Especially the large, milk-white meatballs in her chest, naturally revealing their rounded contours against the flowing blouse, showcasing a landscape of deep, well-defined ridges and valleys—stunning indeed. The creamy, flawless bosom, dazzling with its bright, snowy radiance, truly makes Pan Jinlian the very essence of feminine perfection. High Light's nose warmed once more. At that moment, Pan Jinlian gently stroked his forehead with her delicate hands, saying, "Thank goodness the fever has broken! Otherwise, I'd be worried to death!" Since Pan Jinlian and High Light were so close, the pair of full, lush breasts of hers brushed gently against his chest, sending little tingles of itchiness through him. Pan Jinlian's fragrance was incredibly alluring—High Light sensed she had just bathed, with a delicate scent reminiscent of peach blossoms, and her hair was damp and glistening. Overwhelmed, High Light found himself utterly motionless, instinctively embracing her tightly and declaring, "From now on, I'm going to teach you this!" Pan Jinlian could hardly believe her eyes—was it really true? Truly wonderful! He was going to teach her this magical thing. Highlighted, Peng Jinlian carefully learned to operate and use the sleek tablet. "This is the mouse! Do you understand?" For the first time in her life, Peng Jinlian had heard such an odd name from Gao Liang. If this were in the Song Dynasty and someone said it on the streets or in the alleys, it would have been as if playing music to a cow—what a fascinating concept! "This is the keyboard! Look here! These letters must be memorized!" Gao Liang then recited the 26 basic letters one by one. Peng Jinlian was eager to learn and naturally bright—she quickly absorbed a great deal of new knowledge. Gradually, the two felt a deep connection, each becoming indispensable to the other. Peng Jinlian gazed at Gao Liang, while our male lead looked steadily back at her. Their lips began to draw closer. As their lips approached each other, a thunderous commotion erupted outside—the official delegation had come to seize Gao Liang and Peng Jinlian. "Right here in this very room! Hurry! We must rush in and bring them to justice!" The county magistrate personally led the patrol team and surrounded the house. "Bad! Gao Liang! We can't escape! I'm so afraid! This time, we're done!" Pan Jinlian said with growing concern. "Don't be afraid! I'll protect you!" Gao Liang lifted Pan Jinlian in his arms. Pan Jinlian was utterly surprised that such a handsome, confident man would willingly hold her, and was deeply touched, instinctively pressing a soft kiss to Gao Liang's lips. Feeling the warm, moist, smooth, and velvety touch of Pan Jinlian's lips, which carried a delicate fragrance, Gao Liang felt instantly refreshed and energized. He took a steady, confident step forward, carrying her out of the house and addressing the county magistrate: "Clear the way! Otherwise, you'll see what happens!" "Ah-hah! A pair of scheming, lustful spouses! They've teamed up to murder Wu Dalang! Excellent! Officers! Seize them and bring them in!" With a single command from the magistrate, twenty or so officers wielding large axes charged toward Gao Liang. Who is Gao Liang, that his extraordinary abilities have been sealed, yet his martial prowess is unparalleled throughout the land? Having studied the essence of various martial arts at the Shaolin Temple, he found it no more difficult than stepping on a single frog when facing twenty or so head constables. Indeed, one after another, the constables were defeated by Gao Liang, who, with bare hands, seized their swords and wielded them with such force that the blades split mountains—each one fell to the ground, writhing in pain. It turned out their lower legs had been cut by the sharp blades, rendering them immobile; thus, they lay motionless, unable to rise, and the county magistrate, now reduced to a mere figurehead, immediately sought to flee. Yet Gao Liang and Pan Jinlian blocked his path. "Speak clearly!" Gao Liang pressed. "Who is responsible for this? Who instructed you to send these men to seize us?" To preserve his own life and fortune, the magistrate confessed everything: "I had no choice! I accepted bribes from Ximen and Zhang Shouchu, and together they have conspired to eliminate you and Pan Jinlian!" "You're the magistrate of Qinghe County, yet you've colluded with a group of wealthy landowners and magnates—what a clear case of aiding the very forces that are doing harm!" High Liang exclaimed, his voice rising sharply, while the county magistrate remained