lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,After a while, Zi collected the things in his hand and slightly raised his head. His eyes, devoid of sorrow or joy, swept over the black people in the courtyard. They all held their breath. As professional assassins, they sensed danger in an instant and instinctively took defensive postures. Suddenly, a light chuckle broke the tense atmosphere.,The little servant was still chattering with the butler, but suddenly the butler stopped abruptly, his face contorted with terror. The little servant followed the butler's gaze and when he saw the child standing in front of them, his eyes widened in disbelief. Both of them simultaneously flashed a thought.。