Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Ping An reacted even faster; almost at the same time those people landed, he had already stepped in front of Lin Xiuer and grabbed a bench from the side.

"Who is it?" His voice was deep, carrying a coldness that Lin Xiuer had never seen before.

The men in black opposite didn't say a word, but exchanged glances, then drew their knives and charged!

"Step back."

He lowered his voice very much and went to meet them as he spoke.

Lin Xiuer instinctively wanted to step forward to help, but Xiao He grabbed her wrist.

Xiao He grabbed Lin Xiuer and dragged her backward.

She gripped Lin Xiuer's wrist tightly, a perfectly timed look of panic on her face.

She didn't know where these people came from.

I don't know who they're after.

She couldn't easily reveal herself before knowing Lord Shen's further arrangements.

However, she had just received a clear instruction from Lord Pei that the instruction to step back was directed at her, instructing her to protect the lady.

That calm and decisive tone was definitely Pei Zhao's.

He hasn't lost his memory, or perhaps he's already regained it. In any case, as long as he's around, these small fry are no match for him.

She pulled Lin Xiuer back, trying to look like a really frightened little girl.

"Be careful!"

Lin Xiuer was pulled backward by Xiao He, her heart pounding wildly, and she only managed to shout out this sentence.

By the time Lin Xiuer shouted, Ping An had already engaged the first man in black.

He swung the bench in his hand and smashed it hard at the man in black at the front.

The man dodged, but Ping An's fist was already there, smashing into his chest. The man groaned and staggered back several steps.

The other men in black surrounded them, their blades flashing, each strike aimed at vital points.

Ping An dodged and weaved, fighting them bare-handed, and surprisingly held his own.

Lin Xiuer was pulled back to the west wing door by Xiao He.

Xiao He gripped her arm tightly, her body trembling slightly, but her eyes were fixed on the fighting scene, unblinking.

"Bang!"

He punched the back of a man's knife, sending it flying.

Before the man could react, Ping An's leg had already swept across his chest, sending him flying backward.

The other two pounced at the same time!

Ping An dodged a knife by sidestepping, then swung his elbow at the second man's face, causing him to groan and fall to the ground.

The third person's knife was already at his back—

Ping An didn't even turn his head. He turned his foot and moved aside. The knife grazed past his clothes.

Under the moonlight, Ping An's figure moved as fast as a ghost.

Punches, elbows, legs, knees—every move was crisp and clean, without a trace of fancy moves.

But these assassins were clearly not ordinary people, and Lin Xiuer looked at Ping An, who was surrounded in the middle, with worry.

Just as the fight was getting to a close, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside with a loud bang!

A group of men carrying knives rushed in, their murderous aura filling the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, a flash of blades made one dizzy.

Seeing that the newcomers outnumbered them, the men in black exchanged glances, decided not to fight, and fled over the wall!

They disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Lin Xiuer hadn't recovered from the fight when this sudden turn of events made her heart pound.

The group didn't give chase.

They sheathed their swords and straightened their robes—

Then, they all knelt down on the ground!

"Greetings, Commander!"

The sounds were all in unison, and they were especially loud in the quiet night.

Lin Xiuer was dumbfounded, her mouth agape as she stared blankly at the people kneeling on the ground, her mind completely blank.

Qianqianqian... Lord Qianhu?

Who?

She mechanically turned her neck to look at the man whose back was to her.

Ping An stood there, her expression calm.

Moonlight fell on his profile; his eyebrows, his features—he was clearly the man she knew. But his expression…

His expression seemed different.

This wasn't the gentle and caring manner he usually showed her.

It was as if this cold and arrogant demeanor was what he was truly meant to be.

She rubbed her eyes, refusing to believe it, and took two steps forward to get a closer look at the group of people.

The one kneeling at the very front, Lin Xiuer recognized his face; he was none other than the itinerant doctor.

He was that itinerant doctor who set up a stall at the market during the day, smiling as he took people's pulses.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Ping An.

In that gaze, there was respect, worry, and a hint of relief.

Something seemed to explode in Lin Xiuer's mind. She opened her mouth, but could only utter the word "damn."

She slowly turned her head and looked at Ping An.

Ping An shifted slightly, looking at the people kneeling on the ground. His voice was calm, tinged with displeasure: "Who told you to come so early?"

The itinerant physician, Shen Qing, bowed his head and replied, "I was worried about your safety, sir, and acted without permission. Please punish me, Lord Pei."

Ping An remained silent.

The courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Lin Xiuer stood there, looking at Ping An's profile.

The man who had previously been so obedient to her now stood upright, his gaze steady, exuding an indescribable aura.

Her mind was a complete mess. When did he think of that?

Judging from his tone, he wasn't surprised by the appearance of this group of people; in fact, it was expected. They just arrived too early, ruining his original plan.

Since he had already regained his memories, why didn't he tell me?

Ping An looked at her calmly, his expression serene, a calmness that clearly indicated he knew everything all along.

Seeing his calm and collected demeanor, she was instantly enraged and felt an urge to rush up and strangle him.

Even after regaining his memory, he pretended nothing had happened, continued living with her, continued helping her with chores, and continued to hold her while sleeping at night.

Lin Xiuer recalled how good he had been to her these past few days, his patience with Xiao Bao, his tenderness in bed, and the soft light in his eyes when he looked at her…

Was all of this just an act by this man?

But what is he after?

She was just a village woman weighing 200 pounds, not some celestial beauty. Why would he want to stay by her side?

What's even more ridiculous is that in the afternoon, I stupidly went to his subordinate and asked him for a method of contraception.

The thought of this made Lin Xiuer so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself immediately; it was just too embarrassing.

Pei Zhao looked at Lin Xiuer calmly, but in the moonlight, her face showed hurt and disbelief.

In fact, ever since Ping An returned home after scaring Jia Heiyu and the others, he has been having nightmares, with bloody images frequently appearing in his mind.

The wailing prisoners in the imperial prison, the corpses of his companions, and the scene of him being chased by men in black and fleeing into the deep mountains...

He was fine during the day, but at night, those images would flood back, making it hard for him to fall asleep.

Later, he remembered his mission and why he had come to Peach Blossom Town.

He then realized that the person he was investigating was actually the woman in front of him.

This is the woman who found him on the mountain, carried him home, and carefully treated his injuries.