"It's best if everyone knows and sees." Song Chuyi smiled, somewhat like the little fox that Zhang Shu had brought back home a few days ago, with curved eyebrows and eyes, tilting her head to look at Xu Yiniang: "Anyway, as long as there are enough people and it's loud enough, we can bring back as many things as possible."

  It was unclear when it started, but Song Chuyi's words were basically never wrong. Although Xu Ayi still had some doubts, she didn't have any opposing thoughts and pursed her lips to go find Zhang Shu to discuss with him.

  Auntie Xu is reliable in handling matters, so Song Chuyi temporarily put this matter aside and focused on writing a letter with ink.

  What is Li doing in Beijing now?

  Is it that you have already received the news of the Tartar troops and are calmly waiting for your own death, or are you preparing to send someone to muddy the waters and see if you can't take advantage of the opportunity to die at the hands of the 'violent soldiers'?

  Li Ruyue has been operating in the imperial court for many years, and it's extremely easy to get some inside information out of her. I wonder if she'll reveal a little bit to her own daughter?

  She recalled Mrs. Li's malicious provocation, the intentional coldness and oppression during holidays, and also remembered Song Yan's hurtful eyes and awkward smile, her lips pursed tightly.

  The letter was finished, and she carefully checked it again and again before sealing it with wax.

  Qing Tao had already finished her errand and returned, bringing some anxiety to tell Song Chuyi that the hundred households had set out immediately to find Ye Jingchuan. Then she caught a glimpse of a letter in Song Chuyi's hand and asked in surprise: "Miss, are you going to send another letter back home?"

  No, of course not.

  She was going to deliver a letter home, but it wasn't to the Song's house, but rather to the Cui's house.

  Thinking of her grandparents, Song Chuyi's tense expression relaxed a bit, and she even smiled slightly: "No, this letter still needs to trouble your father."

  "My father?"

  Song Chuyi took a few steps forward, grasped Qingtao's hand, and said with sincerity and solemnity: "Qingtao, the people I can trust now are only Zhang Shu and your father. However, Zhang Shu is the head of the farm and cannot leave, so this matter can only be handled by your father."

  But now it's chaotic and lawless, you might run into Tartar bandits as soon as you step out the door.

  Qing Tao's face turned pale, and he looked at Song Chuyi in a state of great confusion, shaking his head: "Miss, I still have my grandmother, younger brother and sister, if something happens to my father, the family will be finished."

  "Don't worry." Song Chuyi stared into her eyes: "Since I'm going to call your father, of course, I won't let him come alone. I'll borrow ten soldiers from Ye Jingchuan for him and give him enough traveling expenses."

  If there were these soldiers accompanying me, it would be better. Qing Tao's face looked a bit better, but still hesitated: "But the current situation is not good, I don't mean to say I don't want to help you"

  "Wait until tonight is over before leaving." Song Chuyi patted her shoulder: "After tonight, all the Tartar bandits west of Tongzhou will be killed before leaving."

  Song Chuyi had already said as much, and Qing Tao understood that refusing again was no longer possible. She gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely, then asked Song Chuyi: "Do you want to send the letter to Jinzhong?"

  Song Chuyi nodded, her expression solemn: "This letter is extremely important, so it can't be lost. As long as your father handles this matter properly, the Cui family won't treat him unfairly, and neither will I."

  Qing Tao had already roughly guessed the contents of the letter and knew how important it was to Song Chuyi, so she solemnly replied: "Miss, don't worry, I will definitely ask Father to protect this letter with his life."

  Song Chuyi let out a sigh of relief, after all, no matter what she did, she couldn't force people to do things they didn't want to do. With Qing Tao stepping in to persuade, her parents would probably agree.

  At the right time, Xu Ayi led a large team of people to parade through the streets, and the last batch of large flatbed carts carrying boxes filled with gold, silver, and jewels was transported into the estate.

  The number of people suddenly decreased by half, but the gold and silver treasures increased a lot. It was obvious that they were placed on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered like fat meat. The guards in the Bo Mansion were worried.

  The last ray of sunset on the horizon disappeared, and the fiery clouds were gradually covered by dark clouds. The night curtain was slowly falling, not only making the guards patrolling in the mansion feel uneasy, but also making some of the soldiers surrounding the outside feel a little nervous.

  Xu's aunt sat with Song Chuyi in the main hall, her heartstrings tightly strung.

  "Extinguish the lights." With Song Chuyi's order, all the lanterns of various sizes hanging in the mansion went out, and only one candle was left lit in the hall. Under the dim candlelight, her expression at this moment could not be seen clearly.

  At the hour of Hai, an unusual commotion finally appeared outside.

  "Miss!" Xu Ayi immediately jumped up and grabbed Song Chuyi's hand: "You quickly go to the room to avoid for a while."

  Song Chuyi didn't flinch at all, and even let out a low, gentle laugh, which carried an air of composure and a hint of triumph.

  "Admiration, admiration." Ye Jingchuan led a few people out of the side hall, also bringing long-lost brightness - they all held bright torches in their hands.

  "Turn on the lights." Song Chuyi smiled leisurely, and after all the lights were turned on, she walked quickly to the window and pushed it open with a gentle touch.

  Dozens of Tartars who sneaked in from the back mountain are now rushing horizontally and vertically in the central granary where treasures are stored, trying to break out.

  Unfortunately, Ye Jingchuan brought enough people to surround them in a circle, and they were trapped in the center, like a desperate dog with nowhere to turn.

  Ye Jingchuan had unknowingly walked to her side to watch, his face showing a complex expression as he looked at this little girl. Suddenly, he let out a sigh: "If only you were a man..."

  The Tartar soldiers were still stronger than the soldiers of the Great Zhou, and their willpower was extremely strong. They formed a circle back to back, left and right, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou could not cope with them for a while.

  "These people are probably just here to cause trouble and loot." Song Chuyi looked at the scene before him, not turning his head as he said, "Obviously they're well-trained cavalry."

  Ye Jingchuan's whole body shook, and his gaze at Song Chuyi was even more shocked.

  After reacting, he realized that Song Chuyi's words were intentionally said to himself. He asked with a few points of guilt and confusion: "Is there a difference between the two?"

  "The commander of Zijing Pass would at least be accused of dereliction of duty, if not more serious." Song Chuyi looked at him thoughtfully: "If it's more serious, he might even be accused of colluding with the Tartars and having ulterior motives."

  This was also the reason why he had been thinking about not disturbing the upper level all along. Ye Jingchuan had already thoroughly conceded, and coughed uncomfortably: "Then in your opinion, if we want to escape this crime, is there a way?"

  He's not stupid either, although he may not be as clever as this little girl in front of him, but he can also hear the implication behind her words.