The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 160 Song Qinghuan 1

Wen Li hugged the Second Master and said angrily, "You ran off without even saying goodbye, are you looking for a beating?"

Wen Li said this, but her gaze fell on the Second Master in her arms, and she gently rubbed his head.

The dog was in her arms, baring its teeth and wagging its tail, looking very happy.

A head appeared in front of her; a tall, handsome young man squatted down and looked up at her.

"I also want."

Wen Li laughed out loud, feigning ignorance, "What do you want?"

"Shen Xianzhi also wanted A-Li's comfort."

"I'm not afraid of messing up my hair."

"Not afraid."

"OK then."

Wen Li bent down slightly and gently stroked his head. She smiled, and he smiled too.

"Why are you here? You've been busy until now, why don't you go and rest?"

Hearing her say that, Shen Yingsi suddenly stood up, hugged her in his arms, and said aggrievedly, "Ali, I'm so tired."

Second Master squeezed his head out from the middle, looking at this and that, quite pleased with himself.

Hearing his tired voice, Wen Li hugged him tightly and patted his back gently.

"Thank you, my savior."

Wen Li knew very well that Shen Yingsi didn't want to get involved in those matters at all. The reason he was wearing the mask of a savior and handling these things here was only for her sake.

This time, Ying Si also brought news of Aunt Song to Shenyang.

Aunt Song, whose real name is Song Qinghuan, grew up in Jinyou Valley of Yanqi Kingdom. She originally had two older brothers, but one died in childhood and the other was killed by a monster in an accident. From then on, Song Qinghuan became the only daughter in the family and the only support for the elderly couple in the Song family.

After their son died, the elderly couple couldn't bear to see their youngest daughter get married, so they took her to the valley outside and bought a child husband for her.

The famous young master of the Jiang family was that child groom.

The message Shen Yingsi gave her clearly detailed when Jiang Yanqing was brought back to the valley, when she suddenly left, and the situation of the Jiang family at that time.

Inside the house, Second Master was perched on Shen Yingsi's shoulder, the two of them staring longingly at Wen Li.

Looking at the pile of letters and the message Shen Yingsi had given her, Wen Li asked, "When did you find out about all this?"

Shen Yingsi obediently replied, "Someone of her unknown identity would definitely be investigated if she stayed by my side. Who knows if she's an assassin sent from somewhere. I'm just asking them to investigate more thoroughly."

Wen Li nodded and continued flipping through the papers in her hand.

Shen Yingsi took the letter from Wen Li's hand. The two looked at each other and then worked together to match every part of the paper with the letters left by Aunt Song, trying to piece together the complete story.

*

In the twenty-third year, Song Nan, I can't find you. —Song Qinghuan

A few days ago, Song Xiaoya overheard someone suggesting to her father that they go to the county to buy a boy.

"Think about it, brother. Your daughter is practically an old child now. You and your wife can't possibly have a little brother. If you buy a boy, raise him yourself, and he marries your daughter in the future, wouldn't the children he has be from your Song family?"

Mr. Song had some reservations and did not agree immediately.

Song Xiaoya stayed in the room without making a sound.

Two days later, for some reason, the news that she was looking for a childhood sweetheart spread among her playmates.

"Little girl, are you unable to get married? Otherwise, why would your father buy a wild child to be your husband?"

"Little girl, I've heard there are a lot of wild children out there, many of them ugly and dirty. How could you choose such a husband?"

“My mother said that those people were originally beggars on the street. They not only beat people but also steal things. You have to be careful in the future.”

"These little beggars who have lost their parents have been wandering the streets for who knows how long. Many of them have voluntarily followed human traffickers. They will do anything to get enough to eat."

Such remarks made Song Xiaoya feel uneasy. She automatically imagined a dirty little beggar with a runny nose.

She was a little scared, but when her father asked her, she nodded.

She had no right to oppose the adults' decisions; her brother was gone, and she had to be more obedient.

