They glanced at Zheng Quchi, recognized her as a third-rank official, and said angrily, "Sir, please step aside. We're going to fight those bastards from Nanlin Garden!"
"ah?"
As she looked on in confusion, the honest-looking middle-aged men tightened the headscarves binding their foreheads, then passed her and rushed off toward the path.
Zheng Quchi was hesitating whether she should get involved. These people came from Hualin Garden and might become her future subordinates. It didn't seem right to just let them go like this.
So she followed them.
"No, guys, who are you going to fight? Can we calm down first? Let's talk things over. Don't be impulsive."
"This is none of your business, get out of the way!"
“I can’t just ignore this. Even if you’re going to fight, you’d better bring some weapons. What if you’re all empty-handed and full of anger, and you can’t beat them?” she suggested.
This reverse persuasion worked, and they did stop: "Yes, we need to get our weapons."
Seeing them turn around and prepare to go back to find weapons, Zheng Quchi said again, "Can you tell me why you fought with the people from Nanlin Garden? I have manpower. If you can't beat them, I can call people to help you!"
Upon hearing this, they all looked at Zheng Quchi with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
She was wearing a dark blue official robe with blue-gray trim today. She was of medium height, and at first glance, I thought she was a man, but upon closer inspection, her features were quite delicate, with red lips and white teeth, making her look like a woman.
But that's impossible. There's no such thing as a woman wearing official robes. He must just look like a woman.
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