He had always thought she was merely a gentle, even somewhat submissive, traditional woman. He had never imagined she possessed such sharp insight and such a cool head!
Liu Wanwan met his astonished gaze. Her face showed little expression, only the calmness and resolve of one who had seen through the ways of the world.
"You don't need to hide it from me. We're husband and wife; we are one. You're worried they'll seek revenge later, especially in times like these, when they could become a disaster. I understand."
She paused. Her voice became softer, yet carried a chill.
"Over at Wang Family Village, they only stole grain and no one died, so the constables couldn't be bothered. But if... if Village Chief Li's family was also hit by bandits,
and lives were lost... then the constables' response might be another matter."
Fang Yuan looked deeply at her, and his surprise gradually became something more complicated—admiration.
He had originally not wanted her to know because he feared she would be frightened and give something away.
Yet she was far stronger and... wiser than he had imagined.
He slowly nodded and admitted it. "Yes. This family can't be left alive. The longer the night, the more dreams it brings."
Having received his confirmation, Liu Wanwan's body trembled ever so slightly, but her gaze remained exceptionally firm.
She drew a deep breath, stepped forward, and carefully straightened Fang Yuan's collar and cuffs, as though he were merely heading out as usual.
"Be careful." In the end, she said only those three words, containing a thousand unspoken words. "The home... has me."
No more needed to be said.
Fang Yuan nodded and tightened his grip on the chopping knife in his hand.
He cast one final look at the Purple Sable playing with