The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1067: Have I Offended You?

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1067: Have I Offended You?

"Could we really let the village gossip go on like this? That won’t do, right? Although they might not take it too seriously, why should they be the subject of ridicule? That’s not how the mistress of her house should act, right?"

"You all go back, I’m going to make a trip to Clan Chief Ya’s place," Lin Caisang said as she stood up from the chair.

Hearing this, Beidou glanced at Ya Enxi, raising an eyebrow.

...

Inside Clan Chief Ya’s home.

Old Yun had finished his business outside and returned.

It was after Old Yun came back that any trace of scheming in Clan Chief Ya’s heart disappeared without a trace.

Because Old Yun was much more formidable than Yun Mo and Yun Xiang. Should Clan Chief Ya harbor any slight intentions, they would be immediately seen through, followed by threats, and even more, harsh treatment from Old Yun, without the slightest courtesy.

Of course, Old Yun had his own way of disciplining people. He would damage the muscles and bones without breaking the skin, leaving Clan Chief Ya unable to even seek sympathy from outsiders.

And indeed, he didn’t dare to so much as furrow Old Yun’s brow; he could only silently endure everything, daring to do nothing at all.

At this moment, Clan Chief Ya was in the courtyard waiting for his meal, one hand suspended in front of his chest with a wooden board tied to it, obviously injured. His complexion was also deathly pale.

When he looked up and saw Lin Caisang walking straight into the courtyard from outside, he was so startled that his whole being faltered.

"You, you... Lin Caisang, what are you doing here again?"

He stood up and stammered the question to Lin Caisang.

His family was not welcoming to Lin Caisang at all. If it weren’t for her, how could his family be in such a miserable state?

In this household, he didn’t even have the freedom to speak his mind. Those from the Yun clan watched him like tigers ready to pounce.

Now, even his grandson would side with those bearing the Yun surname at a moment’s notice, offering nothing but words of reproach toward him, not a single kind word.

And all this was because of Lin Caisang!

How he wanted to strangle her at this moment, yet he couldn’t lay a finger on her!

"I’m definitely not here to see you," she said curtly.

Lin Caisang glanced at him indifferently and, turning around, went to another place.

There, Old Yun was sitting, watching everything in the courtyard. Upon seeing her approach, he quickly stood up.

"Miss Lin, you’ve arrived."

"Yes," Lin Caisang replied with a simple nod.

"Uncle Yun, leave this place to Yun Mo and the others, and come with me to a certain place."

"Yes."

Old Yun didn’t ask where they were going but just nodded his head.

Lin Caisang was his master, and he naturally complied with whatever she said.

...

At Ms. Ding’s home.

Ms. Ding, who was cooking in the kitchen, was dragged out, and her family was tossed into the main room. Additionally, the pressure points of several other people were sealed, leaving only Ms. Ding able to speak.

She had just managed to let out a sound when Old Yun gave her a merciless slap across the face, causing it to swell with blood.

"Ms. Ding, if you dare to scream and shout, I’ll have him cut off your tongue and throw it into the mountains to feed the wolves!" Lin Caisang’s chilling voice rang in her ear.

After that, she didn’t dare make a sound, not wanting to draw others’ attention. All she could do was swallow her saliva and look at Lin Caisang, who had arrived with Old Yun.

After a long while, she looked at Lin Caisang fearfully and, trembling, mustered the courage to speak.

"Sangsang... what... what are you planning to do? Aunt Ding hasn’t... hasn’t offended you, has she?"

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