Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"Su Xiaoyu, if you obediently listen to your father's dying words, I might leave you some money. Why are you still stopping us like this?"

Uncle Su's tone was extremely cold. He sat on the sofa, took a small sip of the fine Biluochun tea in his hand, and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

Beside him sat a composed young man.

The young man's name was Su Zhaoyang. He was the eldest son of the main branch of the family and the first to rush back to the Su family after the old man fell seriously ill. However, his purpose in returning to the Su family's old house was the same as everyone else's: to distribute the family property.

Su Zhaoyang kept fiddling with his watch, his brows furrowing deeper as he looked at the gold Rolex on his wrist.

"Xiaoyu, stop making a fuss. The old man is dying. Even a hundred-year-old ginseng can't keep up with the demand. While the old man is still alive, let's divide the money so that it won't be too ugly after he passes away."

He paused, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and an impatient expression appeared on his usually meticulous face.

"Besides, we are different from you. Our time is very precious. If there is nothing else, we don't need to talk anymore. We will leave you some money. As for Su Wanqing, she is your third wife's illegitimate daughter. She did not grow up in the Su family. She was just brought back by the old man and raised for two years. She does not deserve to have the Su family's money."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyu was furious, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh.

"What if we could get back a century-old ginseng?"

"Huh? A century-old ginseng? You think it's a giant radish!"

A little boy dressed in flashy clothes chuckled, jumped off the sofa to the floor, and approached Su Xiaoyu with a smug look on his face.

"Hey, Su Xiaoyu, what are you thinking? Are you out of your mind?! Do you think a century-old ginseng is like a radish, something you can just take back whenever you want?!"

"You'd better agree to my dad's suggestion quickly, Jian, otherwise we might give you some. Otherwise, we won't leave you a single cent!"

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!"

The second uncle spoke calmly, stopping his son, but his expression didn't seem sincere at all.

He patted his son's head and chuckled softly.

"Xiaoyu, I watched you grow up. We're all family. Your second uncle is sincerely advising you."

"What if my sister brings back a century-old ginseng?"

Su Xiaoyu bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She believed in Su Wanqing and Gao Yang; she was certain that the two of them would bring the century-old ginseng.

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Vast and boundless mountains.

"Gao Yang, let's hurry, I've got the ginseng."

In Su Wanqing's hand, the two-hundred-year-old ginseng was constantly emitting a medicinal fragrance. The slender ginseng roots were all intact, wrapped in moist mountain mud, exuding a rich spiritual energy that had lasted for hundreds of years.

She carefully wrapped the old ginseng tightly with her silk scarf, tucking it close to her body, afraid of bumping or damaging it in the slightest.

Gao Yang was covered in wounds, his clothes were torn to shreds, and the wounds on his waist and shoulders were still bleeding. Every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

He remained steadfast, firmly protecting Su Wanqing's side, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding mountains and forests, wary of any assassins who might return, and of any dangers lurking within.

"Hurry up, let's take another route down so we don't run into them."

He whispered in Su Wanqing's ear.

Su Wanqing put the old ginseng in a wooden box and placed it in her small bag.

This is the only hope for saving the old man; we must protect it carefully.

The mountain path was still muddy and slippery after the rain. Gao Yang held Su Wanqing's hand tightly and moved down the mountain step by step.

He walked on the outside, always keeping an eye on the road. When he encountered steep slopes, he would bend down and let Su Wanqing hold his shoulders to walk slowly. Even though he was covered in pain, he always protected her.

Looking at Gao Yang's blood-stained profile and the way he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, Su Wanqing's eyes reddened slightly, her heart filled with gratitude and heartache.

If it weren't for Gao Yang, she wouldn't have been able to get the ginseng; she would have been killed by tigers or assassins long ago. She could never repay this debt of gratitude in her lifetime.

"Gao Yang, thank you. If it weren't for you, I would never have been able to get the old ginseng, let alone get down the mountain alive."

Su Wanqing spoke softly, her voice filled with undisguised emotion.

Gao Yang turned to look at her, gave a faint smile, and spoke in a steady tone.

"We're in this together. Protecting you and getting the ginseng to save the old man are all things I should do. Don't overthink it, getting down the mountain is the most important thing."

The two of them did not dare to stop along the way, braving the mountain breeze and trudging through the muddy mountain path, doing their best to hurry down the mountain.

Just then, a head peeked out from behind the tree.

"Boss, he's here!"

The loud noise echoed through the woods, startling Gao Yang and Su Wanqing.

The two of them turned around at the same time.

The man had shifty eyes and a short crossbow in his hand.

"careful!"

The gleam of the crossbow flashed through the woods, and the sharp arrows hurtled straight towards them with a whooshing sound.

Gao Yang suddenly turned to the side, grabbing Su Wanqing and dodging behind a large tree. The arrow pierced the tree trunk hard, sending wood chips flying. The force was astonishing.

"Is it the same assassin from before, or have we run into him again?"

Su Wanqing's face turned pale, and she subconsciously covered the small bag containing the old ginseng. Her heart was pounding, and she looked at Gao Yang.

Several bloody scratches appeared on Gao Yang's arm from the dense foliage.

Gao Yang's heart sank. He thought he could return home safely after escaping from the jaws of death, but he didn't expect these people to be so persistent.

Two or three sounds came from other places.

"Hey, fourth brother, you did a great job today. Luckily you found it, otherwise this big fish would have gotten away."

The leader stared at the two men, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze swept over Gao Yang's wounds, then landed on the small bag that Su Wanqing was protecting, and he immediately saw the key.

"Gao Yang, Su Wanqing, you two are really lucky. Even a tiger couldn't kill you, but you managed to get your hands on the old ginseng."

The leader toyed with the machete in his hand, his tone sinister.

"Hand over the old ginseng, then take your own lives, and I'll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a gruesome death!"

Gao Yang slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white, and hid Su Wanqing behind the tree even further, his voice low but firm.

"Wanqing, I'll rush up and hold them off. You run down the mountain and don't look back. No matter what happens, you have to get Old Ginseng to the hospital and save Grandpa!"

"No, I can't leave you!"

Su Wanqing immediately shook her head, her eyes reddening, and gripped Gao Yang's arm tightly.

"We'll go together, I'll never let you face them alone!"

"Now is not the time to be willful!"

Gao Yang spoke urgently, his eyes filled with urgency.

"Are you stupid? What are we here for?! We can't lose Old Shen, the old man can't wait. You must get back safely, listen to me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the eldest brother waved his hand impatiently.

"Stop wasting time talking to them, attack! Grab the ginseng, kill them, and go back to collect the bounty!"

Several assassins immediately rushed forward with knives, but Gao Yang's eyes sharpened. Instead of retreating, he advanced and charged towards the assassin in front.

Despite being covered in injuries and exhausted, he still fought ruthlessly.

He dodged the opponent's blade, turned sideways and delivered a powerful punch to the man's ribs. Taking advantage of the man's pain as he bent over, he snatched the dagger and held it to his neck.

However, there were many assassins, and Gao Yang was already injured. The wound on his shoulder was aggravated, and blood seeped out again, staining his tattered clothes red. His movements gradually became slower.

An assassin seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the side, the blade aimed directly at Gao Yang's waist and head.

"Gao Yang, watch out!"