Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the Demon-Sealing Commander's residence.

Above the gate of the mansion hangs a plaque with the three characters "Fengmo Fortress" written in vigorous strokes, as if carved by a knife and axe.

Yang Xiong got out of the car first, straightened his robe, and stood by the car.

Jingqiu rode up from behind, dismounted, and walked to the carriage. Yang Xiong gave her a wink, and she nodded slightly, reaching out to help Lin Mu down from the carriage.

Her hands were very soft. Her fingers were slender, and her palms were warm. Holding them felt like holding a ball of cotton or a piece of warm jade.

Chapter 147 The Son-in-Law! It's the Son-in-Law!

Lin Mu felt a little flustered, but he didn't show it on his face.

He got out of the car, but didn't let go of her hand. He just held it there, feeling the soft touch, not knowing whether he did it on purpose or forgot.

Just then, a voice suddenly erupted from the crowd outside the cordon.

"Son-in-law! It's the son-in-law! The son-in-law!"

The voice was sharp and shrill, with a hint of hoarseness, as if the throat was about to break.

The Imperial Guards' expressions changed. They had repeatedly warned that a very important person was passing by today, and no one was allowed to make a sound or cause any disturbance. These unruly commoners dared to be so presumptuous at this time!

Several Imperial Guards strode towards the direction of the sound, their hands already on their sword hilts. The crowd suddenly dispersed, as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, revealing a little girl standing in the middle.

She was wearing a drab, coarse cloth dress, her hair was tied in a bun, her face was rosy, but her eyes shone like two stars.

He had a bamboo basket slung over his arm, covered with a blue cloth. A corner of the cloth was lifted slightly, revealing golden-yellow sesame cakes inside, still steaming, as if they had just been taken out of the pot.

A guard walked up to her, raised his hand high, his large, thick palm creating a gust of wind as he prepared to slap her.

The little girl was so frightened that her eyes widened, and she forgot to hide. Then, like an ostrich, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

There was a loud "smack," but the slap didn't actually land.

Jinwuwei was taken aback. He turned around and saw Yang Xiong holding a long whip with the tip wrapped around his wrist, forcefully blocking the slap.

"Step back." Yang Xiong's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail.

The guard hurriedly withdrew his hand and stepped aside.

Lin Mu had already run over. He pushed through the crowd, rushed to the little girl in three strides, bent down, and stared at her for two seconds.

"Chun Xing?"

The little girl opened her eyes, her eye sockets were red, the tip of her nose was also red, and the corners of her mouth were turned down.

She was stunned for a moment, then tears streamed down her face. She cried twice, sounding very aggrieved, as if she was pouring out all the bitterness she had accumulated over the past few days.

She cried and then laughed, a bright laugh, tears still on her face, her lips turned up high.

The smile bloomed on her face like a flower, starting from her eyes, spreading to the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, and her whole body.

"Son-in-law! It really is the son-in-law!"

She jumped, and the basket she was carrying on her arm was thrown off. The blue cloth was lifted, and golden sesame cakes rolled all over the ground.

She clung to Lin Mu, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, like a koala, refusing to let go.

Lin Mu was knocked backward and instinctively reached out to support her waist and buttocks, feeling the warmth coming from under her clothes.

He glanced down and saw her breasts pressed against his chest, full and soft.

This girl, she hasn't grown taller, but how come this part has grown so much?

Chunxing buried her face in his shoulder, rubbing against him repeatedly.

She smelled that familiar scent on him, not the faint soapy smell of before, but a mixture of demonic energy, blood, and the fragrance of herbs and trees—both strange and familiar.

"Young Master..." Her voice was muffled, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat. Then she cried again, without making a sound.

Lin Mu felt her shoulder was wet, patted her back, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Young Master..."

Chunxing opened her mouth, about to speak, when Yang Xiong walked over from the side. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

"Brother, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go inside."

Lin Mu glanced at the crowd of onlookers and nodded.

He patted Chunxing on the back and said softly, "Come down first, let's go inside and talk."

Chunxing slid off him, sobbing. Her feet touched the ground, her legs felt weak, and she staggered.

Lin Mu reached out to support her, and she instinctively grabbed his sleeve, holding it tightly as if afraid he would run away.

Then Chunxing looked down and saw that the bamboo basket was tilted to one side, the blue cloth was spread on the ground and covered in dust, and golden sesame cakes were rolled all over the ground.

Her eyes reddened again, and she hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, muttering, "The sesame seed cake... the sesame seed cake fell..."

She and her husband got up early in the morning to make those, hoping to earn some copper coins on the street so they could make ends meet for the day.

Seeing this, Lin Mu also squatted down to help her pick it up.

He picked up a sesame seed cake, dusted it off, and brought it to his nose to smell it. The familiar aroma of wheat and oil immediately filled his nostrils, just like the ones Chunxing had made at the Qin residence.

He took a bite; it was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It was still a bit hot from being freshly made, making him pant and mumble, "Mmm, our Chunxing's sesame seed cakes are still the best." He continued picking at the food while chewing.

Yang Xiong stood to the side, glanced at the sesame seed cakes on the ground, then at Lin Mu chewing on one. Since even the experts had picked them up, it wouldn't be right for him to just stand there doing nothing. He bent down, picked up a sesame seed cake from beside him, dusted it off, and put it in his basket.

The guards nearby exchanged bewildered glances. Their commander was bowing; how could they possibly stand still?

