Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 350 - 345: The Villain Uses Silver Coin for Evil
At the top, Song Tingfan’s finger stopped, and he said in a deep voice, "Since General Li lacks confidence, let’s replace him. At this age, he can retire and enjoy his old age. Hereafter, Xiao Feiqiang will be in charge of the Infantry Camp."
There was not a hint of negotiation in his tone.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent, probably not expecting him to make such a sudden move.
The general with a black mole on his face, who had a bit of a temper, said, "General, I’m afraid this isn’t appropriate. General Li was just speaking the truth."
Everyone looked at Song Tingfan, expecting him to yield. However, he remained calm, "Oh, then you two can go as well. The deputy will take over. Anyone else? The camp will allocate pensions."
Most of these generals were pieces of the Third Prince, uproot them all at once.
Others’ expressions changed, but no one dared to speak up.
The two generals, suddenly dismissed, were taken aback, then furious, but they clearly didn’t realize Song Tingfan was the General, holding this power.
"What did I do wrong?"
Song Tingfan let out a low "heh," "Overstepping your bounds. Guards, take them out."
The tent fell silent for a moment. Zhou Fu’an couldn’t help but glance at Song Tingfan, thinking he couldn’t suppress these senior generals, unexpectedly, he managed it in one move.
...
Meanwhile, the time between 7 a.m. to 9 a.m had passed, and the drizzle had stopped, but the wind was still blowing relentlessly.
Lin Qiao shivered while doing the laundry. Seeing this, Song Qin wanted to help, "Qiao’er, let me do it. You go inside and warm up by the fire."
Lin Qiao quickly waved her hand, "Grandma, it’s okay. I’m almost done."
Ah, the clothes had some... indescribable substance, it was too embarrassing to let her wash it.
Seeing her insistence, Song Qin could only give up and turned to stoke the fire, while Mrs. Fan, who was doing embroidery work, coughed a few times.
"Caught a chill? Got a cold?" Song Qin came over to feel her forehead.
Mrs. Fan shook her head, "Nothing much, just the blanket wasn’t properly covered at night."
"In this weather, you must cover yourself with the blanket well, or you’ll catch a cold. I’ll go get some of the old man’s medicine for you." Song Qin went to the kitchen and poured a bowl of medicine for her.
Lin Qiao came in with a basin, and upon seeing them, she worriedly asked, "Granny Fan, are you not feeling well?"
"It’s nothing, don’t worry, just a slight chill." Mrs. Fan was afraid she wouldn’t believe her, so she stood up and jumped to show her.
Lin Qiao could only chuckle helplessly, then she looked at their clothing, planning to make some thicker clothes at the shop, and also buy some quilts.
When the rain subsided, she went out. There were no carriages at the alley entrance today, so she had to walk a bit further, taking an extra quarter hour.
The alley she turned into was shabby, and there weren’t many people around.
After walking a few steps, feeling something was off, she didn’t immediately turn around. She scanned the surroundings and finally noticed a stick a few steps ahead. She quickened her pace slightly and grabbed the stick.
She swung it backward in an instant. The person behind didn’t expect this, and with a "thump," he was knocked out on the ground.
Recognizing who it was, Lin Qiao couldn’t help but twitch her mouth. No wonder it was so easy to hit, it turned out to be the third female lead.
Song Tingfan and the others were currently after her, not expecting her to show up and court death.
She vented her frustration by kicking her twice and muttering, "I didn’t kill your father, why come after me? Are you crazy? Even if you kidnap me as a hostage, it won’t be of any use!" She then kicked her a few more times, soon tossed away the stick, and left.
Just as she exited the alley, someone exclaimed "ah," quickly prompting her to pick up her pace.
It wasn’t out of fear, just a dislike for trouble.
The waiter at the Ruyi Shop saw her coming and promptly guided her upstairs, which meant Wei Yun was there.
Wei Yun likely had just risen; he was having his meal. Seeing Lin Qiao arrive, he motioned for her to join him.
Lin Qiao shook her head, "Already eaten."
Wei Yun nodded, after eating for a small while longer, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, asking someone to clear it away, "I was just about to look for you, and here you are. You need to accompany me to the Capital."
"The shop’s embroideress didn’t do well on this blueprint. The collar comes out looking crumpled, not very nice. Oh, and there’s someone you need to meet."
Wei Yun noticed her discomfort sitting on the stool, and he got up to offer her his chair, "Sit here."
Lin Qiao did not stand on ceremony, being pregnant made her a bit delicate, she leaned back slightly after sitting down, "It’s probably a proportion issue."
"Who?"
"You’ll know when you see them." Wei Yun didn’t directly say.
Lin Qiao more or less understood who it was, hesitating for a moment, "I need to ask him first, now that I’m pregnant, he might not allow it."
Hearing this, Wei Yun nodded, "Alright." Then took out a pile of silver coins, "This is last month’s share, have a look."
Lin Qiao naturally trusted that he wouldn’t play tricks with the silver coins, so she didn’t look, just took it, and after a short conversation, she left.
On the way out of the shop, she informed the waiter about the clothes and quilts before heading to the Money Shop. This time she didn’t deposit all of it; she kept five pieces of silver coins, depositing the rest, totaling thirty-nine hundred taels.
She kept the remaining five silver notes at home, just in case of emergency evacuation.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, "What are you doing?"
Lin Qiao jumped startled, her hand shook, and the box fell to the ground with a "thud," the silver notes scattering out, "..."
Could this be a bad omen?
Facing Song Tingfan’s gaze, she bent down, picked up the silver coins, put them back in the box, and then stashed it into the cabinet.
Song Tingfan didn’t ask, probably knowing Lin Qiao held a lot of silver coins. He brought out a box from his arms, handing it to her.
Lin Qiao took it, opened it, finding a milky white jade, a delicate lotus design. It was obviously not cheap. She glanced at him, being a General surely increased his salary.
She blinked, "How much did your salary increase by?"
"Five hundred taels."
Song Tingfan thought she wanted him to contribute, so he took out his money bag to give to her.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Yet she didn’t return it. When the antagonist has too much silver, bad things tend to happen, not that kind of bad things.
She gave him twenty taels, "Let me know if it’s not enough."
"Alright." Song Tingfan nodded.
Lin Qiao sensed he seemed to be in a good mood, taking the chance to mention the trip to the Capital, "Tingfan, in a few days I need to go to the Capital."
Song Tingfan’s brows furrowed, "No."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She knew he would react this way; he used to be like this too.
She pretended not to understand, "Why not?"
"Too far."
"It’s fine, I’m not in a rush."
"No."
"Tingfan, I really have something important this time."
"No."
Seeing she couldn’t persuade him, Lin Qiao didn’t continue, instead directly hugged him, softly saying, "Alright."
Song Tingfan pressed his lips, his tone softening a bit, "No."
"Tingfan, Tingfan, dear husband..."
"When are you going? How long?"
"A month."
"With whom?"
"Wei Yun."
"No."
"..."
Lin Qiao hooked her arms around his neck, smiling, "Are you afraid I’ll run away with him? I won’t, he’s not as handsome as you."
"I like handsome ones."
