stools, while Zhang Wuliang took his seat at the head.
"Ahem, I believe everyone knows that Qingxi spent money to buy these Ox Carts for the convenience of our Kid. After all, she's just a Young Lady who doesn't farm; what does she need so many oxen for?"
"I trust our Kid can understand this. Now, the question arises: since she paid for the oxen, we can't let her, a young girl, be responsible for cutting grass to feed them, can we?"
The crowd responded in unison, "Of course not!"
"Don't worry, Village Chief. We'll take care of it and ensure they are well-fed and strong without Miss Liu having to lift a finger."
Zhang Wuliang spoke the truth; Liu Qingxi was indeed not doing this for herself.
Next came the discussion on how to raise the oxen and what kind of regulations to establish for the most reasonable approach.
Meanwhile, at another location,
Yang Yichen blocked the servants who intended to enter. Yang Bingshan ordered his men to bind Liang Mei'er and Yang Butler.
After that, only four people remained in the room. Yang Bingshan was unclear about his feelings but felt a genuine pain that was as dull as being cut by a knife.
After a furious outburst, he collapsed to the ground in despair. Through Liang Mei'er's exposed body, he seemed to see his youthful days; the woman's voice and laughter still echoed in his mind.
But now? When did it start that women became less innocent and began calculating every step? When did she start secretly draining their family's wealth?
In an instant, his mind went blank, caught in a dizzy state filled with disappointment, pain, and heartache.
A blatant green hat rested atop his head; yet that wasn't even the main issue—the main issue was the shop.
Oh! Right, and the Yang Family's Estate. How did Liang Mei'er manage to take it away? This was impossible; how could a woman confined to the inner chambers possess such financial power to directly buy multiple shops under his name? It couldn't be!
He suddenly stood up frantically and rushed to Liang Mei'er's vanity, opening a hidden compartment from the side. Doubts that had lingered in his mind vanished as he could no longer move. The facts spoke louder than words; the property deeds stamped with official red seals were the most compelling evidence.
At that moment, Yang Bingshan's world collapsed.
Why? Why did you betray me? He wanted to ask, but those two short sentences stuck in his throat and would not come out.
Yang Yichen stood like an outsider, observing the different expressions on the faces of the three people, trying to deduce what was going on in Yang Bingshan's mind.
Indeed, this was the feeling of being in hell. Yang Bingshan had never felt so destitute in his life; he had once been so full of spirit and confidence.
Surrounded by beautiful women of all ages, none could resist his charm.
But now? Yang Bingshan felt like a joke—yes, a complete joke. He didn't know how many years he had worn this green hat, and he had genuinely handed over the power to govern the central authority.
Now that things had escalated, it was he who had pushed himself step by step into the abyss, and this was something he could not accept.
The color drained from his face little by little, and the fresh blood he had suddenly coughed up made him feel dizzy.
Suddenly, he collapsed to the ground, while the bound Yang Butler revealed a faintly elusive smile at the corner of his lips.
The doctor was quickly summoned; the reason was obvious without needing a diagnosis—sudden shock and anger had caused him to faint.
"Old Man, take a few doses of medicine and drink them; you must not be stimulated again."
The Old Doctor's earnest advice left him puzzled about what could cause Yang Bingshan's pulse to be so chaotic. If it weren't for the fact that there were no significant issues with other parts of his body, the Old Doctor would find it hard to accept.
Yang Yichen gently escorted the visitor out, saying, "Thank you, Doctor. You've worked hard."
"You don't need to be so polite, Yang the Scholar. This is what I should do," the Old Doctor replied as he slowly left with his medicine box.
Liang Mei'er and Yang Butler were still tied together as before, exposed and vulnerable.
Yang Yichen watched the chaotic scene with a sense of amusement. Facing someone like Yang Bingshan seemed to bring him no sense of satisfaction or revenge; instead, he felt unusually calm.
This made it clear that he had long since lost any love or hatred for this father figure. He felt no different from a stranger.
"You handle things here; I'm leaving!" With that, Yang Yichen turned to go. He looked at the couple and genuinely felt disgusted.
After all, the evidence was right in front of Yang Bingshan—caught in the act with undeniable proof. What was there left to doubt?
The once proud patriarch of the Yang Family suddenly lost his sense of superiority. Based on Yang Yichen's understanding of this nominal father, Liang Mei'er and Yang Butler would undoubtedly face dire consequences.
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