"Yuzhi, you...
Sigh, we'll talk when we get home."
Glancing at the guards, maids, eunuchs, and drivers, Song Que swallowed what he wanted to say.
He felt so frustrated and stifled.
He couldn't say it!
"Father, let's go back. Leave one guide here and let them travel slowly on their own."
Song Yuzhi didn't want to stay any longer.
She wanted to go back to Song Family Fort and show off.
No, that's not it.
She wanted to go back and care for her brothers and sisters.
In the current generation of the Song family, besides a few younger siblings who had just started cultivating, she was definitely at the bottom. She wanted to go back and care for her siblings' cultivation.
Cough, cough, it's definitely not for revenge.
But Song Que could see through Song Yuzhi's little schemes at a glance.
"Heh heh, no rush. We'll wait for these guards. After all, they represent royalty, and we mustn't be rude."
Song Que held back Song Yuzhi while sending his trusted disciples back to remind the young ones at home.
Their sister (older sister) was back.
She was back for revenge.
Unfortunately, Song Que's disciples didn't see Song Yuzhi in action and misunderstood his words.
As a result, the next day, every single disciple of the Song family was beaten up by Song Yuzhi.
Even Song Shidao, who was rumored to be the next master of the Song clan and Song Yuzhi's cousin, was beaten black and blue.
This was simply because Song Shidao was already at the peak of Grandmaster realm, only needing a little insight to advance to Great Grandmaster.
Song Shidao, 33 years old, peak Grandmaster, the strongest young martial artist in Lingnan.
The strongest person under 40 in the Lingnan region.
None could compare.
At only 33, he could already exchange a few blows with some ordinary Great Grandmaster martial artists.
But...
The key point was that Song Shidao was resilient.
"Sister, little sister, no, don't hit me anymore."
Song Shidao's hands trembled, and he could barely hold his long sword. His legs also trembled slightly.
He simply couldn't understand how his sister, who was only at the initial stage of first-rate martial arts last year, had become a Great Grandmaster overnight.
Not only was her cultivation profound, but her physical body was also terrifyingly strong.
In this generation of the Song family, there were a total of 58 direct and collateral descendants. Except for over a dozen younger siblings who had just started cultivating and were below first-rate.
All the others were beaten by Song Yuzhi.
He was the last one, solely because his cultivation was the highest.
Song Yuzhi wanted to give her sisters a good demonstration (a slow beating), so she saved Song Shidao for last.
More than thirty people, excluding him, couldn't withstand a single saber from Song Yuzhi.
Even he, it was only because Song Yuzhi wanted to torment him that she kept him this long.
"Second Brother, why are you so weak? Not firm at all."
Song Yuzhi complained indignantly.
After returning to the Song family, no one could withstand her single saber.
Let alone make her use her true qi.
Even the Sky Saber Song Que was no match for Song Yuzhi's single saber.
This made Song Yuzhi feel happy, yet also a sense of having nowhere to exert her strength.
"Little sister, you are too strong. I never expected you to be so monstrous, reaching the Great Grandmaster realm in just one year."
"This is simply a demon."
As he spoke, Song Shidao's voice grew smaller and smaller, trembling a little at the end.
"Heh heh, I was just lucky."
Song Yuzhi was telling the truth. If she hadn't met Yang Hong and married Yang Hong, she would still be the Song family's second young lady with extremely poor cultivation talent.
"Heh heh, I wish I had such luck too."
Song Shidao said enviously.
Although he was a heavenly prodigy of the Song family, he was trash compared to Song Yuzhi.
No, in front of Song Yuzhi and Song Yuhua, he was trash.
Uncle Song Que had only two daughters in his life, but both daughters had such incredible luck.
"Big Brother, while I really wish you could have this kind of luck, you're not a woman and can't enjoy it."
Song Yuzhi said with a hint of teasing as she glanced at the handsome Song Shidao.
However, in her mind, some inappropriate images flashed.
At the same time, she compared Yang Hong and Song Shidao.
"Hmm, my husband is indeed more suited to be the 'attacker.' Should Big Brother be the 'receiver' for a bit?"
