Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

Jia Yun stopped crying and smiled, nodding vigorously: "Don't worry, Brother Ni."

"If I ever have even half a mouthful of food to eat in the future, I will never let you starve."

Jia Yun slapped his chest suddenly, the force so crisp and clean that his clothes trembled.

"become!"

Ni Er nodded emphatically, his eyes sharp as knives.

He trusted this person—not because he talked a lot, but because there was no false fire in his eyes, only an unwavering promise.

-

Inside Qin Ye's residence.

The old man gripped the bright yellow imperial edict with trembling hands, his fingertips numb, as if it were not silk but a bolt of lightning from the sky.

The Emperor Emeritus personally bestowed the marriage upon them!

His daughter, Qin Keqing, was to be betrothed to the renowned Marquis Zhongyong of the Rongguo Mansion!

"Girl...you've been reincarnated on a lucky cloud!"

His voice trembled, his eyes burned, and he stared intently at Qin Keqing, who stood to the side with her head bowed and eyes lowered.

Previously, Jia Jing, who was living in seclusion outside the city, had asked someone to convey his wish that his grandson Jia Rong would marry her.

The results of it?

The emperor's words were law; a single imperial edict overturned the chessboard.

Clearly, the Emperor Emeritus had already known her true identity—this marriage was not just a favor, but also tacit approval.

"Father..." Qin Keqing clutched her handkerchief, her knuckles turning white, "Am I... truly worthy of the Marquis of Zhongyong?"

Her voice was as soft as the wind, but her heart was as heavy as lead.

A poor orphan girl marrying into the wealthy and powerful Rongguo Mansion? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

"How can you not be worthy?" Qin Ye flicked his sleeve, his tone resolute. "You are my daughter, therefore you deserve the most noble person in this world!"

-

It was late at night.

Wang Xifeng nestled lazily in Jia Lian's arms, her eyes filled with resentment after all her weariness had been relieved.

"Second Master Lian, your silly little brother is now a Marquis."

She looked up, her red lips slightly parted, her tone ambiguous: "And you?"

When she married into the Rongguo Mansion, she thought she would be the future mistress of the house, enjoying endless glory.

The reality is that in this vast mansion, power is firmly in the hands of Grandmother Jia and the second branch of the family.

No matter how proud she was, she had no choice but to bow her head and flatter him before she could barely hold the butler's key.

"You think I'm any better than him?" Jia Lian rolled his eyes, looking helpless. "He's a monster with superhuman strength! I've heard he can tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands, and single-handedly defeat a thousand troops on the battlefield!"

"If I had half his strength, I would have joined the army long ago. Why would I be here arguing with you about daily necessities?"

He gently pushed her and said, "Stop dreaming, go to sleep."

-

Jia Yi sat alone in his room, with two fruits that gleamed with a dark golden luster lying in his palm—the Fruits of Power.

He stared at them, his breathing slightly labored.

"Swallowing two at once... just how strong can I become?"

The next moment, without hesitation, he took a bite.

The fruit melts in your mouth, and a surge of intense heat explodes forth, coursing through your veins and throughout your body!

The bones cracked and popped, the muscles bulged and tightened, as if every inch of flesh and blood was being reborn!

He suddenly stood up and grabbed the heavy rosewood bed next to him with one hand—a behemoth weighing over 500 pounds, which he lifted with ease with one arm!

"Two thousand pounds with one hand...and more!"

His lips curled into a grin, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his fighting spirit surged.

He was put back on the bed, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and slept soundly through the night.

-

The next morning.

After finishing his breakfast, Jia Yi stepped out of the courtyard gate.

Yesterday I spent half a day in the palace and another half a day busy back home, so I didn't have a chance to properly see this capital city.

Today, I finally have some free time.

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rose and fell. The buildings, with their green tiles, white walls, upturned eaves, and wooden structures, were arranged in a pleasing and orderly fashion.

