The questioning sounded faint and quiet in the bustling city, like a stagnant pool that couldn't stir up any ripples.

The young man in brocade robes laughed as if he had heard a ridiculous joke: "You're just showing off your courage for a moment. If I said my name, I'd scare you to death! In this capital, there's no one who wouldn't give me face."

"You, a mere commoner, dare to meddle in my affairs. Today, I will teach you a lesson and show you that you are not someone you can afford to offend."

After the boy finished speaking, he made a gesture towards Cheng Qingyan and the others. Then, the four attendants standing behind him surrounded Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu.

After all, on the street, onlookers dared not lend a hand, but that didn't stop them from watching the excitement.

Cheng Qingyan dared not be overconfident. After all, there are always stronger opponents out there, and she dared not underestimate them. What if the bodyguards in Kyoto were more capable?

So when fighting these people, she used at least 70% of her strength to protect Ye Lingyu and the beaten boy behind her.

To her surprise, these people weren't very capable fighters, and she took care of them easily in no time.

After dealing with the four attendants, she strode toward the young man in brocade robes with a mischievous grin.

The boy was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, trying to maintain a facade of composure. In reality, his legs were trembling as he retreated.

The young man in brocade swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly: "Let me tell you, I am the eldest son of the Marquis of Jingyuan's family, the heir of the Marquis of Jingyuan. You can't hit me, or my father will not let you off!"

Cheng Qingyan scoffed, clearly not taking his words to heart: "Hey, kid, besides moving out of the Jingyuan Marquis's mansion, what else can you do? Haven't you forgotten your own name and how old you are? Hahaha."

The young man, perhaps never having been so disrespected before, became somewhat enraged and said, "How dare you! You actually dare to mock me, the young master! I am Feng Yishui of the Marquis of Jingyuan!"

"Remember my name, for I am destined to become a marquis. Now, I command you to kneel down and kowtow to me a hundred times, or I will not spare you!"

A marquis? She knew one too, but compared to the person in front of her, Shen Ziyu was still more adorable.

With a forceful push, she effortlessly sent the arrogant young master sprawling to the ground. He fell flat on his face, slapping the ground and scraping his cheek.

The young prince was helped up by his servants. He touched his bruised face in disbelief and looked at Cheng Qingyan with great anger. His eyes and expression showed great shock. He never thought that he would be looked down upon for mentioning the title of the young prince.

Not only was he looked down upon, but now he's been pushed to the ground and injured in the face by a complete stranger who clearly doesn't seem to have any powerful connections. If word gets out, how will he ever be able to go out in public again? What will people think of him?

If this matter isn't handled properly today, he might find himself vulnerable to being trampled on by just anyone in the future.

Ignoring the injuries on his face, he pointed at Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu, and his angry servants roared, "You audacious thieves, how dare you attempt to assassinate this young master in the street!"

"Are you all dead? How dare you let me, the young master, be humiliated like this! I bet you all have a death wish, what are you standing there for? Go and kill them!"

Then he yelled at the men around him, "If you don't kill them today, you'll be the ones who die! Get them now!"

Cheng Qingyan stepped back to shield Ye Lingyu and the child, unfazed by Feng Yishui's threat: "You're young, but you have quite the temper. Since Marquis Jingyuan won't discipline you, I'll take the trouble to teach you a lesson today." "I won't charge you much. You'll only pay me ten thousand taels of silver for a lesson. Isn't that cheap and a good deal?"

Feng Yishui angrily kicked the attendant beside him: "Useless trash, hurry up and kill her! If you kill her, I, the young master, will reward you with a thousand taels of silver!"

Hearing this, Cheng Qingyan frowned. It seemed like the amount was too small. This Feng Yishui actually had enough money to tip his servants a thousand taels, so his tuition fee of ten thousand taels didn't seem like much.

"I regret it, I regret it!" Just as the attendants were about to step forward, Cheng Qingyan waved his hand at them: "Wait a minute, I regret it."

Feng Yishui thought she was scared, so he straightened his back instantly and grinned, but the pain from the fall made him wince.

Although he was wincing in pain, it didn't stop him from mocking Cheng Qingyan: "I thought you had some confidence, but it turns out you're just afraid of my divine power. Now quickly kneel down and kowtow to me to admit your mistake, and send the woman next to you to my bed, and I might consider sparing your life."

"Otherwise, hehe."

He smiled wickedly, completely oblivious to Cheng Qingyan's cold expression, still lost in his own imagination, as if Cheng Qingyan had knelt down and begged for mercy.

Originally, Cheng Qingyan didn't want to lay a hand on him because he was young. Now, someone's practically begging for death.

A person's badness really has nothing to do with age.

Feng Yishui was still lost in his thoughts when Cheng Qingyan kicked him to the ground, looking at him with a cold gaze: "I regret it, I regret not killing you sooner."

Then, he stomped directly on Feng Yishui's leg. He used all his strength in that stomp, and a cracking sound was heard, followed by Feng Yishui's scream of pain.

Cheng Qingyan completely ignored his howling, his gaze sweeping over Feng Yishui's attendants one by one, finally settling on the servant who kept trying to help Feng Yishui up.

"You, go tell Marquis Jingyuan to bring 100,000 taels of silver to ransom him. Tell him he better hurry, or I can't guarantee where I'll step next."

He spoke in a calm and collected manner, yet his words sent chills down people's spines.

After receiving the order, the servant turned around and ran away in a panic, without even thinking of helping their young master back.

Cheng Qingyan's eyes were fierce, and he continued to press down on his feet. Feng Yishui's pig-like screams carried far through the bustling city.

"Alright, the person who went to ask for help has already gone to report the news. Now it's your turn."

"Who is making whom kneel down and beg for mercy? Who is making whom kowtow? Feng Yishui, you tell me yourself."

Feng Yishui lay on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. There was also a wet patch on the ground, whether from the pain causing him to lose control of his bladder or from fear, it was hard to tell.

With snot and tears streaming down his face, he begged for mercy, sobbing, "I was wrong, I'll never do it again. Please let me go, I'll kneel down, I'll kowtow. I beg you, just let me go like a fart."