Thinking of certain dangerous scenes, Song Yuzhi actually spoke her mind.
"Receiver? Receiver what? Little sister, what are you talking about?"
Song Shidao looked at his little sister tilting her head to examine him and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Especially a faint stinging sensation in his lower region.
It had to be said that a martial artist's intuition was quite terrifying.
"It's nothing, nothing.
I mean, Big Brother may not have good luck like me, but I have some good things for you."
Speaking of which, Song Yuzhi turned to look at her dejected brothers and sisters.
These poor children were all demoralized by Song Yuzhi.
"You all come too. I brought some gifts for you."
As Yang Hong's nominal and de facto main consort, Song Yuzhi received the most resources from Yang Hong.
Among the resources she brought back, the bulk were various seeds.
Yang Hong had cultivated 16 types of high-yield crops and 18 types of high-yield medicinal herbs, and she had brought back seeds of all of them.
A total of 20 carts!
This was a shipment that even Yang Zhong and Yang Jian envied.
If not for Yang Hong's earnest pleas and his guarantee that the Song clan would remain loyal to the royal Yang family, the two emperors would have likely turned against Yang Hong.
In addition, there were various fine wines, totaling 9,000 jin.
The wines were mainly the quick-brewing types like [Blazing Flame], [Clear Spring], and [Firework], 2,000 jin of each, totaling 6,000 jin.
There were also other quick-brewing wines:
[Ice] and [Bitter Water], [Green Vine] also increased cultivation;
These three wines also increased cultivation with effects similar to [Blazing Flame], with only slight differences in taste and preferred attributes.
[Flowing Water] and [Deep Pool] also expanded meridians;
[Smoke] and [Cold Stove] tempered the body.
Although the names seemed rustic and domestic.
These latter four types of wine, due to their longer fermentation time, had slightly better effects than [Clear Spring] and [Firework].
However, this slight difference, if put in the martial world, would definitely prompt major sects to snatch them,
Even to the point of killing people to silence them.
"Yuzhi, are you sure these wines have such effects?"
Song Que, who had been called over by Song Yuzhi to distribute the goods, heard this with excitement but also a hint of disbelief.
"Father, actually, these wines are not the best. The best is the medicinal wine that His Highness keeps privately.
However, the quantity of medicinal wine is scarce, and only members of the Great Sui imperial family are qualified to enjoy it."
As she spoke, Song Yuzhi licked her lips.
It was clear she was reminiscing about the deliciousness of the medicinal wine brewed by Yang Hong.
Fragrant and with an endless aftertaste.
Moreover, the spiritual energy contained in the medicinal wine was far greater than in those quick-brewing fine wines.
"Gulp~"
Song Yuzhi, who was getting more and more craving, even swallowed her saliva.
"Heh heh, I've lost my composure. The wine brewed by His Highness is truly too good."
Saying this, Song Yuzhi quickly changed the subject.
While the others exchanged glances, they also felt a sense of anticipation.
"Uncle, please distribute these fine wines. Distribute them as you see fit."
"Father, Third Uncle, let me show you something good."
Pointing to the carts carrying wine in the small plaza of the Song family, Song Yuzhi waved her hand and had Song Lu handle the distribution.
She then pulled Song Que and called out to Song Zhi, heading towards other carts.
"These are high-yield crops, specifically cultivated by the royal family. Their yield is 30% higher than those promoted outside."
"Hiss~ Thirty percent! Niece, are you telling the truth?"
Song Zhi was the first to lose his composure. As the person in charge of the Song family's businesses and land, he knew the yield of ordinary crops and the yield of the high-yield crops being promoted.
This made him even more astonished.
"Don't worry, Third Uncle. I personally planted them in the imperial palace, and all of them far exceeded the external yield. Some of them are even varieties not found outside."
Song Yuzhi guaranteed with a confident smile.
"With these seeds, there will be no more famine in the world. The Great Sui dynasty will prosper for ten thousand years."
Hearing Song Yuzhi's confirmation, Song Zhi couldn't help but sigh.