Compared to the cold, rigid concrete skyscrapers of later generations, this ancient charm and everyday life are truly refreshing.

Just as I was leisurely enjoying the scenery, I suddenly heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves—

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

A troop of armored guards escorted the magnificent carriage, rushing into the long street like a whirlwind!

People cried out in alarm and scattered, fruits and vegetables from vendors flew everywhere, and pots and pans were smashed all over the ground.

The entire street instantly descended into chaos.

Jia Yi frowned.

The cavalry charged straight at him!

What's even more outrageous is that instead of reining in their horses to warn others, the four cavalrymen in front grinned and whipped their horses, their eyes full of provocation, as if they were competing to see who could knock down this "idiot" blocking their way first.

"Oh no! This young master is in trouble!"

"Alas, they hit someone from Prince Zhongshun's residence; they'll die without ever getting justice!"

"What a pity, so young, and his life was cut short..."

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed, but no one dared to step forward.

King Chungshun?

That ruthless character who ransacked the Rongguo Mansion!

Jia Yi's eyes turned cold.

He felt nothing for the Rongguo Mansion, but he knew clearly that Prince Zhongshun was definitely not one of them.

If that's the case, why show any mercy?

In a flash, he bent down and grabbed an overturned wheelbarrow from the roadside, then with a sudden burst of strength—

"boom!"

The wheelbarrow flew out of his hand like a cannonball, carrying a strong wind, and rushed straight towards the cavalryman at the front!

The wheelbarrow in Jia Yi's hands unleashed terrifying kinetic energy, like a silver streak tearing through the street, rushing straight towards the cavalry formation.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion erupted, sending dust billowing like waves. The cavalrymen, who had been so arrogant just moments before, their iron hooves thundering through the streets, were instantly thrown to the ground, their riders and horses sprawling in agony. Their warhorses foamed at the mouth and bled, their limbs twitching a few times before dying instantly, their eyes bulging out in a gruesome manner.

The coachman had barely reacted when he frantically tried to pull on the reins, but before he could move, Jia Yi pounced like a tiger, grabbing him with both hands—

"Snap!"

The packhorses pulling the cart were violently thrown to the ground, their bones dislocated, and before they could even finish whimpering, they collapsed into a mangled mess. The entire cart overturned with a crash, the planks shattered, and the goods spilled all over the street.

"I...I'll go!"

"Did anyone see clearly? Did you just flip the horse over with your bare hands?"

"Is this young master surnamed Jia... a human being or a jinx reincarnated?"

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, their eyes nearly popping out, as Jia Yi dusted off his sleeves and stood up, his expression as indifferent as if he had merely brushed aside a fallen leaf.

[Ding! The host has overturned the Crown Prince Chungsun's carriage and gained one hundred Ironclad Heavy Cavalry!]

The moment the system notification sounded, Jia Yi's eyes lit up and his heart pounded—a huge profit! A fucking huge profit!

"Ouch—Save me, Your Highness! Quickly, save me!!"

A pig-like scream came from the overturned carriage. The coachman struggled to his feet and, trembling, dragged Crown Prince Chungsun, who was stuck in the carriage frame, out.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two slaps landed cleanly and crisply, sparks flying. Crown Prince Chen Ze, rubbing his face, cursed, "You idiot! Useless piece of trash! How could you drive the carriage if you were blind? I'll exterminate your entire family and that still won't be enough!"

"Your Highness, spare my life!" The coachman fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over, his finger pointing shakily at Jia Yi. "It was...it was him who hit him! He did it all!"

"Guards! Seize him for me—"

Chen Ze's roar was cut short.

He looked around, his face turning deathly pale.

His own guards lay scattered on the ground, some coughing up blood, others with broken leg bones, too weak to even stand. The scene was eerily silent, broken only by the occasional groan.

……

Chen Ze silently patted the kneeling coachman's shoulder, his tone suddenly softening: "Get up."

The coachman was startled and stood up in a daze.