THE FIERCE FARM GIRL HAS A SECRET SPACE

Chapter 1605: Chapter 1605: Cousin Brother (5) While busy at home preparing delicious food for everyone, Yang Ruxin sneezed twice in a row. Her family thought she had caught a cold and forced her to drink a bowl of ginger sugar water. In truth, Yang Ruxin had a feeling-someone might be scheming against her. Her suspicion was confirmed when Du Juan returned and said, "I only heard that lady being called Alian." "Send someone to the Shu Region to investigate... investigate everything and everyone we can..." Yang Ruxin frowned.

She needed to figure out the other party's identity to speculate their intentions. Du Juan nodded. After a moment of thought, Yang Ruxin went straight to the Feng Family. "If my guess is correct, that girl is probably Alian, the maid Zou Qiuyue trusts the most. As for that man..." Madam Feng frowned. "He's likely Zou Qiuyue's cousin from her family, named Deng-Deng Da or Deng Hui, I just can't recall..." Yang Ruxin nodded. Cousin and maid? A rather ambiguous relationship. "Xinxin, they..." Madam Feng's face showed deep concern. "They are truly shameless and black-hearted.

You..." "Don't worry, mother. If they are shameless, that's their business. If their hearts are black, that's also their business." Yang Ruxin patted Madam Feng's hand. "I won't suffer any losses." Madam Feng nodded, incredibly relieved. The eldest young master had found such a capable wife-it truly seemed like a blessing from the late madam. At the end of October, a grand group arrived at the house, consisting of ten men and two women. "Miss Yang." Leading the group was a tall man, as sturdy as a Black Iron Tower, his voice somewhat muffled. "I am Miao Jian, formerly a Colonel.

These men are brothers who fought side by side with me..." He glanced at the two women. "They're the wives of our fallen brothers. They refused to remarry..." Saying this, he handed over a letter. Yang Ruxin recognized it at once-it was a personal letter from Gu Qingheng, and inside it was the Prince's token, confirming that these people were under Qi Jingyi's command. Gu Qingheng had already sent a letter through a carrier pigeon yesterday, along with a list of names and brief introductions to their temperaments. Thus, Yang Ruxin already had some idea of the group.

However, speculation was one thing. Using them in practice required vigilance. "Why did you all stop serving in the military?" Yang Ruxin scanned the twelve people. "I want the truth, and you only get one chance to tell it." "To tell the truth, Miss Yang, surviving the battlefield was lucky enough for us. Unfortunately, we sustained injuries so..." Miao Jian sighed. "It's no shame to admit that those with families were able to get some pension silver and return home.

But we are all orphans-there's no home for us to return to..." As he spoke, he pulled out his left hand, which he had been hiding in his sleeve. Everyone around couldn't help but gasp. The large hand appeared to have been slashed diagonally by a sharp weapon, leaving half the palm and two fingers mutilated... The others with him began to reveal their own injuries-some were missing legs, others arms, and some still had gaping wounds that hadn't healed properly. "What do you think?" Yang Ruxin looked toward Zhou Xiao instead.

"They've definitely seen bloodshed." Zhou Xiao's little face was tense but steady. "They have the same aura as my father and the people around him..."