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

The next instant, Chen Ze slid behind him, curled up into a ball, and used the coachman as a human shield.

"You—" he pointed at Jia Yi, his voice stern but his tone weak, "Do you know who I am? Kneel down right now! Otherwise, I'll ransack your entire family's graves and scatter the ashes!"

Jia Yi narrowed his eyes, staring at the guy hiding behind the servant, who was all talk and no action, and shook his head inwardly.

He's as fierce as the King of Hell, but his body is as timid as a mouse crawling between someone's legs.

"Oh." Jia Yi shrugged. "I don't know who you are."

The two words, "light and airy," made Chen Ze's head buzz.

He paused, then sneered: "You idiot from out of town, it's normal that you don't recognize me. Wait until I give you my name, then we'll see if you kneel down faster than a dog!"

He straightened his wrinkled brocade robe, kicked aside the coachman blocking his way, and stood tall with his head held high and his nostrils flared in the air:

"I, Chen Ze, am the eldest son of King Chungshun!"

He added in his heart: "The future crown prince, you understand?" But he couldn't say it now, or he'd scare a country bumpkin to death.

After saying that, he raised his chin slightly, waiting for the other party to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy.

result--

"oh."

It's that word again.

Jia Yi remained with his hands in his sleeves, his gaze as calm as if he were listening to idle gossip on the street.

"……oh?"

Chen Ze almost choked on his breath, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

That's it? Just one "Oh"?

Shouldn't it be utterly terrified and terrified?

Just then, murmurs drifted from the crowd:

"I recognize him. This is Marquis Zhongyong, Jia Yi, nicknamed 'Jia the Fool.' I heard he damaged his brain when he was a child."

"No wonder he's so bold, he's a complete idiot."

"Tsk tsk, this is getting interesting. How can the people of Prince Zhongshun's mansion tolerate this? Just wait and see, they'll be lucky to escape with their lives!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze suddenly realized: So that's how it is! No wonder they weren't afraid of me!

Just as he was about to sneer, his wrist tightened, and he was lifted into the air—

Jia Yi took a step closer, his five fingers gripping his arm like iron clamps, and dragged the dignified prince directly to an old woman's wonton stall on the street.

"Apologize to this old lady." The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable chill.

"Outrageous! Impossible!" Chen Ze struggled like a chick. "She's just a stinking street vendor, and you dare make me kneel? Dream on!"

"My lord, there's no need... I can't accept that!" The old woman was so frightened that she grabbed the pots and pans and ran away as nimbly as if she had become a child again.

"Snapped!"

Jia Yi raised his leg and kicked Chen Ze in the back of the knee.

"what!"

Chen Ze slammed his knees heavily on the ground, kneeling firmly.

Jia Yi raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap, instantly twisting the flesh on Chen Ze's face.

[Ding! The host has whipped the Crown Prince of Chungshun and gained one hundred Ironclad Heavy Cavalry!]

"hiss--!!!"

The onlookers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as they stared intently at Jia Yi, their minds collectively blank.

This guy... he actually dared to lay a hand on me? And he even slapped me eight times?

"Should we apologize or not?"

Jia Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it cut like a knife across the street.

Chen Ze was completely stunned.

From childhood to adulthood, who dared to lay a finger on him? Let alone slap him, they'd never even yell at him! But now, he's been slapped twice in public, his eardrums are ringing, and blood is seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he stood there without saying a word, Jia Yi sneered and then hit him again with a series of loud bangs!

[Ding! The host has whipped the Crown Prince Chungsun again, gaining another hundred Ironclad Heavy Cavalry!]

"Smack!!!"

The air seemed to be torn apart by that slap.

Gasps of shock rose and fell from the crowd, and some nearly crushed their teacups.

Looking down at Chen Ze, who was limp as a rag doll, Jia Yi curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless—who told you to run into my act?

In fact, he had been planning for a long time: how to make the retired emperor and Emperor Yuankang completely despise him?

The answer is simple—act crazy and silly, the more outrageous the better.

