Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Three days ago, at the General Headquarters of the Qishan Circuit Patrol Office, in the study of the Grand President.

Mu An put down the document in her hand and looked up at Wang Le.

"So, the Heshan Gang is actually just an ordinary gang, not the cult that the imperial court defines it as?"

"Your Excellency, if we only consider the court's classification, the He Shan Gang cannot be considered a demonic cult. However, after hearing the Night Raven Thieves recount the gang's deeds, I feel that calling it a demonic cult wouldn't be a problem."

Mu An nodded slightly, picked up the wine pot and took a sip: "What demonic sect or not, to put it bluntly, it's all man-made classification. It's one thing for their style of doing things, and another for whether they're useful or not."

In truth, none of them are good; it's just a matter of who has the bigger scale and who has the stronger background.

Just like the gangs in our Qing'an County before, those who died were all people without connections or connections.

"Your Excellency is wise!"

"Alright, I think what that guy named Li Qian said is right. This Heshan Gang is a demonic cult, a demonic cult through and through!"

"Pass down the order: have Lin Ping lead his men and wipe out this evil cult called the Heshan Gang!"

Upon hearing Mu An issue the order, Wang Le immediately agreed, and after a short while, asked in a low voice.

"Sir, if we wipe out the Heshan Gang, what if the investigation eventually leads to high-ranking officials involved?"

Mu An waved his hand, completely ignoring Wang Le's words: "We'll talk about it after we find out. He's just a prefect; what difference would it make if he were killed?"

……

The afternoon after the destruction of the Heshan Gang.

A boy named Hu Zi sat in an elegantly decorated room.

In front of him was a set of clothes made of silk, and on a table not far away were several plates of exquisite pastries and many fruits he had never seen before.

Looking at these things he had never dared to imagine before, he was filled with fear and tentatively touched his clothes with his hand.

So soft and comfortable, it won't be uncomfortable to wear at all.

But he dared not wear it, because the clothes were too exquisite, and they didn't look like something for someone of his lowly status to wear.

Even now, Tiger still can't tell whether what's happening right now is reality or a beautiful dream he had while he was asleep. Everything that has happened since yesterday morning is too dreamlike.

Smelling the aroma of pastries and fruits, he instinctively swallowed, stretched out his right hand, and habitually looked around.

Seeing that no one was around and he was the only one in the empty room, he leaned closer, grabbed a piece of pastry as quickly as possible, and stuffed it straight into his mouth.

Because he had never eaten such a pastry before, and because he was too nervous, Tiger didn't bite into it, but swallowed it directly.

The boy choked on the sticky pastry, and had to drink several mouthfuls from the cup before he felt a little better.

So sweet!

Tiger, still immersed in the experience, was not quite over it until he realized something was wrong. He picked up his cup, examined it carefully, and then tentatively took a sip.

"So sweet!"

The boy exclaimed in surprise. He didn't know what this tasted like, but he knew that the cup in front of him probably didn't contain water.

Just then, a sound came from outside the door, startling Tiger so much that he jumped up and, in his haste, spilled the juice in his glass onto the table.

He frantically searched for a rag, but after looking around, he couldn't find anything that resembled a rag.

The sound from afar was getting closer and closer. In his panic, he could only try to wipe the table with his arm, but he couldn't get it clean no matter what he did.

"Miss! Please slow down! We servants should handle calling for help. You are of high status, and the people inside don't know the proper etiquette; it wouldn't be good if they frightened you..."

"Rules, rules! All you ever know is rules, you've all learned bad habits from Grandma He, why are you making such a fuss! This is my house, I'm just seeing someone, what danger could there be?"

As the sound faded, a knock on the door followed.

"Is the big guy inside busy? Can I come in now?"

Tiger, who was wiping the table, became increasingly panicked. He didn't know who the person outside was, but he keenly caught the words "Miss" and "noble".

Out of instinct, he habitually knelt down on the ground, his mouth uttering the words "Please come in" faster than his body did.

So much so that the first thing Mu Ling'er saw when she opened the door was the boy kneeling on the ground.

The moment she pushed open the door, Mu Ling'er felt a daze. She slammed the door shut, then opened it again a few seconds later, poked her head out, and asked softly.

"You like this kind of thing just like that idiot Wang Pingshan?"

Before she could finish speaking, the maid Xiaoping covered her face with her hands, grabbed Mu Ling'er, put her outside the door, slammed the door shut, and pulled Hu Zi, who was kneeling on the ground, up as quickly as possible.

"Stand still right now, I'm going to change your clothes."

Before Hu Zi could react, Xiao Ping had already grabbed the clothes and skillfully dressed the stiff-bodied Hu Zi.

"Big sister...I...this..."

The overwhelming aroma and the physical contact left Tiger's mind blank and his body stiff.

It wasn't until he was dressed and Xiaoping stood in front of him adjusting his collar that he came to his senses again.

"Big sister... I can't afford this dress..."

Xiaoping was slightly taken aback by his somewhat shy and anxious words. She looked down at the boy in front of her and gently instructed him.

"You don't need to buy the clothes. Our young lady is outside. She wants to see you. Just be polite. If you don't know how to speak, just nod or shake your head. Don't be impolite."

Seeing Hu Zi nod repeatedly, Xiao Ping walked to the door and reopened it under Mu Ling'er's slightly displeased gaze.

She gently rubbed Mu Ling'er's cheek and whispered apologetically in her ear.

"It was an emergency, Miss, please don't be angry, okay?"

Mu Ling'er, who considered herself very magnanimous, snorted and raised her index finger.

"Alright, when Lord Mu punishes you by making you copy books, I'll copy them for you once."

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Mu Ling'er's face lit up with joy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She skipped over to the table, looked at the almost empty cup, and said smugly.

"Isn't the watermelon juice delicious? I had it specially made for you. Adults drink tea, but we kids have to drink juice!"

Seeing Mu Ling'er's excited expression, Xiao Ping felt somewhat helpless.

Only an innocent child like Miss Ling'er would act this way. Lord Mu has truly protected Miss Ling'er very well.

The so-called punishment of copying was not actually a punishment for the young lady, because she copied almost all of the punishments for her.

Lord Mu noticed the obvious difference in handwriting on the first try.

Lord Ke Mu didn't say anything, but later when he punished the young lady by making her copy books, he specifically chose some of the simplest and most basic books.

Over time, she learned a lot from the young lady, and because she was older, she learned even faster.

The meaning behind it is not hard to guess.

Now, Xiaoping, who comes from a humble background, naturally understands the lives of people at the bottom of society.

This boy, whose background is clearly tragic, has never eaten pastries or drunk juice.

He doesn't even dare to wear clothes, let alone these.

Only Miss Ling'er would be so kind and naive as to consider the plight of such an insignificant boy.