After hearing this, everyone realized what was going on and echoed, "Yes, we killed all the bandits back then, how can we be so cowardly and afraid of trouble!"

"Yes, let's go out and fight them. Judging from their voices, there are only about ten of them. We have about a hundred of us. We could kill them with a flick on the forehead!"

And just like that, without Xu Jinhuan saying anything, the people in the temple rushed out in a grand procession, while Xu Jinhuan, who was in charge, was left like a spectator watching a play.

Xu Jinhuan followed slowly behind the crowd. After leaving the dilapidated temple, he saw a group of people dressed as constables, holding swords and driving the crowd away.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Don't get in my young master's way!"

At the same time, he didn't forget to arrogantly raise his noble head and look down on people.

"Don't think you're in charge just because you outnumber us. Go out and ask around to see who's in charge of Tongqiao County! If you don't get out of here obediently, believe me, you'll regret it!"

After the constable finished speaking, he raised his face again, and his two dark nostrils reappeared in front of everyone, with snotty nose hairs sticking out of them as if no one else was around.

Xu Jinhuan frowned upon seeing this, then casually picked up a scallion from the hand of someone next to him, strode forward, and stuffed the scallion directly into the constable's nostril.

Stick a scallion in a pig's nose, let's see if you dare to pretend to be innocent again!

"ah!"

Before the constables could react, Xu Jinhuan was right in front of them. Then they felt a sharp pain in their noses, followed by a bloody smell mixed with the smell of onions that rushed into their throats.

The constable swallowed a mouthful of bloody water that tasted like scallions, and covered his nose.

"She attempted to assassinate a government constable in public! Everyone, seize her!"

When the people in the exile group saw Xu Jinhuan use scallions to commit violence, they were stunned. They really didn't expect that scallions could hurt people these days.

Upon hearing the constable's words, they all rushed to Xu Jinhuan's vicinity. Kong Duiyue, in particular, moved with a speed that a patient could hardly match, standing beside Xu Jinhuan.

Although he didn't detect any experts among the people opposite him, he remained very vigilant.

"If you want to capture Miss Xu, then you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"Yes, if you want to catch them quickly, then step over my dead body!"

The plump aunt was the first to rush over, besides Kong Duiyue. She stretched out her hands to block Xu Jinhuan and shouted loudly to the constables.

The others followed closely behind, protecting Xu Jinhuan firmly in the middle of the crowd.

"That's right, if you want to hurt Boss Xu, then you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

"Don't think you can act tough just because you're constables. I've seen all kinds of high-ranking officials over the years. All you can do is fool powerless commoners!"

"That's right! When I was meeting the Emperor, they were probably still playing in the mud somewhere!"

After everyone finished speaking, they looked the constable and the well-dressed young master behind him up and down, then clicked their tongues in disdain, looking down on him.

These words and actions truly intimidated the constables. They exchanged glances and silently sheathed their knives.

The constable with the scallion stuck in his nose thought he was going to have to swallow this bitter pill, so he glared at Xu Jinhuan in the crowd with resentment.

"Young master, these people seem to have some skills. Should we..." A constable approached the young master and whispered.

Unexpectedly, the young master simply flicked his folding fan away and fanned himself in a seemingly elegant manner.

The fan he was fanning only brought hot air that felt like it was burning, causing him to cough and flick the fan back.

"You bunch of idiots, don't go out and say you're my father's men. You're utterly foolish, actually being so easily fooled by these people."

The constables looked at each other, then scratched their heads in unison. Had they been tricked?

I don't think so.

Has the young master gone mad from reading too much?

The young master glanced at the constables with disdain. How did his father manage to gather this bunch of cowardly and brainless good-for-nothings together?

Alas, life is truly as lonely as snow!

As the young man pondered this, he subconsciously flicked his fan again, the hot air forcing him back to his senses.

"Ahem, ahem, there is one thing these people are right about: they are from the capital."

The constables were even more bewildered after hearing this. These people were all from the capital, so there was nothing wrong with them thinking about taking a step back. After all, taking a step back would open up a whole new world, and they couldn't afford to offend the important people in the capital!

Is the young master really so bookish that he's gone stupid?

Seeing the constables' expressions, the young master understood perfectly what they were thinking. He sighed helplessly, thinking, "They're hopeless cases."

"Listen carefully, I'm only saying one thing!"

A constable asked in confusion, "Then what do you mean, young master?"

The young master waved his hand dismissively, "How could you possibly understand? People who have been in contact with high-ranking officials generally don't leave the capital in groups. If they do, there's only one possibility..."

A constable quickly chimed in, shouting, "I, I, I know! They've gone on a long journey together!"

The young master had initially held a sliver of hope, but after hearing these words, he picked up his folding fan and threw it at them.

"Fool, what do you mean by 'traveling far away'? That's just confiscation of property and exile!"

"ah?"

"ah?!"

The constables looked at each other, wondering if they had been deceived if what the young master said was true.

But that doesn't make sense either.

“Young master, who gets their property confiscated and exiled, yet still gets to eat well, dress well, and ride in a carriage? Don’t try to fool me, I’m not very educated.” A constable suddenly spoke up.

The veins on the young master's forehead were about to burst. "It's you again, Liu Youcai! When you're doing other things, why aren't you so quick to react? But when you're contradicting me, you're two against one!"

Liu Youcai, completely oblivious to the sarcasm in the young master's words, replied with remarkable insensitivity, "Hehe, thank you for the compliment, young master. I will definitely continue to work hard in the future!"

The young master angrily shouted, "I didn't praise you!"

Liu Youcai then realized that the young master was angry, and quietly shut his mouth.

Only then did the young nobleman have time to turn and look at the exile procession.

Actually, he didn't quite understand either. Logically speaking, these people must have suffered a lot on their way from the capital to Jizhou. They should all be emaciated and pale, but why are they so oily-faced and plump?

Moreover, those bailiffs wearing official boots should, in theory, be difficult to approach even if they weren't fierce and menacing. How come they're getting along so well with their fellow exiles, calling each other brothers?

This is very strange, extremely strange!

There must be something fishy going on here. If he helps his father find out the reason and reports it to higher-level officials, his father, who has been a county magistrate for decades, might get a promotion.

Thinking of this, a fierce fighting spirit blazed in the young master's eyes.