Another hour passed, and Song Yaoyao had searched every bandit's room. Afterward, she also searched the bandits lying bound on the ground.
Seven or eight chests were piled in the courtyard, filled with everything they had found. Song Yaoyao could guarantee that every copper coin in the stronghold was now in those chests.
After working for so long, everyone had eaten only some dry rations.
There was grain here, as well as pots and stoves, so Chen Yixiao ordered his men to cook.
Once everyone had eaten their fill and rested, they would escort the bandits down the mountain at daybreak.
Of course, Chen Yixiao had already ordered the bandit chief to be dealt with. Those being escorted back were all petty underlings.
Before leaving, he also ordered every building in the stronghold burned to the ground, lest another band of outlaws gather there in a few years. Otherwise, they would truly be like chives-cut down one crop, and another would spring up!
Before news of the destruction of the bandits on Rooster-Cry Mountain could spread, Song Yaoyao and the others went on to wipe out several other bandit strongholds.
Only after all these bandit dens had been destroyed did the County Office post a notice, informing the common people.
The people cheered endlessly, crying, "Long live the emperor!"
With the bandit suppression finished, Song Yaoyao planned to rest for a day or two before they set off for the Capital. After all, they had been away for a long time.
On the first day of her rest, Chen Yixiao came to see her.
Chen Yixiao had never come to see Song Yaoyao alone before. No one visited the temple without a reason! He definitely wanted something!
When Chen Yixiao saw Song Yaoyao, he did not know how to begin.