Although Ji Yan only said a few words lightly, Shen Jiao could now somewhat understand the tyrant's unspoken meaning.

Does this mean that the Marquis of Anbo's family is arrogant? "It's all thanks to me. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll not only destroy you, but also your ancestral graves."

Without saying a word, Ji Yan threw Shen Qingye away, and under the shocked gazes of everyone, she swaggered away from Feng Yu Lai with Shen Jiao in her arms.

No sooner had the three left than Mu Yang stormed into the inn, yelling at the mess in the room, "Where's that pretty boy in black? Where is he? Come out here and face your death!"

His joy, which had been as bright as spring, vanished the moment he found Chen Yu on the road. Suddenly, all the flowers withered and the grass and trees died, and he felt he would never be happy again.

The waiter, who was cleaning up the debris from the pillar, glanced at Mu Yang and sized up her height and weight. Sigh, it's a good thing she arrived late, otherwise she would have been another big radish destined to be kicked away.

When everyone saw Mu Yang, they all fell silent. It's not that they were heartless; they had overheard some gossip and gleaned a lot of information from it, such as the fact that the pretty boy who liked to pull people's radishes was of very high status and didn't even put Marquis Anbo in his eyes.

And the girl who was thrown away earlier wasn't actually the heiress of the Marquis of Anbo, and it seems her brother doesn't care much about his younger sister? Wow, this is a secret of a wealthy family. It's rare to hear such gossip, it's quite exciting.

So, everyone started speculating, naturally assuming that Ji Yan and her group had come to stand up for the real young lady. Otherwise, why didn't they kick them? Why did they only kick Shen Qingye and his sister?

Therefore, it seems best to remain silent when dealing with Mu Yang. The world of martial arts and high-ranking officials are a tangled mess. Most importantly, although the pretty boy only threw and kicked people from beginning to end, everyone here is an expert and knows whether he can win or not.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Mu Yang became even more furious and grabbed the cleaning staff, demanding, "Where is he?"

The waiter almost cried from the scolding, "Great, great hero, I didn't know!"

Mu Yang glared angrily: "If you don't tell the truth, believe me, I'll break your legs!"

The waiter's legs went weak and he knelt down, his face ashen, begging for mercy.

Suddenly, a figure in official robes flashed through the doorway. The newcomer was the magistrate of Rongcheng. He had just heard the shopkeeper Feng Yulai's report and couldn't wait to get up from his concubine. He had so many things to do today that he didn't even have time to be intimate with his beloved concubines.

First, a group of bandits, carrying stolen goods, walked right into his trap, even lying to him that it was someone important who had come. He almost laughed his head off. How could such a noble person condescend to entrust such an important task of doing good and saving people to bandits? It was simply absurd.

These bandits lied without even trying, so he scoffed and simply threw them in jail, hoping to report a victory in their bandit suppression efforts.

After dealing with the matter, he quickly stripped naked and returned to bed. He was cuddling with his newly acquired concubine when Feng Yulai's waiter rushed in, saying that something terrible had happened: the young lady of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion had been thrown away.

His official hat was in jeopardy! He rolled out of bed, and while he was halfway through putting on his clothes, another waiter came in and said that the young master of the White Python Pavilion had been thrown away.

Holy crap! His life was in danger. He quickly put on his pants, when another waiter came running in, saying that the second young master of the Marquis of Anbo's mansion had been kicked away.

This is outrageous! Isn't this going to kill him? The magistrate received three death notices in succession, his hair was already soaked with cold sweat, and he wished he could throw the culprit into a cauldron of boiling oil.

As a result, the magistrate was immediately confronted by Young Master Mu Yang of the Sword Casting Manor upon arriving at Fengyulai. He was at his wit's end and quickly smiled apologetically, "Young Master Mu, please calm down. What has upset you? Tell me, and I will give you an explanation."

Upon seeing the magistrate, Mu Yang disregarded the waiter and blurted out the whole story, determined to beat the young man in black into a pulp.

He sneered, "If the magistrate cannot give Miss Yu'er a satisfactory explanation, my Sword Forging Manor will also give the magistrate a good talking-to."

"Of course, of course." The magistrate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hair turning white with anxiety. "Please rest assured, Young Master Mu, once I have apprehended this man, I will bring him to justice."

"No need, just hand the person over to me." Mu Yang didn't trust the magistrate. Money talks, and if the pretty boy was rich, the magistrate might switch sides.

Furthermore, bringing him to justice is not enough; he wants to personally chop off that person's hand to avenge Yu'er!

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Mu Yang's eyes.

...

Meanwhile, the troublemaking trio had already gone far away.

Shen Jiao looked puzzled and leaned close to the tyrant, asking in a low voice, "Your Majesty, shall we not stay at Fengyulai?"

Although Ji Yan kicked several large radishes in a row, she was still in a bad mood. "Who would live in this filthy, run-down place? Look how clever she is at taking over other people's homes. Can't you have any standards? How can you live in a place like that!"

"Then I can't just take away that Miss Shen Jiao's job because we share the same name."

Shen Jiao was increasingly unable to understand the tyrant's thought process, especially when she encountered Shen Qingye. Ji Yan's anger seemed to suddenly reach its peak. Could it be that when they were young and impetuous, the Second Young Master Shen stole the tyrant's childhood sweetheart and first love?

Besides, why can't she stay at the place where Shen Yu is staying? I heard that Feng Yu Lai is considered a five-star hotel in Rongcheng. It's so expensive, the bed must be very soft, right?

Seeing this, Liang Heng, who had been following behind, couldn't stand the two idiots' conversation any longer and took the initiative to add fuel to the fire, "Sister Chen, what is His Majesty's status? How could he not have a place to stay? You are favored by His Majesty, so naturally you have a better place to rest than Feng Yulai."

Shen Jiao's features were wrinkled. Favor? What kind of favor is this that would ruin her reputation like this? This favor is too noisy; she'd rather not have it.

But she couldn't say that aloud, so she could only thank him gently and obediently, and then ask, "Since we're not staying here, why are we going to the Fengyulai Inn, Your Majesty?"

The inn is in the north, and now we're heading straight south. It's really far; my feet are blistered from walking so much.

Ji Yan glared at her with a dark expression: "Looking for trouble?"

Shen Jiao was speechless at this answer. You really do all sorts of bad things with a clear conscience. She asked curiously, "What did Second Young Master Shen do to displease His Majesty?"

Ji Yan: "What kind of good-for-nothing is this, calling himself Second Young Master Shen?"

Shen Jiao immediately changed her tune: "Then, how did this good-for-nothing Shen offend His Majesty?"

Strangely enough, she found it a bit difficult to pronounce "Second Young Master Shen," but she was inexplicably happy to hear "Shen the Good-for-Nothing." Oh no, it hasn't been long, and her character has already been corrupted by the tyrant.

Shen Jiao waited for a while but didn't hear a reply. She looked up and found Ji Yan staring straight at her. His gaze was different from his usual gloomy look; it seemed to show more pity.

It's not the kind of pity I feel for you because I like you, but rather the kind of pity I feel because you're so pitiful and you're being bullied by an incompetent fool.

Upon noticing that the hamster's fur was standing on end, Ji Yan patted the top of her head and said, "Because he's ugly."

Shen Jiao: "..." Will Shen Qingye's ugliness spread? Make you go looking for trouble from afar?

"And what about Chen Yu?" Although I couldn't see her face clearly, judging from her back, she should be a graceful and beautiful woman.

The tyrant asked in confusion, "Who is Chenyu?"