Turning Antagonist to Protagonist: He is Both Soft and Fierce-Chapter 380 - 375: Really Want to Beat the Villain Until He Turns Good
Thinking of this, he glanced at the child, and the resemblance to the General was uncanny.
He vaguely suspected something in his heart.
"Madam, meeting with the Emperor is such a joyous occasion."
Joyous occasion? It might not be a joyous occasion. Whoever wants it can have it, Lin Qiao certainly doesn’t want it. The waters in the Capital run deep; any slight carelessness could be fatal.
She refused, "No need. Ling’er and I are country folk. It wouldn’t be good if we accidentally caused offense. Later you can just tell General Song that I’m not feeling well..."
The butler suddenly interrupted, "General, the Madam said they are not going."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiao followed his gaze and looked back. The man, who was dressed in black earlier this morning, had changed into dark blue attire. His hair was tied up with a hair crown, and the stubble had been shaved off.
He looked much more handsome than a few days ago.
She looked away, "We really aren’t going. You go ahead; we’ll wait for you here."
"Get in the carriage," Song Tingfan’s tone brooked no argument.
Initially, Lin Qiao’s expression was still somewhat gentle, but upon hearing this, she became a little angry. Didn’t he know the danger?
Even if he didn’t care for her life, didn’t he care for Lin Ling, who was his son?
She held Lin Ling tightly without moving, her tone somewhat stiff, "No, we’re not going."
Lin Jing wrapped his arms around her neck, nodding in agreement with her, "Yeah, we’re not going."
If mother said they weren’t going, then no matter how many fun things there were, he wouldn’t go.
The butler, wanting to find a hole to hide in, knew the General’s anger could be fierce. Last time, a servant who had moved something in the room was beaten to within an inch of their life.
The woman’s defensiveness and distrust were laid bare; it was clear she didn’t believe he would protect them.
Song Tingfan gravely said, "Get in the carriage, and I’ll release him."
Lin Qiao stiffened for a moment and then finally compromised, "I’ll go with you, but leave the child here."
Undeniably, the child was her weak spot.
Upon hearing this, Lin Ling clung tightly to her neck, afraid of not seeing her again, "No, wherever mother is, I will be there."
The butler looked at the sky and saw it was getting late. Although they were in the Capital, one couldn’t enter alone, they had to enter with three thousand soldiers.
He braced himself and said, "General, it’s already late."
Song Tingfan said nothing, standing still and looking at the woman as though if Lin Qiao didn’t get in the carriage, he wasn’t going to leave.
In the stalemate, Lin Qiao compromised, holding Lin Ling as they got into the carriage. She said to Song Tingfan as he boarded, "I want to see Xu Dagui leave with my own eyes."
"Release him," Song Ting said to someone outside the carriage.
The butler understood and immediately instructed the servants. A short while later, Xu Dagui came out. His clothes were tattered and torn, and even without words, it was clear he had been tortured.
Lin Qiao had expected some torture, but not to this extent. She thought her explanations would make some difference to the antagonist.
Actually, Xu Dagui’s injuries happened before the explanations.
But she didn’t know this, and her face looked grim. She leaned out of the carriage, urgently concerned, "Da Gui, are you okay?"
Xu Dagui hadn’t eaten for a few days and had been tortured; he was about to collapse. But he still lifted his head, relieved to see she was fine, and said with sincerity, "I’m fine." Then he passed out.
"Da Gui!"
Lin Qiao didn’t think, she just wanted to get off the carriage, but Song Tingfan grabbed her hand, commanding the outside people sternly, "Take him to see the doctor, go."
The carriage immediately started to move, Lin Qiao struggled a few times without success, and she angrily said, "Song Tingfan, do you believe I won’t hit you?"
She raised her hand as she spoke, but seeing the child beside her, she held back forcibly.
She really wanted to hit him into behaving properly!
Lin Ling hadn’t seen Mr. Xu yet, and seeing his mother being grabbed, he anxiously hit Song Tingfan’s hand, "Let go of mom, it hurts, mom’s wrist will hurt."
"Pat pat pat," he hit several times, and although it didn’t hurt, Song Tingfan felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand, so he let go.
"Mom, does it hurt? I’ll blow on it for you."
Seeing her wrist red, Lin Ling’s eyes welled up with tears, and Lin Qiao quickly comforted him, "It’s okay, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."
It really didn’t hurt, Song Tingfan hadn’t used much force.
But Lin Ling didn’t believe it, glaring at the bad man angrily, "You’re mean, you bully mom, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore, not in this lifetime."
"You’re not my dad! Dad wouldn’t bully mom, even Mr. Xu wouldn’t bully mom."
The childish words were as sharp as ice daggers, Song Tingfan averted his gaze, "Stop the carriage."
When the carriage stopped, he stepped out.
Soon, the carriage continued to move forward.
Inside the carriage, although Lin Qiao was angry with Song Tingfan, she also felt the child was out of line. She patted his head, wanting to say something, but seeing his red eyes from fear, she held back.
She didn’t want these things to happen in front of the child; he wouldn’t understand the matters between them and it could leave a psychological shadow. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
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After a while, two voices were heard inside the carriage, sometimes the woman’s laughter, sometimes the child’s laughter, the kind of scene you didn’t need to see to imagine.
The eyes of the man riding behind the carriage were always on it. After a while, two men on horseback caught up, and the person on the left said, "General Song, you should be at the front."
The speaker was Zhou Fu’an, looking puzzled at the carriage.
"Just follow behind, let those on both sides guard well."
After Song Tingfan said this, the others could only follow behind the carriage, not knowing what kind of important figure might be inside.
From the moment they entered the city gates, the sounds outside were noisy. Many women started throwing sachets and handkerchiefs at the soldiers.
Even Lin Qiao inside the carriage caught a sachet. She was momentarily stunned, then lifted a corner of the curtain. The sides were crowded with people, a very impressive scene.
She twitched the corner of her mouth, lowered the curtain, and Lin Ling curiously asked her, "Mom, what’s happening outside? It’s so lively."
Lin Qiao pulled him away from the window to avoid being "accidentally injured," unable to explain to the child it was a "matchmaking event," "Nothing much, just crowded."
Probably because there were too many people watching the excitement, the procession couldn’t move forward. The city’s soldiers started to clear the way, but there were just too many people. Clearing one place and another would fill right back up.
Lin Ling felt a bit hungry and uncomfortable; in just this short while, his little face had turned a bit pale, "Mom, I feel unwell."
When he was born, there was an accident that led to a premature birth, leaving him not in the best health, somewhat anemic.
He easily felt dizzy once he got a bit hungry, so Lin Qiao usually carried a couple of snacks on her. But today she forgot.
She was a bit anxious, disregarding everything, she got out of the carriage, but the dense crowd made it impossible to spot any food stalls.
Seeing her exit the carriage, Song Tingfan dismounted and strode over to pull her back, "Where are you going!"
His voice was sharp, laced with anxiety.
Lin Qiao’s mind was entirely on the child, not noticing, she gripped his hand, urgently saying, "Hurry and get some food, Ling’er faints easily when he’s hungry."
