"Tsck," in the courtyard, Liang Yuening clicked his tongue impatiently. He rubbed his neck and then cast a cold glance at the masked people in black outside. For two days now, two days ago Dong Huiying had steamed a tray of buns, and while the three of them were having breakfast, this group of people in black surrounded the little courtyard. But Dong Huiying was very calm; she was initially surprised, but then she composed herself. However, these past two days, being besieged by the people in black, he, fourth brother, Dong Huiying, and Master Hong—four people trapped in the courtyard—it was indeed very frustrating. There was a large rock in the courtyard, and Liang Haoming was sitting in front of it, sharpening his knife. The shshsh sound rose as he sharpened faster and faster, the blade getting sharper, but occasionally, his concentration would break and he’d cast a sidelong glance at the people in black outside, his eyes seeming malevolent. These people came from the black market, wearing masks, hanging wooden tokens at their waists. They had not made a move, just surrounded them , and it was unknown what the master behind them was plotting. "Are they not annoyed, not tired? Like Door Gods all day long, whether they want to fight or whatever, they might as well make it quick!" Liang Yuening was impatient and muttered a few curses in frustration. At that moment, Dong Huiying came out of the kitchen with a cutting board in her arms, "Isn’t this good?" "Yeah," she said with a grin, an image of harmlessness, "If they like being Door Gods, let them be. It’s good for us, our safety is ensured," this was like free protection. Anyway, these two days she ate and slept as usual, unaffected at all. "But what if..." What if, one night while they slept, these people suddenly made a move on them? These few days, Liang Yuening hardly dared to sleep, and fourth brother was the same. Taking turns keeping watch, afraid that if everyone fell asleep, the people in black would pull a surprise attack. Dong Huiying placed down the cutting board. She glanced at the dark circles under Liang Yuening’s eyes, her brow furrowing slightly, and then she started walking towards the courtyard gate. Liang Yuening exploded, "What are you doing?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Be careful, these people are carrying knives!" His crafty little eyes darted towards the people in black outside, noting that almost each one of them carried a weapon. "Don’t worry, it’s fine," she patted the back of his hand, and then stood up straight again, "I’m pretty formidable, you know!" She raised her little fist, which seemed to infect Liang Yuening with her confidence. Liang Yuening composed himself, but was still very worried, so he followed closely behind her as they walked outside. Liang Haoming, with a freshly sharpened kitchen knife in hand, stood up. His face was expressionless, yet his gaze was fixed intently on those outside, as if ready to rush at them with the knife at the slightest hint of trouble. "Go back and tell your Third Elder, I love money, but a gentleman earns it in an honorable way. Moreover, your black market dealings are too dangerous. I’m just an ordinary citizen, not interested in wading into these murky waters." The people in black looked at each other, and then one of them said, "Miss, you might be mistaken. We are here under the orders of Second Madam to protect you!" Dong Huiying was momentarily stunned, "I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need protection. You’ve seen, these past two days because of your presence, the people in my house can neither eat nor sleep well, we’ve all gotten dark circles." That’s why she decided not to let it continue. However, despite Dong Huiying expressing her intentions clearly, the other party was also stubborn. The group of people in black continued as before, and no amount of talking from her would convince them to leave, resolutely staying put.