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"What?"

"How dare they go so far?!"

Li Xiuyun's mind went blank for a moment, her face filled with disbelief.

She immediately realized that her older brother and his wife had at least some sense of shame before, but now that the village head was keeping them at home and not letting them go out, they probably wouldn't even bother to pretend anymore.

That's why they used this as an excuse to kick the two elders out of their home!

"It's all my wife and I'm blind to have raised such a troublesome child."

Yang Laishun's voice choked with emotion, and he tightened his grip on the quilt.

His veins were bulging, which showed that he was extremely unsettled.

Beside her, Old Lady Yang lowered her voice, her gaze towards Li Xiuyun filled with a hint of pleading.

"Third son's wife, your father and I have thought about it and we've come up with nowhere else to go."

"The second son is still upset about what happened at the ancestral hall that day, so could he stay at your house for a few days? Once your father and I have cleaned up that abandoned thatched hut in the village, we'll move there. We won't be a burden to you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Li Xiuyun sighed, stepped forward, gently took her hands, and said:

"Mother, what you're saying is completely unreasonable."

"No matter how bad your older brother and his gang are, that's their problem. Just stay here with us and don't worry about anything else."

"If Sanlang knew that I sent you two to live in an empty thatched hut, he would probably appear in my dreams every night and speak ill of me."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Yang's eyes reddened.

Yang Laishun's lips trembled, and he was unable to speak for a moment.

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly quiet down, Yang Xiaoning timidly stepped forward, reached out her small hand to hold the hem of the two elderly people's clothes, pursed her lips, and whispered:

"Grandpa, Grandma, please stay at our house and don't leave."

"My sister said that she wanted you to stay at the ancestral hall last time, but you refused."

Yang Laishun shuddered and subconsciously reached out to tremble as he touched Yang Xiaoning's head.

"Okay... child, it was my fault before."

Li Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when suddenly the sound of rolling wheels came from afar.

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw an official carriage driving towards her courtyard.

"Is that a government carriage?"

"Could it be that Xiaoman and Yang Lizheng have returned to the village?!"

Li Xiuyun murmured, which immediately caught the attention of Yang Laishun and Old Lady Yang.

The two looked back and, clutching their bedding, seemed somewhat at a loss.

Yang Xiaoning was so happy that she stood on tiptoe, jumped onto the threshold, and looked into the distance, excitedly saying:

"It's really my sister back!"

A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and Yang Xiaoman was leaning out to look.

"Dad, Mom, you can leave the bedding here for me. I'll make the beds for you later when I have time."

Seemingly noticing their helplessness, Li Xiuyun quickly and considerately took the bedding from them.

Yang Laishun was initially prepared to decline, but after seeing her insistence, he nodded with some emotion.

He has always believed in the tradition of raising children to provide for him in his old age.

He believed that having three sons was like having three mountains of gold, and that even if he didn't live a life of luxury and wealth in his old age, he would at least be free from worries about food and clothing.

When Yang Chenglin was still alive, he often visited his wife, Yang Laotai, with his two daughters, Xiaoman and Xiaoman, to offer them heartfelt advice.

Even if he doesn't continue the Yang family line, he should at least have a son to support Yang Chenglin in his old age.

But now, looking at it, we realize that life is unpredictable and things are not always as they seem.

Ironically, it was his eldest son, whom he relied on most, who personally drove him out of the house.

"Grandpa, why are you crying?"

Just then, Yang Xiaoning looked timidly at Yang Laishun and cautiously reminded him.

Upon hearing this, Yang Laishun was slightly taken aback, then a smile appeared on his aged face.

He quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. "Silly child, Grandpa just got some sand in his eyes."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoning softly said "Oh," nodded, and then said nothing more.

She just scratched the back of her head secretly, feeling a little puzzled. When did the wind pick up in the courtyard?

On the other side, watching her grandparents standing in front of her house, holding bedding in their arms, being taken away by her mother, Yang Xiaoman's smile instantly cooled down.

Seemingly noticing something was wrong with her, Yang Cong'an subconsciously lifted another corner of the carriage curtain.

The next second, he frowned. "Is that Uncle Lai Shun and the others? They're carrying bedding. Could it be that they were kicked out of their house?"

"Those two, the Chens, are locked up at home awaiting their fate, yet they still can't calm down."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan scoffed disdainfully, "These kinds of people never learn until they're faced with a fatal mistake."

"Besides, with disaster looming, what wouldn't they do?"

Yang Xiaoman clenched her fists tightly, without saying anything.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the courtyard.

Seeing Yang Xiaoning rushing towards them, Yang Xiaoman apologized to Wang Yan and then jumped off the carriage first.

After ruffling her younger sister's head, Yang Xiaoman didn't give her a chance to speak and quickly led Aning toward the courtyard gate.

"Xiaoman..."

Grandma Yang hesitated for a moment, about to explain.

But Yang Xiaoman waved her hand to interrupt, "Grandma, there's no need to say more. Those two will never have another chance to do evil again."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Yang was taken aback.

At the same time, Wang Yan, dressed in the uniform of a yamen runner, slowly walked out and jumped off the carriage.

"My granddaughter has enlisted the help of the county officials, and with the village head and two witnesses testifying, they will definitely not escape punishment!"

Yang Xiaoman deliberately concealed from her grandfather and grandmother the things she knew from the Qi family.

She had no intention of revealing the truth until she had completely avenged her father, including her mother and Xiao Ning.

As Master Qi said, knowing the truth is not a good thing before having the ability to take revenge.

Seemingly hearing the noise, Li Xiuyun put down the bedding and hurriedly walked back to the courtyard gate.

Just then, Wang Yan, dressed in a yamen runner's uniform, walked over. He bowed to the group at the courtyard gate, then looked at Yang Cong'an and asked:

"Yang, it's getting late. We should take the witnesses and go arrest those two criminals who colluded with the bandits."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tiangang turned pale and struggled to climb down from the carriage.

Upon seeing him, Li Xiuyun trembled violently, as if recalling the scene at the giant rock by the river that day.

She was speechless at the time, and even Yang Lizheng, who always had a voice, was rendered humiliated and furious.

Faced with Wang Yan's reminder, Yang Cong'an nodded without hesitation and replied:

"Lord Wang, please come with me."

After he finished speaking, he gave Yang Xiaoman a wink.

She instantly understood, instinctively took Old Lady Yang's hand, and whispered:

"Grandma, why don't you and Grandpa stay home and take care of Xiaoning?"

"My mother and I will definitely get an explanation for how you were kicked out of this house!"