period. Failure to do so will result in punishment for them.Once he was sure no one else was coming to deliver anything, the official waved his whip and drove everyone away.The eldest followed at the...The carriage top, warm as jade, was ripped off. The curtains vanished without a trace. He sat on the bare carriage, almost swept away like a person. Luckily, he had light kung fu skills.

"Master!"

A young servant hurriedly grabbed hold of Wen Ru Yu. Even then, his hair was blown into disarray, and he no longer resembled the gentle and refined gentleman he once was.

When Jiang Wan saw this, she almost burst into laughter. However, they didn't have time to dwell on it now; their most pressing concern was to get to the inn as quickly as possible.

Even so, Wen Ru Yu arrived at the inn before them. When Ren Bang and the others got there, almost all the private rooms were taken, and only large common sleeping areas remained.

But the ginger weavers were quite calm, after all, even on ordinary days these exiled people could only live in large dormitories.

Wen Ru Yu was nowhere to be seen, she had probably gone back to her room to freshen up. Jiang Wan and her group of people stood in the inn, filling the hall to the brim.

Ren Bangze stood at the door with an official, waiting. Not everyone heeded advice, especially the Song family elders.

Song Sanniang came in hurriedly with Song Yang, but the old Song family members were nowhere to be seen.

Ren Bang looked at Song San Niangzi, frowning and asking, "Where are your other family members"

"I don't know either, at the time I saw you guys walking so fast, so I ran a little faster. I have no idea what Mother and Second Brother and his wife are fussing about."

Song Sanniang pursed her lips and secretly glanced at Jiang Wan who was not far away. She thought to herself that she knew something was wrong.

Luckily, she was smart this time, or how could she possibly protect young Master Yang as a single woman

Unable to get an answer, Ren Bang could only let the two of them go in. He stuck his head out the inn's door and looked around.

The wind outside has grown stronger now, and things in the inn's courtyard are being blown about in the air.

The sky was filled with all sorts of things flying about, stones from the ground, tree branches broken by the wind, and even tiles from the inn...

"Thankfully, my sister-in-law is smart, or else we wouldn't know what was going on."

Looking out at the strange and chaotic things flying all over, Song Jiuli felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. She once again felt that following her sister-in-law was the wisest decision she had ever made.

"The Lao Song family probably didn't run away, did they"

Song Jiuchi's thoughts drifted far away, not because he was worried about the old Song family, but because they had run away and might even implicate them.

In this case, they can’t escape either.

Ginger shook her head. Outside, it was all wind and sand, and they couldn't see the road ahead. There was only this inn nearby, and they had nowhere else to run.

"Your sister-in-law is right, they're probably still struggling out there."

Song Jiubian narrowed his eyes, a chill passing through them. Just as everyone was discussing it, several people stumbled and ran over from a distance.

They are back!

Song Jiuli widened her eyes. Her feelings for Madam Song were complicated, but knowing the other woman's intentions, she could only force herself to be ruthless.

She dared not look outside, but Ginger was unconcerned. All she could see were several people from the Lao Song family supporting each other as they walked towards the inn.

Bang...

Suddenly, a gust of wind sent branches flying, striking the four of them. The group, who had been tightly holding onto each other, were knocked to the ground together.

"Mother, are you alright"

Song's wife was pressed at the bottom. Even though Song Lao Er was in pain all over, he still remembered to care about his mother.

“My leg…”

Song Laozi's eyes cleared for a moment, muttering in her mouth, " At this time, Song Erniang exclaimed.

The mother-in-law's leg was broken.

Yes, just now all of them were blown away and crashed onto Mrs. Song, her legs are almost deformed at this moment!

"Old Second, my legs hurt so much!"

Old Mrs. Song wailed, her voice small and weak. The wind howled around them, and Young Master Song didn't hear a thing.

"My husband, Mother can't walk anymore, what shall we do"

Song Erniang held onto Song Lao'er's arm tightly, and the whole family looked towards the inn not far away.

The wind and sand blurred their vision, they couldn't see very clearly, but they knew hope lay ahead.

Crackling...

Something kept getting blown away. Song Lao Er gritted his teeth and looked at Song Lao Po, who was holding down the bottom for them, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"Dad, if we don't leave now, we really won't be able to!"

Song Chen loudly reminded Song Er, his heart pounding with anxiety. He looked at Song's wife with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"My husband, your mother's illness has become like this, and it seems incurable. We can't blame ourselves for this. You still have to leave incense for our old Song family."

"Second brother, don't listen to this old woman. She's just a shrew! Remember, I am your dear aunt."

"I'm sorry, Mother."

Old Second's wife let go of the hand she had been gripping Old Woman Song's with. She tightly grabbed onto Old Second, and seeing this, Old Second quietly moved back a few steps, his hand loosening slightly.

Whew...

In the distance, ginger they only saw a gust of wind sweep past, as if someone had been blown into the air.

"My God!!! So scary, luckily we ran fast."

"Was that person blown away"

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"She's the mother-in-law!"

Song Sanniang's eyes widened in disbelief, a chill running from her toes to the top of her head.

That's Song Lao Er's mother! How could they just let their own mother get blown away!

If someone doesn't even care for their own daughter, how can you expect them to look after their nephew

Song Sanniang hugged Song Yang tightly, scaring Song Yang who cried out, "Grandma, Grandma..."

Ginger didn't really feel anything, after all, Mrs. Song wasn't a good person in her eyes, she was about the same as a stranger to her.

Instead, Song Jiuli's eyes were complex, a pang of bitterness flashing through her heart. Song Jichí and Song Jiuyuan looked indifferent.

Song Dajiao's face was full of relief, and she even chuckled lightly, "Justice prevails."

As they were talking, Lao Er's family arrived at the inn's doorstep with great difficulty. The few people stumbled and fell by the door.

"Mother, my mother!"

Old Second squeezed out a few drops of cat urine, looking quite serious. Old Second's wife, however, had blood all over her face, looking rather frightening.

Only Song Chen, after coming in, let out a breath of relief and leaned against the door, panting heavily.

"Alright, everyone, go get some rest."

Ren Bang glanced at them indifferently and wrote down Mrs. Song's name in his little notebook.

This time, it wasn't just Song's wife who went missing. Several other people also disappeared, and Ren Bang wrote down their names one by one.

We'll look again when the wind dies down. Whether it lives or dies is up to fate now.

It was still booming outside at night, and no one felt like making a good meal. They just ate whatever they could find, then went back to their communal dormitory to rest.

The wind outside kept blowing, Song Jiubian couldn't sleep at all. Jiang Wan could only sense entering the space to harvest a wave of crops.

It was probably in the middle of the night when the howling wind outside suddenly stopped, and all that could be heard in the large communal room was the long, drawn-out breathing of everyone present.

"Little fairy, has the typhoon stopped"

"Temporarily stopped!"

The little sprite happily told Ginger, but Ginger's next words almost made it crash.

"Just stop it, send me the address of the Sixth Prince's private garden, I'll go clean up his storeroom for him."

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