After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Chapter 41

Once upon a time, there was a mountain called Qingyuan Mountain.

Inside the mountain, there was a temple called Qingyuan Temple.

Within the temple, there was a yellow wall, adorned with vibrant colors.

The ancient temple's yellow wall was adorned with embroidered shoes embedded with pearls, strolling beneath it.

She walked slowly, as if she embodied the essence of time.

When the sunlight reached the horizon, it transformed into a radiant glow, making the yellow wall even more resplendent.

She rarely asked for anything, but today she suddenly requested her grandmother to come to Qingyuan Temple and pay respects to the Buddha.

She seemed to have a premonition that she would encounter someone important here.

She prayed to the Buddha while waiting for that person.

It was an indescribable feeling.

As if it were a significant encounter, a pivotal moment.

Therefore, she never lingered on her journey, fearing she might miss it.

She only felt at ease when she arrived at Qingyuan Temple.

Casually strolling beneath the wall, step by step, her embroidered shoes were stained with a little mud, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

...

Jiang Yu's embroidered shoes were stained with blood.

Her heart ached, and she burst into tears even louder.

Jiang Mianmian was carefully nestled in her sister's arms, behaving obediently and not daring to make any trouble.

She vowed never to replace her sister's secret savings with stones again.

The other young boys felt a pang in their hearts as they watched.

The dog whimpered on the side. He missed his little sister. She was so young and had disappeared without a trace.

Their father had gone to work on a ship, hoping to find her, but he ended up drowning.

Their mother fell ill and passed away, constantly uttering their sister's name, Ah Fu, Ah Fu.

The young girl cried loudly, but she also kicked with great force.

The square-faced young man on horseback thought to himself that if he had saved this girl, he wouldn't need to trouble Brother He.

This girl wouldn't take a beating without uttering a word; she would fight back.

Even if it meant getting injured and bleeding.

If you hit her, she would at least bite you.

She was as tenacious as a little wolf-dog.

He wanted to save her.

The other young man on horseback trembled uncomfortably. This countryside girl was too fierce, quite intimidating...

After kicking the peddler, her foot hurt.

Jiang Yu wiped away her tears with her sleeve and looked up at the tall young man, saying, "These people are with my brother who came to rescue us. We were kidnapped. I beg you, sir, to help us report to the authorities. My brother and the others are injured. Can you take us back together?"

For some reason, the fierce little girl with a red nose from crying had just spoken to him, and now the square-faced young man's face turned red.

"Yes, yes, my family's guards are right behind. They will be here soon. We will go into the city together, and I will report to the authorities. Miss, you don't need to go to the yamen (government office). I will arrange for someone to escort you home first."

Jiang Mianmian, in her sister's embrace, also saw the square-faced young man on horseback.

She thought to herself, "This person is really good."

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng, whose hand remained uninjured, kept holding onto his spear.

His gaze pierced through the elegantly dressed young man, always focused on the dense forest.

Within the dense forest, the trees were lush, thick, and cast a shadowy green hue.

The birds did not fly.

The cicadas continued to chirp.

Elder Brother Hu and the others were inside.

Jiang Feng's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the spear, feeling a bit weak.

Cui slowly regained consciousness after being doused with water. As she looked around, she saw the pool of blood, Jiang Ge, and Jiang Yu. Overwhelmed, she felt weak and fainted again.

Jiang Yu held his sister tightly in his arms and clasped his fists in gratitude to the square-faced young man on horseback, saying, "Thank you, young hero, for saving our lives. I have no way to repay your kindness except to offer myself to you!"

The square-faced young man blushed under the glow of the setting sun.

Jiang Mianmian, with a bewildered expression, wondered what kind of scene this was. Had she heard too many lines from stage plays?

Jiang Feng, his face covered in blood, wanted to knock some sense into Jiang Xiaoyu's head. What a foolish person! Those lines are only meant to be heard in stage plays. Who actually does such things?

He tugged at his sister's hand.

Cui, who had been "frightened unconscious" in the basket, almost opened her eyes. Jiang Yu was so impressive.

The other young man on horseback rolled his eyes, thinking, "Here we go again... Is he trying to get in on this?"

Meng Shaoxia, with his trustworthy square face, had encountered several waves of people wanting to repay him along the way. Frightened, he had been running the whole time.

Jiang Yu pushed her brother, who was holding her hand, forward and said, "But I don't know anything. I'm lazy and useless. My parents couldn't bear to part with me. They wouldn't even let me become a maid in the house of the master in the capital. So, I'll give you my brother instead. My brother speaks well, works hard, and is efficient. Everyone likes him."

