Upon hearing these words, Fang Miaojun nodded thoughtfully once again.

She didn’t know why, but she felt uneasy deep inside.

…

At the end of the village.

Jian Xiu hadn’t even reached the doorway when she was hit by the strong scent of blood.

As an experienced special agent, she was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Since her family was the only household at the village’s end, it was easy to guess where the problem lay.

She could only hope that things weren’t too serious.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t mind making those in the old ancestral home pay with their lives.

With this thought, Jian Xiu quickened her pace.

“Still haven’t found it? That damned wretch—could she really have carried it with her?” Inside the house, Zhang Zihua asked angrily.

“Impossible. That’s more than ten taels of silver—how could she possibly carry it with her? Besides, that useless thing stays at home all the time. Even if she had any sense, she would have hidden it in the house. Carrying it with her would be even less safe.”

Old Madam Liu snapped impatiently.

To her, that logic made perfect sense.

The house was only so big—there was no way they wouldn’t find it.

Before Jian Xiu even stepped into the courtyard, she had already heard the conversation between the mother and son.

It seemed that the situation was just as she had guessed.

She narrowed her eyes.

They still weren’t afraid enough.

That meant the owner of the bloody scent was obvious.

At this thought, an inexplicable wave of panic surged through Jian Xiu.

As she stepped into the courtyard, the first thing she saw was Zhang Zixuan, lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Suppressing the terror in her heart, Jian Xiu immediately rushed to his side and crouched down.

Her movements were light, and the mother and son inside had yet to realize she had returned.

“Mother, should we pour water on that useless thing outside and wake him up? Maybe then he’ll tell us where he hid the silver?”

Zhang Zihua’s furious voice rang out from inside the house.

“What’s the point? You beat him up so badly—he wouldn’t wake up even if you poured ten buckets of water on him. Instead of wasting time trying to wake him, it’s better to keep searching for the silver.”

Old Madam Liu’s voice followed shortly after.

From their conversation, it was clear they had been searching for a long time.

“Mother, look at the time. We should leave soon. Otherwise, when that wretch returns, we’ll just get another beating!” Zhang Zihua’s voice came again.

“What’s the rush? We’re only flipping through their things. Do you see anything in our hands? Besides, I’m searching my own son’s house—who’s going to say anything? Even if this went to the magistrate, I have a case to argue.”

“Exactly, exactly. They already took their stuff back—there’s nothing more to say,” Zhang Zihua quickly agreed.

The mother and son continued their discussion inside, but Jian Xiu had no time to bother with them.

Zhang Zixuan’s condition was extremely serious.

But that was fine—Jian Xiu was never one to tolerate injustice.

She would make them pay.

Looking at Zhang Zixuan’s state, it was clear that he couldn’t be moved.

However, if she wanted to send those two to prison, she couldn’t be the only witness to this.

She needed to act carefully—to save Zhang Zixuan while ensuring that she could justifiably punish those two.

This time, she would make them understand exactly who they had provoked.

“Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu! Quickly, give him the medicine!”

Just as Jian Xiu was at a loss, a voice echoed in her mind.

Hearing this, she instantly remembered—she had medicine in her space!

She didn’t even stop to think about what kind of medicine it was.

But one thing was certain—since Keke gave it to her, it had to be good.

“Then what are we waiting for? Give it to me now!” Jian Xiu urged.

At this moment, points didn’t matter anymore. That wasn’t even a concern.

She had only one goal—to keep him alive.

She had to make sure he survived.

As soon as she spoke, a medicine bottle appeared in her hand.

The bottle had an opening with a straw-like tube, making it easy to administer directly into the mouth.

“Keke, do I just feed this to him directly?”

“Yes, yes! Hurry! He’s in critical condition!” Keke responded anxiously.

Without hesitation, Jian Xiu inserted the straw into Zhang Zixuan’s mouth.

She wasn’t even sure if he could swallow it.

But looking at his pale, lifeless face, an uncontrollable surge of rage rose in her heart.

“Keke, is this medicine really effective?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Keke sounded extremely disappointed.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you—I’m just worried about him. Can you understand?” Jian Xiu sighed.

All this time, she thought she could always be strong.

But the moment she saw him lying there, she realized her heart had stopped beating for a second.

She was afraid. Afraid that he would never wake up again.

“Relax, relax! He’s not going to die. I just scanned his body—there’s no major issue. As long as nothing unexpected happens, he’ll be fine. Happy now?” Keke huffed.

“Really?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

Sure enough, hearing Keke’s words, Jian Xiu finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

Now that she knew Zhang Zixuan was safe, she could finally start thinking about how to get revenge.

Just beating them up wasn’t enough.

But simply sending them to the authorities wasn’t satisfying either.

This time, she wasn’t just going to punish them—she was going to ruin them.

And most importantly, she would make sure they spent the rest of their lives in prison.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Zhang Zihua was the one who had done this.

Among the brothers, he was the most ruthless.

Zhang Zifu, the third brother, was relatively honest. Zhang Zirong, the eldest, was cruel, but not to the point of madness.

Besides, he had Fang Miaojun by his side—a woman who was incredibly shrewd.

She wouldn’t allow Zhang Zirong to get involved in something that could harm their position.

Recalling Zhang Zihua and Old Madam Liu’s conversation, the mastermind behind all this was obvious.

In the past, Jian Xiu had chosen to let things go.

She had even been generous enough to forgive them.

But not this time.