You guys think I'm a good-for-nothing? Well then, I'll do things that even a good-for-nothing wouldn't dare to do!

Chen Ze's arrival today is like a script bestowed by God!

"I'll ask you one last time," Jia Yi stepped closer, his eyes icy, "Are you going to apologize?"

Before he finished speaking, his arm was already raised.

"I admit it! I admit it!! I really apologize!!!"

Before the wind had even died down, Chen Ze's crotch was already wet; he couldn't hold his urine any longer, and it trickled down his boots.

The entire room fell silent for three seconds, followed by countless people bowing their heads and coughing violently, their shoulders shaking wildly—no one dared to laugh out loud, but tears were almost welling up in their eyes.

"I'm sorry... Grandma..."

Chen Ze crawled over on his knees, trembling, and shakily took out an ounce of silver and stuffed it into the old woman's hand, his tone so "sincere" it could win him an Oscar.

"I'm sorry... sir..."

"I'm sorry...brother..."

"sorry……"

He kowtowed and begged for forgiveness the whole way, looking like a dog whose spine had been broken.

Jia Yi then dragged him through the streets and alleys like a sack of potatoes, forcing him to admit his mistakes one by one.

In the teahouse, a group of nobles who had long harbored grudges against the Rongguo Mansion watched in stunned silence.

I was originally worried about how to bring Jia Yi down, but this guy went and stirred up a hornet's nest himself?

Who is Prince Zhongshun? He is the unforgettable figure in the heart of the retired emperor!

In the capital, countless ears have heard the news that the retired emperor is going to change the crown prince and install Prince Zhongshun as emperor!

You beat up someone's only son, and you even slapped and humiliated him in the street!

This group of powerful figures almost slammed their fists on the table in admiration: Jia Yi, Jia Yi, you've dug your own grave!

Just as they were enjoying themselves, news broke—King Chungshun had personally led his troops to attack!

The gates of the Prince's mansion burst open with a roar, and hundreds of armored guards charged forward in formation, their hooves thundering and dust billowing.

King Zhongshun, dressed in a black robe that was billowing in anger, had eyes that were as red as burning blood.

When he saw his son's bruised and swollen face and his crotch dripping wet, his heart skipped a beat and his blood rushed to his head!

"Jia—Yi—!!!"

The roar tore through the sky and shattered the earth.

"Father, save me!!!"

Chen Ze rushed over, wailing, his face covered in tears and snot, looking like a madman.

"Kill him!!!"

King Zhongshun was furious and smashed the saddle with a single blow.

The people scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Watching the excitement is fine, but risking your life is not!

"yes!"

The guards of the Prince's Palace responded in unison, drawing their swords and nocking their bows, their killing intent palpable as they surrounded and attacked.

They approached with sinister smiles: "No matter how strong you are, Jia Yi, you are now unarmed and without armor. Facing three hundred elite guards, you are nothing but fish on a chopping board."

"You're dead!"

"I'm going to chop you into mincemeat and use you as a sacrifice!"

Chen Ze lay on the ground, gritting his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

Jia Yi simply smiled faintly.

The next instant, he flung Chen Ze ten meters away—

"Bang!!!"

The person was smashed into the corner of the wall, their internal organs displaced, and they couldn't even let out a complete scream.

Immediately, he bent down, picked up a thick wooden stick that was two zhang long from the roadside, and swung it around with a whistling sound.

Dust rises and sticks fall, as if Yama, the King of Hell, is calling roll.

"kill!!!"

The guards surged forward like a tide.

The nobles upstairs, waiting to collect the body, sneered: Jia Yi, your funeral has begun!

But then—

"Bang!!!"

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The first baton swept out, sending all three flying, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

In the second wave of the attack, five knife-wielding guards were sent flying backward like pieces of paper, crashing into the stall and collapsing it.

The staff flashed, each strike carrying the power to split rocks.

Anyone who got even slightly touched was either killed or injured; they were all sent flying backwards, and by the time they landed, they were already unconscious.