pale and bowed, unable to meet his eyes. Pan Jinlian pointed directly at the magistrate, pressing him: "You, dog magistrate! I'd like to ask you one question—was my husband, Wu Dalang, poisoned by arsenic from which pharmacy?" The magistrate stammered, at a loss for words. At that moment, a voice spoke up: "I've investigated this matter—yes, it's exactly this arsenic." High Liang, Pan Jinlian, and the magistrate turned to see Wu Song. Seeing Wu Song holding a folded packet of arsenic, he continued: "The arsenic originated from Xi Men Pharmacy, but when I questioned the pharmacy's head clerk, I learned that the sulfur compound in this arsenic actually came from Zhang Shouchu's pharmacy!" Originally, the toxicity of the arsenic from Simen Pharmacy was not particularly strong. However, someone had acted with great cruelty—buying sulfur compounds from Zhang Shouchu's pharmacy and mixing them into Simen's arsenic, thereby intensifying the toxicity enough to kill Wu Dalang in one drinking. "Excellent work!" praised Gao Liang, praising Wu Song. After all, he had personally assigned Wu Song to carry out these tasks. "Therefore, the two individuals under the greatest suspicion are now Simen Qing and Zhang Shouchu!" declared Gao Liang with certainty. Although the County Magistrate had accepted bribes from both Simen Qing and Zhang Shouchu, he had to bow his head in the face of irrefutable evidence, immediately shouting at the still lying head constable, "Get up! Go seize Simen Qing and Zhang Shouchu! If you fail to do so, I'll hold you personally accountable!" Upon speaking, the constables could not afford to delay—immediately they rushed off to arrest the two suspects. Yet, Gao Liang shook his head and turned to Wu Song, saying, "From now on, it's up to you to handle the rest." Wu Song bowed deeply, addressing Gao Liang: "I will handle this matter properly! Also, Sister-in-law! I truly feel ashamed—I've misunderstood you!" Pan Jinlian, a person of great grace and forgiveness, smiled warmly and said, "The matter is now settled. All I hope is that your brother may rest peacefully in the afterlife!" Wu Song was deeply moved. He never imagined that his sister-in-law would stand so firmly for justice—how wrong he had been to misunderstand and wrong her. This time, Wu Song walked steadily toward Ximeng Qing's home, holding his personal sword at his side. Moreover, Qinghe County Magistrate Liu had already been paid off with a solid gold bar—so how could the head of the patrol station have come? He immediately rushed up to his second-floor residence—my goodness! There stood no less than twenty heads of the patrol station, each holding a sword, surrounding his grand courtyard. West Menqing greeted them warmly, extending both hands and saying, "Gentlemen, thank you for coming! Today is my great joyous day—I'm sure you'll understand. I know you can't come all this way for nothing. After all, officers must receive some benefits, don't they? Here, come! Present each of you with fifty taels of silver!" Being familiar with these patrol officers, they were delighted by the gift and happily dispersed. West Menqing chuckled, saying, "Haha! I'm the foremost magnate in Qinghe County! These patrol heads are nothing to me. As for that county magistrate—well, I simply don't regard him at all. Here, it's me who calls the shots! Haha! Come on, my dear! Let's continue with the toast!" While West Zhen was enjoying a drink with his newly married seventh sister-in-law, and everyone—servants, guests, and colleagues—was delighted, bustling with joy and opulence, Wu Song arrived, carrying a large chopping knife, strides in with determination, and shouts, "Return my brother's life!" West Zhen, who was in the midst of a good mood, was suddenly interrupted—especially by Wu Song, who came in with a sword at his side, imposing and fierce—immediately becoming angry. He shouts back at Wu Song, "Wu Song! Your brother is just a man—neither more nor less—he simply doesn't deserve to marry a beauty like Pan Jinlian! A woman as beautiful as Pan Jinlian only belongs to someone like me!" Wu Song spits, pointing directly at the polished, dignified West Zhen, and asks, "West Zhen, I only have one question for you: Was it you who poisoned my brother with arsenic?" West Zhen chuckles coldly and replies, "Yes, that's correct." Then, turning to his servants, he commands, "Seize him! Seize this troublemaker Wu Song! As long as we have him!" I'll reward you handsomely! In Qinghe County, even if someone dies, no one will fear it! I'll take full responsibility for you all!