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On the other side, the village chief Huang Changqing, who had just returned from the town, learned about the Zhao family's troublemaking at the Wu family, and heard about County Magistrate Zhang's respectful attitude towards Wu Xu. He couldn't help but feel more reproachful for the reckless behavior of the third branch of the Zhao family.

He had long felt that the Wu family was unusual and seemed to have a close connection with the county magistrate.

At this moment, it seems that this is not just an ordinary relationship, but the existence of a background that is even more powerful than that of the county magistrate.

Thinking of this, Huang Changqing's heart tightened involuntarily, and his mind quickly recalled all the details of his dealings with the Wu family, fearing that he had inadvertently offended such a powerful person.

Just as I was daydreaming, an old woman's urgent voice suddenly came from the yard: "Chang Qing!"

As soon as Village Chief Huang heard it, he knew it was Old Lady Zhao who came to visit, and his brows furrowed. He originally planned to retreat into the inner room to avoid the attack, but Old Lady Zhao was very agile and pushed the door open before he could react, catching him off guard for a moment.

When Old Lady Zhao saw Huang Changqing, she immediately stepped forward and pulled him excitedly: "Changqing, you have to help me with this! You are the most capable, and you will definitely be able to find a way to rescue my three good-for-nothing sons."

Huang Changqing's face darkened, and he said earnestly, "Aunt, what your three nephews did was really dishonorable and violated the law. I am just a small village chief, how can I get them out of the county government?"

Old Lady Zhao begged again, "Auntie knows it will be difficult for you to go directly to the county government office. I want you to go and ask the Wu family to see if they can show some leniency. You are the village chief, and they are now residents of our Huangjia Village, so they should at least give you some face."

Huang Changqing sneered in his heart. The Wu family even respected the county magistrate a little bit. How could they be moved by the little face he could use?

He had a clear mind and knew his own weight.

"Aunt Zhao, the Wu family even has to give way to the county magistrate. They have extraordinary status and position, so what am I? I don't have any face to speak of. Aunt Zhao, to be honest, your three nephews really went too far this time. They kindly came to your door to give you money, but you became greedy and wanted to blackmail them. If you hadn't gone too far, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. I really can't control this matter, and I don't have the ability to intervene. Otherwise, you can go and plead with them in person, maybe they will soften their hearts and let your three nephews go."

Seeing that he kept making excuses, Old Lady Zhao knew that asking for help was hopeless, so she could only leave slowly in disappointment.

As the night deepened, the old woman's hunched figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a series of heavy footsteps.

Huang Changqing looked at the desolate and lonely figure, an indescribable sadness welled up in his chest, and he sighed deeply.

At this time, the village chief's wife came forward and whispered, "Aunt Zhao is usually a good person, how could she give birth to these three ignorant sons? They usually don't treat her well, and in the end, she, an old mother, had to run around to plead for them."

"Let's go back to the house. We really can't control this matter."

After Huang Changqing finished speaking, the village head's wife responded and closed the gate.

After leaving the village chief's house, Old Lady Zhao went straight to the Wu Mansion without hesitation.

She stood in front of the magnificent gate of the Wu Mansion, staring blankly at the silent vermilion door. She neither went forward to knock on the door nor called out loudly. Instead, she chose to kneel silently in front of the threshold, expressing her helplessness and prayers in the most ancient and simple way.

Yan Shisan, who was on night patrol, was shocked when he saw this and hurried back to the inner courtyard to report the situation.

"My Lord, Princess, there is an old woman kneeling outside the door."

Inside the room, Ran He held a white chess piece in his hand, which was suspended above the chessboard. After thinking for a moment, he gently put it down.

"Xichun, go and see what's going on outside."

Xichun took the order, stood up and walked out of the house.

Soon, the door of the mansion slowly opened, and Zhao, who was kneeling outside the door, slowly raised her head, with the last glimmer of hope in her eyes, greeting the upcoming unknown.

"Auntie, why are you kneeling in front of my door so late at night? Is there any difficulty?"

Xichun's voice was warm and caring.

Zhao's lips trembled slightly, and she finally mustered up the courage to speak: "I'm here to apologize for my three useless sons..."

"You stand up first. If you have anything to say, stand up and speak."

Xichun's tone was gentle and encouraging.

Seeing this, Xichun felt a surge of pity in her heart, and she stepped forward lightly, intending to gently put her arm around the thin shoulder and give this weathered old woman a little comfort.

However, her kindness was not accepted. A hint of stubbornness flashed in the old woman's eyes, and she waved her old hand gently, as if silently saying: "Although I am weak, I have my persistence."

Faced with this stubborn refusal, Xichun's brows were filled with helplessness.

She knows very well that for some things, the help of outsiders can only touch the surface, and the inner entanglements need to be resolved by herself.

So, she could only turn around slowly with full of worries and walk towards the winding path in the inner courtyard. Every step seemed to be filled with heavy thoughts.

In the inner courtyard, Ran He was playing chess with Nian Xia on the chessboard. The interweaving of black and white pieces revealed a contest of wisdom and strategy.

After hearing Xichun's narration, she gently put down the chess piece in her hand. Her movement was delicate and decisive, as if foreshadowing that a more complicated interpersonal game was about to begin.

Nian Xia, who was beside him, quickly captured the subtle changes in his master's emotions, quickly took out a soft cloak, and tied it for Ran He meticulously. Every movement revealed her meticulous care for her master.

The group walked towards the front yard at a brisk pace, with a subtle sense of tension in the air.

What comes into view is an old woman with silver hair, a hunched body and her knees deeply buried in the mud. It is a trace of the passage of time and also a manifestation of her unyielding will.

Her back looked particularly lonely in the sunset, as if she was an existence forgotten by time.

Zhao's voice was trembling, with a mixture of deep guilt and powerlessness: "Madam, I'm sorry for you. I'm deeply sorry for the trouble my useless sons have brought to you. I know that their behavior has far exceeded the scope of forgiveness, but as a mother, I can't help but plead for them, even if it's just a glimmer of hope..."

Ran He's gaze penetrated the superficial plea and went straight to the core of the problem.

Her voice was gentle yet dignified: "Aunt Zhao, I remember that you lived alone in that simple, drafty thatched house, not with your sons, right?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Zhao's face, followed by a helpless nod, as if the past that she didn't want to mention was uncovered again, and every moment of the memory was accompanied by pain.

"Your sons each have spacious houses, but you are left living alone outside. Why is that?"

There is exploration in Ran He's words. She wants to understand, and even more so, to reveal the injustices hidden in daily life.