Chapter 178 Is it feasible to strip like this?



Seeing that he was too ashamed to stay and eat any longer, Qin Minglang snorted and stood up.

"Your Highness, I am seriously injured and truly powerless. I humbly request Your Highness's ability to turn the tide and annihilate the rebels. Upon returning to the capital, I will certainly submit a memorial to the court, providing a detailed account of everything that has happened."

Jiang Qingwan gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.

"For the sake of your reputation, don't write about how you broke into a family's house and disturbed their married life, got beaten up, and then stepped in dog poop."

puff!

Su Liuer slapped the table and laughed loudly.

Qin Minglang pointed at Jiang Qingwan, about to reprimand her, but met Mo Yunhan's icy gaze.

Feeling guilty, he turned and left again.

Thinking bitterly to himself, regardless of whether the traitors were caught or not, the matter of the chariots would be enough to give Mo Yunhan a hard time once they returned to the capital.

At that moment, the street chief led a group of people into the council hall.

They pointed at Qin Minglang, who hadn't returned to his room yet, and were filled with righteous indignation.

"He is the street chief."

"Yes, he also said he was a general, that we couldn't afford to offend him, and that he was going to beat us up."

"This bastard has seen my wife's body completely naked."

Qin Minglang had a sudden thought and pointed in the direction of Mo Yunhan.

"It was all at the prince's request."

It's obvious they're trying to shift the blame elsewhere.

This time, however, a soldier stood up to refute him first.

“General Qin, His Highness sent you to investigate clues, not to show off your official power. You are the one who is not rigorous in your conduct, so how can you blame the prince?”

Many people echoed and criticized this.

Qin Minglang snorted coldly in anger, "You are only trying to smear me because you are afraid of the Ninth Prince. I will definitely report this matter to the Emperor."

He finished speaking and stormed off, his steps hurried as if he were being chased by a ghost.

The soldiers all defended Mo Yunhan, but the people didn't believe them and kept grumbling, demanding that the street chief intervene.

"Why should they live in our village?"

"That's right, they've disturbed our lives and even killed the guards we hired. Let's go to the yamen and demand an explanation."

...

Mo Yunhan's eyes grew colder.

His body radiated an overwhelming chilling aura, and he was about to order everyone to be arrested when Jiang Qingwan suddenly grabbed his wrist and spoke first.

The voice was gentle and intimidating, making the listener feel exceptionally comfortable.

“There is a serious problem with the feng shui of your village. If I am not mistaken, it has been three years since you have had a son.”

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly.

She was clearly right.

The man, unable to contain himself after his wife's body was seen naked, stepped forward hastily.

"Girl, you can tell fortunes? Is it because of the feng shui of this village that I can't have children?"

Jiang Qingwan fixed her gaze on his face.

This person's children's palace is dim and lackluster, but there are two small whirlpools that flicker on and off.

“You had two children, but neither of them were born.”

The man's eyes immediately reddened upon hearing this.

He then knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Fairy Maiden, please give me your guidance."

The street chief, who was standing nearby, suddenly tapped his cane.

"Dongzi, get up."

Dongzi wanted to say something more, but he was clearly afraid of the street chief, yet he still whispered unwillingly, "My wife really did lose two children."

Jiang Qingwan wasn't in a hurry; she looked at the street chief.

"Your daughter-in-law is about to give birth, isn't she?"

The village chief said in a deep voice, "The doctor has examined it and confirmed it's a boy, so there's nothing wrong with the feng shui of our village."

Jiang Qingwan shook her head.

"Your forehead is shrouded in dark energy; there is bound to be bloodshed in your family, child..."

"How dare you curse my grandson!"

The street chief, enraged, swung his cane, ready to rush over and strike, but Su Liuer grabbed his arm.

Just then, another man ran in from outside, crying loudly.

"Father, Father, something has happened to Xiaoyun, you must go and see her quickly."

The street chief's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

"Wasn't everything fine last night?"

The man pointed at Mo Yunhan and the others, glaring angrily, "It must be these people who broke into the village and startled Xiaoyun. If anything happens to my son, I'll fight you to the death."

The street chief also thought it made sense.

“If something really happens, I will take everyone in the village to the capital to file a complaint with the emperor.”

He made those harsh words and then quickly walked out.

Jiang Qingwan still offered a reminder.

“The child has only one hour to live; after that, even a miracle worker can’t save him.”

The villagers all followed the village chief.

Dongzi hesitated and lagged behind, glancing back at Jiang Qingwan as if he wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing.

Having witnessed Jiang Qingwan's abilities, Su Liuer couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is there really a problem with the feng shui of this house? Is it true that the old man's grandson can only live for an hour?"

Others also curiously peered over.

Jiang Qingwan said, "We'll see soon enough. After you've eaten, send a team to replace the brothers on the city wall. They've been on duty all night."

After she finished speaking, she tugged at Mo Yunhan's sleeve.

"Come back to the house with me."

Mo Yunhan coughed softly, his ear tips turning slightly red, and added with a stern face.

"I will do as the Princess Consort says."

Su Liuer stood on tiptoe and joined in the commotion, which caused many soldiers to join in as well.

Inside the side room, Qin Minglang stomped his feet in anger.

He thought the villagers would make a scene, but he was quickly dismissed with just a few words.

He turned back to his desk and picked up another sheet of Xuan paper.

"They insulted court officials, the leadership was flawed, and they even used superstitious beliefs about feng shui to bewitch and curse the people..."

He wrote down everything, one incident after another.

Meanwhile, Mo Yunhan followed Jiang Qingwan back to her room, about to ask her what her plans were.

Jiang Qingwan closed the door and pulled him by the sleeve, leading him into the inner room.

"Go to bed and take off your clothes."

Mo Yunhan's handsome face flushed instantly, but he didn't stop walking and obediently let her pull him down onto the bed.

Her cold lips pursed, and she managed to utter four words.

"It's already dawn."

"It won't bother you."

Jiang Qingwan replied without even looking up.

She brought a lot of talismans with her when she came this time.

She even brought her alchemy furnace.

He took the furnace from his bundle and placed it by the bedside. Seeing that Mo Yunhan had not yet undressed, he frowned.

"Hurry up and take it off."

Mo Yunhan vaguely felt that things might not be as he thought.

He pointed to the furnace.

What are you going to do to me?

Jiang Qingwan stood with her hands on her hips, looking annoyed.

"You still have the nerve to ask me? I saved you on Xuanling Mountain, and you promised me silver in the palace, but I haven't seen a single tael. Now I've come all the way to Qingfeng Village for you. The feng shui situation is hard to break right now, so I have to draw some spiritual energy back to protect myself, right? Otherwise, when that old man comes looking for someone to save his grandson, you can go and save him?"

Mo Yunhan raised an eyebrow slightly.

His large, well-defined hand slowly rose and landed on the belt around his waist. With a gentle tug, he placed it beside the bed.

The loosened outer and inner layers revealed a sexy collarbone at the neckline.

His dark eyes were fixed on Jiang Qingwan, unblinking. Then, he pulled open his shirt completely, revealing the powerful and domineering masculine aura beneath his scars.

"Is it acceptable for me to strip like this?"

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