The woman in red pushed aside the crowd and laughed triumphantly, "Hmph! Let's see where you can run now."

Pushing aside the last person blocking their way, they were met with a man and a woman. The woman in red immediately pouted, "Oh dear, you've got the wrong people. It's not them, it's a man in a Taoist robe."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. The woman stamped her foot and cracked her whip: "A bunch of useless trash. Fine, I'll go find it myself."

Someone whispered, "The reward you mentioned, Miss Zhuang..."

"You arrested the wrong person and made me miss my chance, and you still dare to ask me for a reward?" The woman in red said, and with her whip she went deep into the crowd and pulled the man who had spoken in front of her. With a flick of her wrist, there was a "smack" and a bloody mark appeared on the man's face.

"Miss Zhuang, I was wrong, I was wrong! I don't want the reward anymore, I don't want it! Please forgive me!" The man knelt down and begged for mercy. The others quickly stepped back, afraid that they might be caught in the crossfire.

"Hmph!" The woman glanced at the two people standing there, her expression cold, and stormed off, cracking her whip in a huff.

Sighs arose again from the crowd only after the woman in red had disappeared from sight.

"This Miss Zhuang is so domineering; she's quick to hit and kill people."

"No, but her father is the city lord of Miluo City, who would dare to do anything to her?"

"From now on, stay away from this little devil! If you can't afford to offend her, can't you at least avoid her?"

Hearing the discussion in the crowd, Yan Chenghuan casually grabbed an uncle and asked, "Uncle, my sister and I are from Chen State doing business. We just saw that Miss Zhuang grabbing a man from Chen State. We are also from Chen State. Can you tell me about this Miss Zhuang?"

The uncle, who looked kind and gentle, shook his head upon seeing that the two seemed harmless. "Alas, it's a long story," he said. "This Miss Zhuang, whose full name is Zhuang Xiyue, is the only daughter of Zhuang Shengqi, the city lord of Miluo City. The city lord has no sons, only this daughter left by his ex-wife, so he spoiled her rotten. From a young age, Zhuang Xiyue was a master of fighting, often turning the streets upside down. She's like a bandit, doing everything—arson, murder, robbery, and violence. But since her father is the city lord, no one dared to do anything to her. However, ever since she acquired her cultivation talent, she's disdained to bother us commoners. We enjoyed a period of peace, but today, I don't know who provoked her, and she's turned this place upside down again. Sigh!!!"

The old man pointed to the garbage scattered all over the street and the shattered stall, sighing, "I finally managed to borrow money to set up this stall! Now it's all gone!"

Yan Chenghuan sighed along with her uncle, "Thank you, Uncle. We'll avoid her from now on." As she spoke, she secretly slipped a few pieces of silver into her uncle's hand.

After Uncle Zhi left, Zhang Xu stepped out from behind him and asked, "Why are you asking about this Zhuang Xiyue?"

Yan Chenghuan smiled and said, "He's an acquaintance. We haven't seen each other for many years, so of course I have to ask how my friend is doing!"

An acquaintance? Zhang Xu was full of questions. Miluo City was quite a distance from the capital of Chu. Yan Chenghuan had lived in the capital since he was a child and went to Chen when he was five years old. Moreover, Zhuang Xiyue looked about the same age as him. How could he have such an acquaintance? Besides, this person was not mentioned in the original work!

Just then, the sky darkened, the shops along the street began to close their doors, and the inns lit lanterns.

"What are you daydreaming about? It's getting dark, we need to find an inn to rest first." Yan Chenghuan turned around and looked at Zhang Xu, who was standing there in a daze, grabbed her wrist and walked towards the Chunfeng Inn not far away.

They had been traveling for months, encountering wolves and tigers along the way. Yan Chenghuan had even deliberately avoided crowded places. Now that they had finally entered the city, it was time to find a place to rest.

But why do the lights at that Spring Breeze Inn look so improper?