369. Please embark on the journey. (19)

The group glanced at the squad leader, then at Young Master Wei, knowing perfectly well that they had overheard their conversation.

Choosing at this point was really not worthwhile, but none of them wanted to offend anyone, so they all lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, remaining silent.

Every year, within the royal city, there are always a few government officials who are devoured by evil spirits, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Seeing the few people who remained silent and pretended not to hear, he felt a little annoyed.

There's also the idea of ​​taking all the credit and standing out from the crowd.

He thought to himself, 'What's a little hardship? They won't dare kill me, will they? My achievements are beyond question.'

Without further hesitation, he rushed out immediately.

The foreman looked at Young Master Wei acting alone, his face turning ashen. He felt a sliver of hope that this man was finished, and a hint of anger at the man's disregard for him.

Not wanting to get into trouble, they involuntarily retreated.

The others remained silent, as if they hadn't seen anything. They'd all lived long enough; survival was their priority.

Young Master Wei strode out, dressed in a yamen runner's uniform, holding his hundred-refined sword in his left hand, displaying a majestic and powerful gait.

Walking so majestically alone on the vast, empty street, I'm sure I'll earn a good reputation among those sheltered young ladies.

If this gets into a brothel, it will make a great name for you. You'll probably have a good reputation in the future, which isn't bad. With some effort at home, hehe.

His expression gradually hardened, becoming serious. He strode over and angrily shouted, "You scoundrel, stop right now!"

They dared to commit violence in broad daylight.

"Why don't you just surrender and beg for leniency?"

They would stop advancing beyond three zhang (approximately 10 meters), maintaining a posture of utmost caution, valuing their lives and prepared to flee at any moment if things went wrong.

'My son, my son.'

A woman emerged from the inner courtyard, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a ferocious smile, a fat body, large ears, and a powerful build. She looked at her son, who was lying on the ground, almost unconscious from the pain, with an extremely cold gaze.

While crying out in heartache, she looked around and saw that her master was doing the same thing, and suddenly her heart was filled with desolation.

In the distance, the constables, preparing to apprehend the murderer, suddenly felt emboldened and shouted, "You bunch of good-for-nothings! Kill this man immediately! Look what he's done to my son! Kill him now!"

Then he whispered to the servant beside him, "Where is Miss? Has Miss returned?"

The servant quickly replied, "Madam, we've already gone to fetch him. He should be back soon. Please don't worry, Madam."

With a 'smack', the servant was sent flying, his head slamming directly into the stone lion with tremendous force.

With a loud bang, blood was everywhere, and his head was dented in the ground. It was clear he wouldn't survive.

The servants and maids behind him all took a few steps back, not daring to look at the unconscious servant. He was probably dead; red and white blood were scattered all over the ground.

"Useless thing. You call someone and they never come back for ages. What's the point of keeping them around?" the lady said in a cold voice.

Silence fell immediately.

"There's been a murder over there! Go and arrest them!" He Chen said solemnly to the righteous constable in front of him.

Young Master Wei was stunned for a moment. Clearly, this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation, but it was the first time he had faced it alone.

Quick-witted, he said sternly, "That was their servant's private matter, and their household officials would handle it. You killed someone in the street; your crime is unforgivable. Put down your weapon and surrender!"

"I see, good!" He nodded.

In an instant, a sharp sound rang out as the blade sliced ​​through the air, incomparably sharp and fast as lightning. As the blade fell, a head flew off, and blood splattered everywhere like a red spray, a breathtakingly beautiful sight!

With a clang, the precious sword fell to the ground. It had never been drawn from the beginning, and now it was covered in dust.

Looking at the dead Young Master Wei, the foreman sneered inwardly, 'Young Master Wei of the capital, what a prestigious title.'

The Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince is someone you can't afford to offend, but you're not a real young master either.

He chose to die, disobeyed his elders' orders, and acted on his own; he only has himself to blame.

Without realizing it, they automatically took a few steps back, not daring to make a sound.

The people behind them gasped inwardly, relieved by their own cleverness, and a faint smile appeared on their faces.

"You're incredibly audacious! You're dead! How dare you kill an official in the street!" Madam Hou sneered, her icy gaze like that of a venomous snake as she looked at the young man who had chosen his own death.

To kill them all in the street—what face would the government have left? It would surely be a fight to the death.

A sliver of blade light shot out, so fast it was almost blinding. The blade flashed past the throat, and before anyone could react, they were already on the ground.

The ground was a bright red color, and it was slowly becoming soaked through.

The maids and servants behind them were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Looking around, there was silence and no one around. At this moment, this place seemed to be sealed off, and even birds could not fly across.

On the upper floor of a three-story wooden pavilion, there are elegant and luxurious red sandalwood tables and chairs, and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. The brushstrokes are soft and beautiful, and the style of the paintings is like a spring outing, which is truly a leisurely pleasure.

The magnificent hexagonal lamps are adorned with stunningly beautiful women, and the elegant curtains are embroidered with portraits of gorgeous women.

The delicate pastries, peach shortbread, candied fruit, and watermelon were arranged neatly and orderly.

Three exquisitely dressed women were laughing continuously. On the other side, four young men, each holding a folding fan, were dressed in gorgeous clothes, some wearing jade pendants, others carrying swords, with several pearls inlaid on the scabbards.

They chatted softly and absentmindedly, their eyes occasionally glancing at the three women in front of them. One of them wore a gorgeous long dress, made of red velvet embroidered with golden roses and a lifelike golden butterfly.

The other woman was also dressed in a long, golden silk dress, with a long hairpin inlaid with a red gemstone on her head, shimmering with dazzling light.

All three women were slender and graceful, with beautiful figures, and their eyes contrasted with each other.

However, one of the women was dressed rather simply, in a simple long dress, without any precious decorations on her head.

She whispered to the woman in red, "Sister Hou, you are so beautiful. No wonder Young Master Hou is so captivated. If I were a man, I would want to be with you every day."

Miss Red covered her mouth and chuckled, her smugness subtly concealed in her eyes. "My sister is truly natural and unadorned. If she were to dress up, she would surely captivate all those people opposite her."

After speaking, he smiled gently at the four elegant-looking people opposite him.

Although they had seen many beautiful women, the sight of three beauties together still stirred their excitement, causing them to shrink back in fear.

The other two women, with their slender fingers and smiling eyes, also looked at the four of them and chuckled.