He wore a long robe, adorned with gold and jade, exuding an air of nobility.
He had a refined appearance, with only a mustache under his nose, making him look like a pampered gentleman.
Then a man in a green official robe got out of the car. Cheng Qingyan's first thought was, "The county magistrate."
The county magistrate was overweight, with a fleshy face, and was a greasy old man.
And it was easy to disguise. After getting off the bus, he even straightened the cuffs of his robe and dusted off non-existent dust.
His gaze was haughty, and he looked around with disdain and contempt.
Although it was unbearable to look at, Cheng Qingyan still had to put on a show.
"May I ask what brings these two gentlemen to my humble abode?"
The magistrate looked around, then waved to the constables and soldiers behind him: "That Cheng guy who resisted arrest, what's his name again? Seize him immediately. Anyone who disobeys will be punished for treason!"
Nobody paid any attention to Cheng Qingyan, and nobody took her seriously.
The servant beside the nobleman whispered a few words in his ear, and the nobleman immediately cast a scrutinizing glance at her.
The soldiers and yamen runners were about to rush into the courtyard when the wealthy gentleman stopped them, saying, "Wait, let me ask a few questions."
The magistrate glanced at him impatiently, said nothing, and flicked the sleeves of his official robe.
The wealthy gentleman stepped forward, looked Cheng Qingyan up and down, and asked, "Are you the one surnamed Cheng?"
Cheng Qingyan didn't flinch, her gaze meeting his directly: "So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"
The man's expression turned hostile: "Young man, don't be so reckless. Be careful what you say, or you might die without even knowing how."
Cheng Qingyan knew the visitor meant no good, and his expression changed. He sneered, "Oh? Do you perhaps know how you're going to die?"
The man narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous aura, but Cheng Qingyan was not afraid at all. The two engaged in a fierce battle of gazes in the air.
Now, Cheng Qingyan had some doubts that the person in front of her was Ye Zongzhi, her cheap father-in-law.
He and Ye Lingyu did share some similarities in their eyes and eyebrows, but he never revealed his identity, and Cheng Qingyan did not welcome him.
The air was still, and the wind around us was cold.
Finally, Ye Zongzhi gestured for the officers and soldiers to advance.
The magistrate waved his hand, and the people moved closer to Cheng Qingyan.
The people inside the house had already been alerted. Ye Lingyu and Shen Ziyu had already come to the courtyard and stood behind Cheng Qingyan.
The officers and soldiers carried spears and swords, and the yamen runners also carried swords.
They heard from Nie Yilin and his group that Cheng Qingyan was a very capable fighter, so they came prepared this time and were determined to take him down.
Because of their poor performance, Nie Yilin and his colleagues, already injured, were each given twenty strokes of the cane by the county magistrate.
Those yamen runners are still unable to get out of bed and walk; they're just lying around at home!
The soldiers' spears thrust towards Cheng Qingyan, giving her no chance to speak.
She was unarmed and could only retreat when the spears came at her.
This retreat landed on Ye Lingyu.
Ye Lingyu pulled Cheng Qingyan forcefully, pulling him behind her, and then thrust the spear towards Ye Lingyu.
At this moment, Cheng Qingyan and Shen Ziyu rushed forward, and Shen Ziyu's sword was drawn at the same time as Cheng Qingyan's sword.
Ye Zongzhi clenched his fists behind him and anxiously called out, "Don't hurt that woman!"
The magistrate shook his head and ordered the soldiers and constables, "Did you hear that? Master Ye said no women are to be harmed. Kill all the men. I'm waiting to go back and close this case!"
Shen Ziyu laughed, drew his longsword, and held it to the neck of the Yuanning County Magistrate: "Yuanning County Magistrate, you certainly have quite the airs of an official!"
The magistrate of Yuanning County was so frightened that he trembled, and then he didn't even dare to tremble anymore.
With a trembling voice, he asked Shen Ziyu, "Who are you? Do you know that threatening to kill an official of the imperial court is punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family?"
Shen Ziyu twisted his sword forcefully, and a bloody gash immediately appeared on the neck of the magistrate of Yuanning County.
Her silver hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
"Magistrate of Yuanning County, you have privately mobilized the city's garrison to leave the city. Do you know your crime?"
People in Yuanning County dared not even swallow a drop of water or breathe loudly, for fear of accidentally having their throats slit.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and then slid down his fat face: "Who exactly are you? And how do you know I'm not a soldier borrowed from the military camp, but a privately transferred one?"
Shen Ziyu glanced casually at the city guards who were following the county magistrate out of the city: "You, a mere county magistrate, are not worthy to know who I am."
"Everyone, leave the courtyard, or don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."
“Brother Cheng, come and invite the magistrate of Yuanning County into the courtyard to sit for a while.”
Cheng Qingyan responded immediately: "Alright~ I'll get it done for you right away~"
He looks utterly cunning and sly; he's hardly a decent person anymore.
Ye Zongzhi had no interest in Cheng Qingyan.
His eyes never left Ye Lingyu, but Ye Lingyu only glanced at him at first and then her gaze never lingered on him again.
He was so angry. He had already pushed her away, so why did she have to come back again?
Ye Lingxi is also an idiot; she couldn't handle it herself, and he had to step in personally.
Cheng Qingyan pressed the magistrate down onto a stool in the courtyard and said to Ye Zongzhi, "Hey, you, would you like to leave by yourself or should I 'invite' you out? Let me make it clear beforehand, if I lay a hand on you and you end up crippled or disabled, don't blame me."
Ye Zongzhi glared at Cheng Qingyan, then looked at the county magistrate, and reluctantly took a few steps back.
Shen Ziyu casually closed the door and sat down on the stool.
Cheng Qingyan pressed one hand against the magistrate of Yuanning County, preventing him from moving, and said to him in a sly manner, "Oh dear, Magistrate, why are you still sitting? This is extremely disrespectful! How can you sit on equal footing with Lord Shen!"
"Oh no, oh no, the magistrate is about to become the former magistrate! What should we do?"
Yuan Ningxian wanted to get up, but he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.
After this commotion, he was not only sweating profusely, but his front and back were also soaked with sweat.
He wiped his sweat and asked, "Lord Shen? Which Lord Shen are you? Do you have any official documents?"
Shen Ziyu slammed the sword down on the table: "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that the people beside you are all from the Ping Le Marquis's mansion."
The loud slap startled the magistrate of Yuanning County, causing his face and neck to tremble.
"Sister-in-law, show the Marquis's token to Yuanning County."
The token she gave Ye Lingyu earlier was the token from the Marquis of Ping Le's residence.
Ye Lingyu handed the token to the magistrate of Yuanning County, and Cheng Qingyan also curiously went over to take a look.
How could she not know that her mistress possessed the Ping Le Marquis's token? Moreover, Ye Lingyu had never told her.
She was a little angry that her wife was having an affair!
After examining the token repeatedly, the magistrate of Yuanning County wiped the sweat from his brow.
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