Hua Rong found a restaurant to eat at, but as soon as he sat down, he felt two burning, disgusting gazes.

She remained completely still, only stroking the white king who was sitting on the ground, which was enough to rub against her cheek.

Seeing that its fur was dirty, she said with a pang of heartache, "I'll give you a bath later."

The White King seemed to understand, letting out a soft "Aww" to indicate his resistance.

"Good boy!" Hua Rong pinched its droopy ears and said with a smile.

As the footsteps approached, the previously leisurely White King suddenly stood up, let out a "woof," and looked at the person coming!

Because of Bai Wang's sudden outburst, the once noisy restaurant immediately quieted down.

"Hey! Young man, bringing a wolf here isn't a good idea, is it? What if it scares someone?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Rong finally raised her head.

The speaker was a seemingly refined young man, but Hua Rong knew from his eyes that he was not a good person.

Before Hua Rong could speak, one of the young man's henchmen said viciously, "Yeah, where do you think this is? This is Xuanjing. If this beast offends a nobleman, you'll probably lose your life too!"

Another henchman chimed in, "Yeah, the animal's pelt looks really clean. We could even make a vest out of it. Kid, why don't you sell it to us?"

Hua Rong's expression remained unchanged; he simply stood up and led Bai Wang out of the restaurant.

The three people who had spoken earlier also went out.

Shen Yao frowned when he saw this scene from upstairs.

He always felt that the boy gave off a dangerous vibe.

"That must be Yang Bing, the youngest son of the Minister of War. He's certainly arrogant enough!"

"Oh, it's him. I heard he's into men..."

"That young man was quite handsome, almost effeminate, and very cold. It seems this young master Yang is about to win the heart of another beauty."

"Hahaha……"

As Shen Yao went downstairs, he heard what these people were saying, and his brows furrowed even more.

He observed silently and noticed that most of those who spoke were noblemen, while the common people could only show resentment and worry...

This country is sick, terminally ill!

Shen Yao's face grew increasingly grim. He strode towards the outside of the restaurant; he couldn't ignore what he had witnessed.

However, we cannot take direct action, otherwise it will implicate the family.

Hua Rong led Bai Wang further and further into the remote area, while the group behind them seemed to become increasingly excited.

When they reached the entrance of an alley where there was hardly anyone around, Hua Rong stopped, turned around and looked at the group, and said coldly, "You've been following me for quite some time now, is there something you need?"

Seeing Hua Rong like this, Yang Bing became more and more excited: "Hehe, this young master has taken a liking to you. As long as you spend one night with me, all of this will be yours!" As he spoke, he took a money bag from his follower's hand.

"Judging from your simple clothes, you must have suffered a lot. There's plenty of gold in here."

Hua Rong smiled, a shyness unique to young men appearing on his face: "Who are you?"

Yang Bing thought the other party's attitude had softened, and laughed loudly: "My father is Yang Jian, the Minister of War. Our Yang family and the Qin family are related by marriage! If the Qin family knew, they would know that the Qin family is the maternal family of the most favored Consort Zhao!"

Yang Bing could certainly force Hua Rong, but he preferred obedient boys.

That way you can do so many different things!

"Of course—" Hua Rong was about to draw the soft sword wrapped around her waist. In the instant she lowered her eyes, she was filled with murderous intent. Just as she was about to make her move, a noisy sound suddenly came.

"Oh dear, Little Ears' second grandfather has a fever!"

"The doctor said I'm going to die!"

"I also overheard that it was something like a plague!"

"Oh my god, no wonder so many people here have been sick lately, it's a plague! Let's get out of here quickly!"

Hua Rong's eyes flashed, she withdrew her hand, and rushed towards Yang Bing: "Oh dear, Young Master Yang, please save me! I've been living in your heart for so long, have I caught the plague too—"

Hua Rong looked at the group of people who were running faster than rabbits, a hint of mockery on his face.

If it weren't for the need to avoid arousing suspicion from the Qin family, these people wouldn't have been able to leave even if they wanted to.

Footsteps sounded, and Hua Rong looked up to see a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old walking out from around the corner.

He was dressed in fine clothes and had an outstanding presence.

Hua Rong raised an eyebrow. This person gave her a feeling that was both strange and familiar, as if... the soul inside this body was older than this.

Shen Yao felt uneasy under Hua Rong's gaze, but quickly suppressed his suspicion and said gently to Hua Rong, "You should leave quickly, and it's best to stay away from Yang Bing, he..."

Shen Yao racked his brains, trying to figure out how to describe Yang Bing without frightening the boy.

However, he quickly relaxed, realizing that the boy's quick reaction just now clearly showed that he was a smart person.

So he told the truth: "Yang Bing is a homosexual, and he may have ulterior motives towards you, so you should leave quickly."

Hua Rong knew that it was this boy who had scared Yang Bing away.

She remained silent for a while, then turned and climbed onto the high wall next to her, squatted down on it, and looked down at Shen Yao.

Shen Yao looked up, his whole demeanor as serene as a gentle breeze and a bright moon, showing no anger whatsoever, clearly unconcerned about being looked down upon.

Hua Rong said, "Yang Bing might cause trouble for the people living here."

Shen Yao smiled, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Don't worry, he has no chance."

Hua Rong raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the young man in front of her had ensured that Yang Bing would never have the chance to cause her any trouble again.

"If that's the case, then why did you tell me to leave?"

Shen Yao was taken aback, then smiled.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

Hua Rongmo thought the boy's ability to lie through his teeth was truly impressive: "Alright, anyway, thank you!"

After Hua Rong left, Shen Yao also turned and left.

Neither of them paid much attention to this encounter; it was just a chance meeting, and they were simply helping each other out.

"Oh my god, let's hurry back and take a bath! There's a plague in that place!"

"ah!"

Yang Bing and his group were still complaining when they were suddenly suspended in mid-air and then plummeted downwards.

On their way back, they came across a huge hunting pit!

A group of more than ten people, including the guards that Yang Jian had assigned to Yang Bing, all fell into this huge pit!

Before they could figure out who it was, something was suddenly poured over their heads!

"ah!"

"It's boiling oil!"

"Who is it?! Ahhh! Do you even know who I am?! Ah!"

The screams below went unheeded as pots of scalding oil were poured into the pit until all sound ceased.

"Thank you, young master!"

Shen Yao helped the old man who was kneeling on the ground to his feet. All three of his sons had died in Yang Bing's bed.

Yang Bing's three wives were also raped by his men.

A family was destroyed and its members died.

Not only him, but everyone else present also had a deep-seated hatred for the Yang family.

Shen Yao felt exhausted and distressed. The faces of people who, even after avenging their families, could not find joy, deeply moved him.

For the first time, he wondered if this country could really be saved.