Chapter 3573 - 3573 Are We Poor?
3573 Are We Poor?
“This Madam saved us, don’t attack them.” Those few members of the Ye family spoke out, preventing a fight between the two parties. They were helped to their feet by people of their clan and bowed in gratitude to Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze.
“Thank you for rescuing us.”
Feng Jiu glanced at them and said, “Rather than verbal thanks, I think some practical action might be more appropriate.”
After hearing this, several of them were stunned and could not help but exchange glances. The older one among them asked, “What would you have us do, Madam?”
“There’s no need to do anything special, however, you could each give some gold coins or crystals to show your gratitude for having your lives saved,” Feng Jiu said, curling her lips as her eyes fixed on them.
They agreed with relief, “Certainly.” They then took out gold coins and crystals from their spaces and placed them in a cosmos sack. “Madam, this is all we have on us. Please don’t find it inadequate. If you would follow us back to the Ye family, our clan will definitely present you with a generous reward.”
“That won’t be necessary; this will do,” Feng Jiu replied, accepting the cosmos sack.
On the side, after finished tying up those people, they noticed that they were still struggling. Their bloodshot and vacant eyes sent chills down everyone’s spines.
“Isn’t this just like before? Ye Ling is already burned to death, how could this still happen?”
The speaker stopped mid-sentence. That’s right, if such things were happening even after Ye Ling had been burned, did they make a mistake?
Some people looked at Song Yiping, expecting him to lose his composure upon hearing the news. To their surprise, he remained calm.
They were surprised. What happened to him? Why did he not react when he heard about Ye Ling?
“Yiping, you, are you alright?” Song Yiping’s father asked with a worried expression on his face and an inner sigh.
“What do you mean, Father? Has something happened?” Song Yiping looked back at him and asked.
Father Song couldn’t think of anything to say. How could he tell his son that the woman he loved had been burned to death and that his engagement to Ye Ling had been called off?
After a little pause, Father Song replied, “You haven’t been home in a while; you should stay for a few days this time.”
“No, I am planning to leave with Master and Madam Ling,” Song Yiping replied, averting his gaze.
“Wait, ” another Song clan member walked over. He glanced at Song Yiping and tried to see the person he was carrying, but the figure was cloaked in black and couldn’t be seen clearly.
He then turned to Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu. “Could the two of you help us understand why our clan members are acting this way?”
Feng Jiu chuckled. “Why should we? We don’t know you and have no duty to help.”
“If you help us clear this up, our eight families are willing to reward you generously,” that clan patriarch added, assuming that they would agree given their previous demand for gold coins and crystals. Who would have thought…
“Husband, do we look poor?”