Jiang Yu's round face was sincere, with tears still glistening in her eyes and fresh blood stains on her shoes. The little doll in her arms played with her fingers.

She saw that this square-faced person was a wealthy and good-hearted individual. Her brother spent his days wandering the streets, so it would be better to follow this person. Perhaps they could make something of themselves. The old saying goes, "Eat shit if you follow a dog, eat meat if you follow a wolf."

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, the other wayward individuals felt envious. They envied Jiang Ge for having such a good sister. Given the opportunity, they all wanted to be associated with him. For them, being with a young master who had a BMW and a precious sword was definitely better than aimlessly wandering the streets.

They couldn't even match up to a bandit with an axe.

Jiang Feng held his foolish sister's hand tightly and looked up, his eyes inexplicably moist.

He was afraid that if he didn't look up, tears would fall.

The square-faced young man dismounted and his face was no longer as red. He politely said, "You were already saving yourselves, I didn't do much, just a small effort. No need to thank me."

As he surveyed the scene, he saw that the round-faced girl's brother was covered in blood, his spear also stained with blood. The two strong beggars lying on the ground had holes in their bodies, and the other young men were injured to varying degrees.

Although the girl's brother had a scar on his forehead, it didn't detract from his appearance. Despite being covered in blood, his eyes were clear, and he exuded a righteous aura.

He had the air of a chivalrous hero who could kill someone from ten steps away but chose not to. The square-faced young man greatly admired him.

He respectfully clasped his fists at the round-faced girl's brother and said, "I am Meng Shaoxia from the Meng family in the capital. My flaws don't overshadow your brilliance. Your skills are exceptional, and given time, you are destined for great achievements."

The other young man on horseback saw that Meng Shaoxia, despite being from a noble family and having an overly kind heart, had excellent judgment. Throughout the journey, he had been keen in his observations.

As Meng Xiong spoke, Jiang Feng realized that the scene before him seemed to be the work of the girl's older brother. Without his presence, it would have been impossible to achieve this without any guards.

Jiang Feng also dismounted and clasped his fists in a gesture of respect. "I am He Chen of the He family from Qingzhou."

Both of them introduced themselves.

They were both prominent families of the time.

But these rowdy fellows from the countryside didn't understand the customs.

Jiang Yu didn't understand, and Jiang Mianmian understood even less. She just thought it was cool to introduce herself this way.

"Yi ya ya ya" (I am Jiang Mianmian~~baa), she shouted loudly.

The peddler couple lying on the ground couldn't speak because of the pain.

Why did they have to exchange greetings? Shouldn't they report to the authorities? It hurts so much.

And Jiang Feng, from childhood to adulthood, rarely had anyone treat him with such seriousness and greet him respectfully.

He also clasped his fists and said, "I am Jiang Feng from Qingyuan Mountain."

He Chen burst into laughter.

Meng Shaoxia also laughed. "Today, you take the name Qingyuan Mountain, and in the future, Qingyuan Mountain will be honored because of you."

Jiang Feng also laughed, his face splattered with blood, unable to hide his dimples.

His arm didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.

Jiang Feng thought to himself that this square-faced young man spoke even better than him.

He Chen, a member of the long-standing He family in Qingzhou, also laughed and said, "We were originally heading to Qingyuan Temple, but since we've encountered Jiang Feng of Qingyuan Mountain, we've found a destined person. Let's go, we'll enter the city and have a drink."

Jiang Yu pursed her lips, not understanding what these people were saying. Did the square-faced young man agree or not? She was anxious!

Jiang Mianmian stared at her sister Jiang Yu with wide eyes, feeling that her sister's brain was quite useful at times, and she wasn't socially awkward at all.

As they conversed, the sound of horse hooves grew louder.

The escorts of the two young men on their precious horses followed behind.

The leading escort shouted, "Young masters, young masters, Qingyuan Temple is right ahead. We took the wrong road."

"We're not going there anymore. We're entering the city."

The setting sun shone upon the group as they headed back.

The rowdy fellows rode horses for the first time, twisting their buttocks and carrying various injuries, but they couldn't suppress their smiles on their faces.

Receiving praise for doing a good deed for the first time, the young masters commended them.

They had forgotten that they had come to rob...

The dense forest behind them remained quiet.

When the bend was about to obscure the view of the dense forest, Jiang Feng turned his head and saw a person's face in the forest, revealing a smile and gesturing a swing of a giant axe across his neck.

Jiang Feng rode his horse and shouted loudly into the open valley, "I am Jiang Rong of Qingyuan Mountain!"