Upon hearing the words, Song Tingfan immediately let go of her, turned his head towards Zhou Fu'an, and said, "Clear the way."
Zhou Fu'an was still staring at Lin Qiao, somewhat surprised, but quickly turned his horse around to relay the message.
Soldiers were much rougher than officials; when the crowd refused to disperse, they simply pushed, and the citizens quickly became scared and moved aside.
The nearby food stall emerged, and as Song Tingfan was about to leave, the woman hurriedly rushed over, grabbed two buns, and ran towards the carriage.
Song Tingfan pursed his lips and quickly walked over; the child who had been lively and cursing him as a bad person now didn't even have the strength to eat the buns.
He instinctively picked him up, then tore the buns into pieces to feed him, worried he might choke, he gently patted his back.
The motion was practiced and natural.
