"Xue Yanshou, you are too arrogant! This is the capital!" Wang An said angrily.
"So what if this is Kyoto? I'm still arrogant and disdainful of everyone!" Xue Yanshou, with his protruding belly, waved his round arms and jumped up, shouting, "Go! Drag them all to the dungeon! I'll keep the Ninth Prince's woman for myself, and the rest are yours to enjoy!"
Before the words were even finished, dozens of young men dressed as servants had a chance to react.
Ji Fengyao and Xi Que didn't even have time to retaliate in anger.
Just then, a piece of black tile flew in from outside the door and smashed into Xue Yanshou's fat, round face. The tile shattered, turning Xue Yanshou's entire face red. His already flat nose was almost sunken in, and most of his teeth fell out.
A figure swept in, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, his roar deafening: "I'll spare you one hammer blow, you've never died before!"
Ji Fengyao looked closely and realized that Wu Shang had finally revealed himself.
Xue Yanshou covered his horribly disfigured face and howled incoherently like a pig being slaughtered: "Beat them! Beat them to death! Kill the men on the spot, and drag the women away!"
"You're still dragging me along! You're still dragging me along!" This time, Xique realized what was happening. She leaped forward and began to whip Xue Yanshou's horribly mangled face repeatedly. Then she kicked him to the ground, flicked her sleeve to take out a whip, and lashed it several more times: "You old turtle, with your pathetic appearance, you think you can drag me along? I'll beat you to death!"
Before the group of strong young men dressed as servants could even intervene, Xue Yanshou was beaten until his head was swollen like a pig's head.
It was only then that they realized what was happening and rushed forward.
Both Bailu and Linshuang underwent medicinal baths and learned some self-defense techniques from the manor's guards.
In this situation, they can't offer much help, but they're more than capable of protecting themselves.
Wang An, however, was raised as a scholar from a young age and was completely incapable of even killing a chicken.
Ji Fengyao didn't want to reveal too much of her skills, so she used brute force to parry the people who wanted to attack her and Wang An one by one. With Wang An dragged along, under the cover of Lin Shuang and Bai Lu, she slowly retreated from the relatively small room.
The magpies inside hadn't had such a lively fight in a long time, and they were having a great time.
Seeing that someone was trying to sneak up on Yao Shi while they weren't paying attention, Xi Que kicked Yao Shi up and sent her flying out the door, shouting, "Miss, God of Wealth, catch!"
Looking at Yao, who had flown out of nowhere with a bruised and swollen face.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Yao's inner thoughts: "!!!"
What the hell is this "God of Wealth"?!
I've already surrendered, can't you be a little gentler with me? My butt's about to be kicked raw, sob sob sob!
Seeing that a fight had broken out inside the house, the two teams of guards that Wu Shang had brought also came out from the shadows to join the battle.
Xue Yanshou's proud, top-notch expert was no match for the guards of Xique, Wushang, and the Ninth Prince's Mansion. It was like a three-year-old child fighting against an adult; he could only rely on the advantages of the confined space and the sheer number of people.
Seeing that things were not going well, Xue Yanshou crouched in the corner of the room like Voldemort, secretly took out a hidden arrow from his sleeve to summon reinforcements, and then quietly moved to the window, covering his head and releasing it outwards.
Not long after, reinforcements stationed near Xuefu poured into Xuefu, numbering over a hundred.
Most of them were dressed as ordinary people, some even as rich young masters, but they all carried the same broad-backed long swords. They were also more agile than the fake servants, showing that they had all undergone careful training.
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