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

"What are you barking about?" Jia Yi swept his eyes coldly, his voice booming like thunder. "Lead the way to the mansions of those two old dogs, Luo Hong and Su Xing."

"Yes, yes, yes!" the two replied repeatedly, nodding their heads vigorously.

He secretly rejoiced: fortunately, the residences of the two dukes were on the same street—saving him from running himself ragged and from dying even faster.

When passersby saw Jia Yi's menacing appearance, their eyes lit up: This is going to be interesting!

Someone was about to shout, "Look, the Marquis of Zhongyong is going berserk!" but before they could even take a step, they were already surging forward with the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the entire long street was teeming with people, with tens of thousands of ordinary citizens following behind Jia Yi, like a large-scale execution parade.

In any other day, the Five Cities Garrison would have already come out to quell the situation. But today was strange—not a single soldier appeared on the streets.

Emperor Yuankang had already secretly ordered: no one is allowed to stop him today; let him make a scene.

Jia Yi stormed off, heading straight for the Duke of Zhao's mansion.

"My lord, we've arrived, this is it." Xia Zi pointed tremblingly to the grand mansion. "I... I'll be leaving now..."

Before the words were even finished, the two of them took off running like mad, wishing they had two more legs. If Luo Hong found out they were the ones who led the way, wouldn't he skin them alive?

Jia Yi looked up at the gilded plaque, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Let's start with the one surnamed Luo."

The gatekeeper at the side gate was grinning, ready to come up and flatter him, when suddenly—Jia Yi grabbed the stone lion at the gate, as tall as a person, and swung it around to smash it!

"boom!!!"

With a loud crash, the plaque shattered into pieces, wood chips flew everywhere, and gold dust fell in a flurry, much like the glory of the past being torn apart in public.

The doorman stood there dumbfounded, his smile frozen on his face, his head buzzing: Should I have laughed or cried just now?

"hiss--!!!"

The onlookers gasped, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

This isn't just a slap in the face, it's a complete roof-tearing! That plaque was personally bestowed by the Emperor Emeritus, and it had been hanging there with dignity for so many years!

"Who did this? They're asking for trouble!"

"That's our family's ancestral plaque!"

The head gatekeeper rushed out upon hearing the noise, burning with rage. But when he looked up and saw it was Jia Yi, he trembled all over, and his legs cramped.

The gatekeeper next to him trembled like a leaf: "Master...Master, it's Marquis Zhongyong...Gan..."

"How...how did you bring him here?!" The person in charge almost ground their teeth to powder.

But it was too late to scold them.

Jia Yi approached the gate step by step, his boots pounding the ground with a sound like drums.

Everyone retreated in unison, even holding their breath. No one dared to block them, and no one dared to speak.

"Lord Jia...Lord Jia," the steward forced a smile, his voice weak, "The Duke is in the manor. You have something to discuss...? Please come in and talk. Don't make things difficult for us servants..."

"Bang--!!!"

His response was a heavy kick.

The vermilion gate shattered with a loud crash, the sound of the hinges breaking like a heartbeat snapping. The entire gate collapsed inwards, raising clouds of dust.

[Ding! Host has destroyed the plaque and gate of the Duke of Zhao's mansion, and captured five thousand soldiers of the Qi Family Army!]

Suddenly, a commotion broke out inside the mansion. The guards, armed with knives and guns, swarmed in and formed a tight encirclement within twenty paces.

The head of the personal guards, his face grim, ordered, "Charge! Chop him up!"

In an instant, a blade flashed, and a figure pounced forward.

Jia Yi sneered and stepped into the crowd.

As soon as the fist was thrown, a cloud of blood rose up.

[Ding! The host has launched a charge against two hundred of the Duke of Zhao's personal guards, capturing ten female guards!]

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

With each punch, the guards were sent flying like scarecrows. Some crashed into walls, some hung from treetops, and some got stuck between roof tiles, their fates unknown.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the trees, rooftops, and pillars in the courtyard were all covered with human-shaped packages, and it was so quiet that only the wind blowing the banners could be heard.

Jia Yi dusted off the dust from his sleeves, his expression indifferent, as if he were just shooing away a few flies.

Then, he strode into the depths of the front yard, his steps unhurried, as if he were going to a family dinner.

"Holy crap... this isn't human! This is a god of war descended to earth!"

"No wonder the million-strong cavalry of the Later Jin turned and fled at the sight of him!"

"That's right! With Lord Jia in charge of our Great Qian Dynasty, who would dare to set foot on our territory? They'd be courting death!"

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The onlookers' eyes were practically glued to Jia Yi's back, their gazes wide as if they had seen a living god descend to earth.

If they weren't wary of the Duke's mansion's power, they would have loved to follow immediately and see for themselves how this famously mad but powerful Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery turned the Duke of Zhao's mansion upside down!

At this moment, the Zhao State Duke's mansion was already in complete chaos.

The servants grabbed the door bolts and wooden sticks, stumbling and rushing towards the front yard, shouting, "Stop him! Stop that madman!" but their voices were trembling.

"Master! Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Luo Hong was sitting in his study, enjoying tea and discussing politics with Su Xing, when suddenly he heard the steward scrambling open the door, shouting hoarsely, his face turning deathly pale.

"What are you wailing about! I haven't even been laid to rest yet!" Luo Hong slammed his fist on the table, glaring angrily.

The butler knelt down abruptly, his voice trembling: "Jia Yi... that madman Jia Yi broke in! The plaque bestowed by the Emperor Emeritus... he ripped it down and smashed it! The main gate... he even tore down the main gate!"

"What?!!"

Luo Hong suddenly stood up, a breath caught in his chest, and he almost fainted.

That was an imperial plaque, bestowed by the emperor! It represented the family's century-long glory and honor! And now it's been burned as firewood by a "fool"?

"Where are the guards and personal guards? Are they all dead?"

"I'm afraid...I'm afraid they're all lying down..." the butler said, trembling. "Not a single one of them can breathe, not even a cry...They're probably either unconscious or have had their spines broken..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Xing's expression changed drastically, and the scene of Prime Minister Zhao Youting being chased by Jia Yi and having to climb over a wall to escape flashed through his mind.

He jumped to his feet and growled, "Old Luo! Let's go! If we don't leave now, we'll both be lying here waiting to be collected as corpses!"

"Right, right, right! Let's go! Let's hide at your mansion!" Luo Hong also realized that the plaque could be re-hung, but if he lost his life, he would truly become a laughing stock in the capital!

The two men didn't even bother to put on their outer robes; they climbed over the window and over the wall, fleeing hastily through the back door, looking like two mice being chased by a dog.

"No, I have to run too!" The butler wiped away a cold sweat. How could his fifties-old body withstand a punch from Jia Yi? He turned around and tried to sneak into the woodshed.

"Tsk, a bunch of useless trash."

Jia Yi stood in the center of the front yard, with guards and servants lying haphazardly at his feet. Some were foaming at the mouth, some were convulsing, and none of them could stand up.

His gaze swept over them, full of contempt.

Not far away, a group of old women and maids huddled together, clutching sticks, their legs trembling like autumn leaves, guarding the back gate—the women's quarters, and one more step forward was forbidden territory.

Jia Yi sneered, picked up a half-conscious servant, and dragged him directly in front of him.

"Where is Luo Hong's old dog's study?"