One by one, they squatted down and hurriedly helped pick it up. In particular, the Imperial Guard who had initially tried to slap Chunxing was the fastest to pick it up after squatting on the ground. He couldn't let go of such a good opportunity to redeem himself.

The sesame seed cakes were quickly picked up and put back in the basket. Although they were a little dusty, not one was missing.

Chunxing covered Yang Xiong with the blue cloth again, stood up with the basket on her shoulder, secretly glanced at him, and then quickly lowered her head.

Lin Mu finished the sesame seed cake in his hand, patted the crumbs off his hands, reached out and took the basket from Chunxing's arm, carrying it for her.

Chunxing was still stunned when Lin Mu turned around.

Yang Xiong led the way, with Lin Mu and Chunxing following behind.

After entering the Demon Sealing Castle, we passed through the front hall, walked down a long corridor, and turned into a small cubicle.

The room wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy, with a table and chairs, and a pot of hot tea and several plates of snacks on the table.

Yang Xiong paused at the door, glanced at Lin Mu, said "Brother, take a rest first," and turned to leave.

Jingqiu also left and closed the door behind her.

The door closed, and the cubicle became quiet.

Chunxing stood in front of Lin Mu, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, then another, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. She threw herself into Lin Mu's arms, buried her face in his chest, and burst into tears.

While crying, she said intermittently, "The master has been arrested, the mansion has been ransacked, and everything is gone."

She, her wife, and her daughter were kicked out, while the daughter and her husband were taken to work in the mines.

She and the lady... no, now I call her Mother.

When they arrived at the Sealed Demon Gate, the lady said, "Call me Mother. From now on, you will be my daughter."

As she spoke, Chunxing laughed, tears still clinging to her face, but her eyes curved like two crescent moons.

Chapter 148 The Process

Chunxing was an orphan from a young age and worked as a maid in the Qin family. She never knew what it was like to have a mother.

She and her mother rented a dilapidated house in Fengmo City. Every day, the two of them would bake pancakes and sell them on the street to earn a few copper coins to make ends meet.

They weren't here to watch the spectacle; they paid for the stall and, as usual, came early in the morning to set up their stall.

The Imperial Guards blocked the road, taking away her stall spot. But the stall fee was real money, and she didn't want to waste a single moment of it.

I just waited on the side until everything was finished before going over to set it up.

He also said that from Bichon to Fengmo, they were very grateful for the gold coin given to them by their son-in-law; otherwise, they wouldn't have had enough money to buy flour and rent a house.

She heard that many people were brought here to seal the demons without a penny, and they started begging when they arrived. Later, those beggars disappeared and no one knew where they went.

As she spoke, she shrank back, as if she had remembered something terrible, and her voice lowered, not daring to continue.

After a moment of silence, Chunxing raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Lin Mu. Her voice held a mixture of expectation and trepidation: "I didn't expect it to really be you, young master. Young master, did you come to rescue Miss?"

Lin Mu suddenly realized that it was very likely because he had taken the teleportation ring that so many people had been implicated.

He didn't answer, but simply picked up his teacup, took a sip, and the tea had gone cold.

Before Lin Mu could speak, she seemed to remember something, wiped away her tears, and hurriedly said, "By the way, young master, your three friends came to visit before at the Bichon Qin residence, namely Shi Tou, A Mu, and A Shui. Do you remember them?"

Lin Mu nodded.

“They look so impressive now, all wearing professional armor and leading a group of people.” Chunxing gestured, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the Soul Battle Suit on Lin Mu. “Young Master is wearing professional clothes too, Young Master is so amazing.”

Her voice carried a hint of pride, as if she were the one wearing professional armor.

But soon, those eyes dimmed again.

"They heard about what happened at the Qin family's residence and came all the way to Fengmo. They found us and wanted to give us gold coins, saying they wanted to install a magic array in this house. But the imperial court has a clear decree that exiled people are not allowed to accept help from outsiders. Mother said we couldn't accept it, and we couldn't let them be implicated. After much back and forth, they couldn't go against Mother's wishes, and they also had their own concerns. In the end, they could only help repair the roof, buy two bags of flour, and a statue to dispel demonic energy."

"The statue is very effective. It has helped to dissipate a lot of the demonic energy when placed in the room, and I can sleep soundly at night."

“When they left, Ah Shui cried, saying she couldn’t help much. Actually, they had helped a lot. If it weren’t for them, my mother and I don’t know how we would have gotten through that time.”

As she spoke, her voice lowered again, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Just then, a soft knock came from outside the cubicle. Jingqiu's voice came through the door, soft and tinged with caution: "Young Master Lin, the Commander asks if the banquet is ready, what do you think..."

Lin Mu put down his teacup, stood up, and reached out to grab Chunxing's wrist. Chunxing's wrist was very slender; he could easily grasp it with one hand.

"Let's go eat."

Chunxing was stunned for a moment, her face flushed slightly, but she did not break free.

The banquet was held in the main hall of Fengmo Fortress. A dark red tablecloth covered the long table, which was filled with plates and bowls, steaming hot and fragrant. Braised pork knuckle, braised fish, stewed mutton, roast chicken, steamed ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and several other dishes that Lin Mu couldn't name were all neatly arranged and glistening with oil.

Although setting up a banquet so early in the morning seemed a bit awkward, no one present cared. After days of struggling in the Demon Sealing Valley, their mouths were already parched with boredom.

Yang Xiong sat in the main seat, with Lin Mu to his right. Chunxing shouldn't have been at the table; how could a little girl selling pancakes be worthy of sitting at the same table as the Commander of the Imperial Guard?