When her father saw that she had agreed, he was so happy that he allowed her to personally choose a child husband she liked from the traffickers.

Before she left, her father repeatedly told her, "Girl, you have to choose a strong man, someone who is easy to raise and can support our family in the future."

"By the way, you have to pick an honest one, and not one that was abducted by human traffickers. You have to pick one that went to human traffickers on its own. That kind of person won't run away. Give him a couple of bites of food and he'll be devoted to you. It's best if he's older, so your family can support him for a couple less years."

"You'd better keep a close eye on him. You have to make him like you and willingly become my Song family's son-in-law. It's not that your father doesn't love you, girl, but in such a chaotic world, the family needs a man who can handle things."

"I spent two taels of silver this time, so you'd better keep a close eye on him."

……

Her father kept nagging along the way, and she followed him for a whole day to reach the county.

Song Xiaoya had never bought anything in the county before, but she never expected that on her first visit, she would buy her childhood sweetheart.

The father was haggling with the shopkeeper in front, while she stared through the cage at a group of emaciated, poorly clothed children inside.

They were all about the same age as her; some clung to the cage, pleadingly looking at her, some sat numbly on the ground, and some were still crying in fear and anxiety...

This street is bustling; cages are right next to cages, and there are vendors selling dogs, rabbits, horses...

Song Xiaoya preferred the dog in the cage next to the people in the cage. Her family used to have two dogs, but one was eaten and the other disappeared.

"Come on, girl, pick one."

Her father pushed her forward, pointing to a few tall boys he was quite satisfied with.

"This one, this one, and this one all look good."

The boy who was chosen clung to the cage, desperately trying to volunteer, his yellow teeth making Song Xiaoya involuntarily back away.

At that moment, another trafficker threw a boy, even smaller than her, to the ground and was about to beat him with a stick.

"Run! Run! Run! I'll break your legs!"

Someone warned, "Be careful, this kid's got some skills."

"Don't worry, I'm a demon hunter, what am I afraid of... sigh..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person on the ground grabbed his leg and knocked him down.

Several burly men quickly surrounded him. It was astonishing that a skinny little boy could fight against several burly men who had been practicing martial arts for many years.

The skinny boy remained silent, simply fighting back in silence.

Both sides were fighting fiercely when a burly man grabbed a sword and impulsively stabbed the boy in the thigh.

The boy was finally subdued, and the man stepped on him, saying regretfully, "Although he's mute, he's so talented. I thought he could fetch a good price. What a pity now."

The boy's face was dirty. Song Xiaoya didn't know what he looked like. He was like the other children in the cage, barely clothed and filthy.

She hid behind her father, a little scared, but peeked out furtively to observe him. The boy seemed to sense her gaze, tilted his head to look at her, revealing his clenched, very white teeth.

"Girl, have you made your choice yet?"

Song Xiaoya hesitated for a moment, then looked at the dirty children, pointed to the dying boy on the ground, and said firmly, "He, I want him."

The shop owner was quite surprised: "This guy is mute, and if you sell him now, I won't take care of his leg."

"Girl, change it."

Song Xiaoya hesitated a little, but the boy looked up at her with bright eyes, like the little dog at home that had been killed and eaten.

Song Xiaoya tilted her head back and defied her father for the first time: "Dad, he's very capable. Once his leg heals, he can do a lot of work and protect us."

Upon hearing this, Song's father was somewhat tempted, after all, he had personally witnessed that the boy's skills were indeed quite impressive.

Seeing that he was interested, the shopkeeper said, "This kid has a great talent for cultivating immortality. I've never seen a child more capable than him. He probably learned some skills from his family before. Once his leg heals, he'll be worth at least 20 taels!"

They originally wanted to sell him for a good price, but this kid can come four or five times a day and has injured quite a few of their people! It's better to sell him sooner rather than later.

After a brief argument, Song's father bought the good son-in-law for five taels of silver.