Their resentful expressions only made the gang of thugs laugh.
In the private room on the second floor, the wealthy woman also looked at Jiang Shuwan with a mocking gaze.
"Oh dear, why would the county magistrate hire such people to help watch the shop? Look at them, all of them old and frail, what good are they?" A noblewoman's lips curled up slightly, her eyes full of contempt.
"Indeed, has the county princess lost her mind? A bunch of old men who've already stepped into their coffins, and some even have disabilities, I wouldn't even want them to feed my horses, let alone watch the shop. If you're going to hire anyone, hire some young and strong servants." Another noblewoman waved her silk handkerchief, her face full of disgust.
"I heard that the county magistrate is having some financial difficulties lately, and doesn't have the money to hire people?"
"If the county princess is short of money, she can just ask for it. We may not have much else, but we can lend her a few taels of silver. Don't you all agree?"
"Yes, yes, as long as the county magistrate asks, we will definitely give generously. The only problem is that the county magistrate is too proud to admit her mistake and suffer the consequences..."
As soon as he said that, everyone covered their hands with their handkerchiefs and laughed.
Guo Yaqin, in particular, laughed heartily, swaying from side to side with her laughter, looking like she was laughing so hard her stomach was about to burst.
If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they might think that Jiang Shuwan had such a bad reputation, but in the end, it was all because of interests.
Officials were putting Pei Yanzhi down in court, so Jiang Shuwan naturally wouldn't have an easy time either.
So what if she's a county princess? Princess Guo Yaqin is still here.
The ladies exchanged glances, each seeing the satisfaction in the other's heart.
Their laughter didn't last long before something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, a series of neat and powerful footsteps came from outside.
The footsteps approached from afar, carrying an unstoppable momentum. Then, a small squad of thirty or forty soldiers appeared at the entrance of Donglai Street.
Leading the group was a majestic young general, dressed in gleaming armor and wearing a powerful helmet, with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
He rode a tall warhorse, his posture upright and his presence imposing.
The soldiers behind him were all in high spirits, marching in unison, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
And there were actually three such teams.
The group consisted of over a hundred people, all led by a general, and none of them were very old.
They entered from three intersections of Donglai Street, and the spectacular scene drew the attention of those around them.
The once noisy and chaotic street instantly fell silent as people stopped to watch.
The three generals didn't seem to get along very well. When they saw each other, they frowned and looked surprised, clearly not expecting the other to appear.
In the next instant, a thought flashed through the mind of the tall and upright young general.
"Princess Jinzhu is truly shrewd!"
He cursed under his breath, but had no choice but to accept it.
Ignoring the various gazes of everyone—whether shocked, curious, or in awe—the young general walked straight into the Xianglu shop.
The young general's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the gang leader and his men.
His gaze was like a sharp sword, and the gang leader felt a chill run down his spine, an unprecedented fear instantly surging into his heart.
Before they could react, the young general stepped forward and slapped the gang leader so hard that his body arced through the air before crashing into the wall, blood splattering and several teeth flying out.
"vomit--"
The gang leader vomited a pool of dark blood as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Take it down!"
The young general waved his right hand, and the soldiers behind him rushed over like wolves and tigers. In no time, they beat the group of thugs until they were crying for their parents, and then threw them onto the street.
Fragrance shop.
Ignoring the mess on the ground, the young general knelt down on one knee and helped the old man who had fallen to the ground to his feet.
"Grandpa Zhuang, you've been wronged!"
"Young General!"
With tears in his eyes, Old Zhuangtou excitedly grasped the young general's hand.
They actually knew each other.
And this imposing young general actually called him Grandpa Zhuang...
After dealing with the thugs, the soldiers went on to arrest other people. Together with the other two generals and their men, half the street was soon packed with them.
Those who caused trouble or committed robbery were all caught and beaten black and blue, then left on the street.
There are very few people who, in the capital city, right under the emperor's nose, would lead a personal guard on an inspection tour and then beat someone in front of so many people.
"Isn't this the young general from one of the three great generals' mansions?"
Why are they here?
"I haven't heard of any connection between them and Princess Jinzhu."
Everyone stared in shock at the three young generals.
At the beginning of the Great Jing Dynasty, there were many generals who fought alongside the late emperor, but the one who is doing the best now is the old Marquis, the commander of the Imperial Guards.
However, even the old Marquis did not dare to easily provoke the three generals' mansions.
The three generals' mansions are known for their tough fists and straightforward tempers, showing no respect for anyone. Yet today, they all appeared on Donglai Street to help Jiang Shuwan catch the thief.
In the private room, everyone's expression changed, especially Guo Yaqin's.
The mansions of the three great generals are the envy of everyone...
Moreover, the eldest prince, Lee Seung-woo, lacked military support.
Guo Yaqin excitedly squeezed to the window, wanting to get a clear view of the situation.
On the street, the three young generals had surrounded a group of thugs. Stared at by their cold eyes, the thugs trembled with fear, and some even lost their minds.
At this point, the governor of Kyoto arrived late.
"Greetings, Three Young Generals. I am late, please forgive me!"
The prefect of Kyoto was also an old man of fifty years old. As soon as he arrived, he slid down to his knees at the feet of the young general who was supporting the old manor head, and kowtowed with tears in his eyes, begging for mercy.
"Young General, please forgive me!"
Of the three young generals, he was the most difficult to deal with.
The young general twirled the red spear in his right hand and looked at him coldly, "You are the Prefect of the Capital?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Are you in charge of the security in this area of Donglai Street?"
"I'll return, I'll return," the Kyoto Prefect said, trembling as he wiped away sweat.
"You ignored all the troublemakers on Donglai Street, but I, the general, have already arrested them all, and you're only just arriving late. I think you don't want to be the Prefect of the Capital anymore!"
"..."
Unable to hold back his tears, the Prefect of Kyoto burst into tears, clinging to the young general's legs and wailing loudly.
"Young General, you've been wronged! You've been wronged... The chaos on Donglai Street has been going on for a while now. Every shop on this street is a major taxpayer. I really wish I could lift them up, especially the county magistrate's shop. It's not that I don't want to manage it, it's that I dare not manage it..."
The elderly governor of Kyoto burst into tears, feeling wronged.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
What did he do to deserve this?
"Oh!"
The young general snorted coldly, staring at the thugs on the street who were so scared they wet themselves. He roughly knew the power behind these people and knew that they were not people that a small capital prefect would dare to provoke.
"Tell your master!"
"What the court does is none of my business, but this street is under the jurisdiction of the General of the State!"
"If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"
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