This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

The Night Watchman's Office.

Qingshan Hall.

Zhao Qianshan, dressed in a silver bird-patterned robe, sat in the hall, his face dignified.

"How dare you!"

"Who are you below? Why do you not kneel before me?"

Zhao Qianshan asked a question.

Sun Xing stood there, his face cold and arrogant.

"My lord, I am Sun Xing, the son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. I was a student in the 28th year of the Kaihuang era. Until you have evidence to prove that I have violated the laws of the Great Wu Dynasty, I am not obligated to kneel before you."

Zhao Qianshan nodded: "Chapter 23, Article 3 of the Great Martial Law does indeed contain such a provision."

"Then I will allow you to speak while standing."

Zhang Ping'an nudged Wang Qisheng beside him with a look of surprise and whispered, "Is your head spinning or are you serious? You even remember which chapter and which article it is so clearly?"

Wang Qisheng chuckled: "Ping An, here's a piece of advice for you: never underestimate him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Qianshan, who had been looking serious just moments before, suddenly got up from his seat, stood next to Sun Xing, and put on a fawning smile.

"So you are the son of Minister Sun, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner. By the way, how is Minister Sun's health?"

Sun Xing frowned, glanced at Zhao Qianshan suspiciously, and said indifferently, "My father is in good health, thank you for your concern, sir."

Zhao Qianshan suddenly looked troubled: "Young Master Sun, Lord Sun is in charge of personnel transfers for officials. I wonder if you could do me a small favor?"

Sun Xing was somewhat unsure of Zhao Qianshan's situation, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Please speak, sir."

Zhao Qianshan said, "It's like this, I have a daughter who has reached the age to start her education, but I'm really short of money. I wonder if I could trouble Lord Sun to find a tutor for my daughter?"

Sun Xing immediately revealed a contemptuous sneer.

"Sir, why trouble my father with such a trivial matter? Here is a thousand taels of silver, enough for Ai to begin his studies."

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of silver notes and stuffed them into Zhao Qianshan's arms.

"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept this?" Zhao Qianshan said, feeling embarrassed, but he stuffed the silver notes into his pocket.

This is called "Never underestimate someone"... Zhang Ping'an stiffly turned to look at Wang Qisheng.

Wang Qisheng also felt embarrassed: "Hehe, I was just reminding you not to underestimate him, but you shouldn't overestimate him either."

Zhang Ping'an was a little worried that this guy might secretly release Sun Xing!

"cough!"

Zhao Qianshan coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and turned to walk back to his seat.

"Young Master Sun, you'll stay in jail for a few days. Once I find the evidence, I'll exonerate you immediately."

"And you people, you must reserve the best cells for Young Master Sun. Do not neglect him, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Sun Xing smiled smugly: "You're too kind, sir."

"After I leave, I will definitely inform my father of what happened here."

"Of course, of course!" Zhao Qianshan smiled even more broadly.

No, how did someone like this manage to get into the Night's Watch Silver Guard?

Zhang Ping'an almost couldn't help but rush over and give Zhao Qianshan a good scolding several times.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take Young Master Sun to choose the best cell!"

Zhao Qianshan pointed at Zhang Ping'an and shouted.

"Please calm down, my lord, I will take care of it immediately!"

Wang Qisheng bent over and stepped forward, casually patting Zhang Ping'an's buttocks to signal him to follow.

Zhang Ping'an reluctantly walked out, following behind Lao Wang, glaring at Zhao Qianshan, who had a fawning expression, through gritted teeth.

"Please, Young Master Sun!"

Wang Qisheng, with a kind face, bent down and gestured for them to enter.

Sun Xing glanced smugly at Zhang Ping'an, as if to say: See? So what if they're Night Watchmen? They still wouldn't dare mess with the Sun family!

Damn it, I really want to punch him!

Zhang Ping'an clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

Zhou Weidong, who had quietly followed Zhang Ping'an, whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, he won't be so arrogant in a moment."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Zhang Ping'an didn't quite understand. Zhao Qianshan had just received a thousand taels of silver from the person and instructed him to take good care of them.

This is precisely the time for Son Heung-min to be arrogant!

"Keep up, you'll understand in a moment."

Zhou Weidong smiled mysteriously and stepped ahead of Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an followed after him, full of suspicion.

The Night Watchman's Dungeon.

This place is even more gloomy, terrifying, and oppressive than the Ministry of Justice prison.

There are even rumors that once you're in the Night's Watch dungeon, you'll be severely injured, even if you don't die.

As soon as he entered the dungeon, he heard heart-wrenching screams coming from inside, which gave Zhang Ping'an goosebumps all over his body.

Wang Qisheng, Zhou Weidong, and the others in front of them showed no discomfort whatsoever, clearly having become accustomed to it.

Zhang Ping'an followed the others to the interrogation room.

Only when Zhang Ping'an saw Sun Xing being pressed onto a specially made wooden chair and put in shackles did he finally wake up from his daze.

Blanch!

This night watchman is really too dark!

Sun Xing finally realized what was happening, his expression changed drastically, and he roared, "What do you want to do?"

"Didn't you hear what that official just told you?"

As Wang Qisheng put the shackles on him, he smiled kindly and said, "Young Master Sun, rest assured, we remember what the master instructed and will do as he says."

Zhou Weidong looked at Sun Xing as if he were a fool: "Young Master Sun, aren't we perfectly at ease entertaining you now? Besides, this is the best cell in the Night's Watch prison!"

"Damn it, you dare to play me!" Sun Xing cursed. Although he had committed many evil deeds, he had never seen such shameless people!

His thousand taels of silver notes—even if you fed them to a dog, the dog would know not to bite you.

These Night's Watchmen swallowed his silver, but they bit him even harder.

clap clap...

Old Wang clapped his hands, looking at Sun Xing, who was bound hand and foot, as if admiring a masterpiece.

"Done."

"Peace, the rest is up to you."

Zhang Ping'an bowed deeply with a solemn expression: "Brother Wang, thank you!"

Wang Qisheng patted Zhang Ping'an's chest and whispered, "Why are we being so polite? Just give me your share later."

? ?

Zhang Ping'an pretended not to hear and walked towards Sun Xing with a sinister grin.

"Kid, let me tell you, if even a single hair on my head is missing here, my father will never let you off the hook!"

Zhang Ping'an chuckled: "Don't worry, Young Master Sun, I will absolutely not let you lose a single hair."

"Because I'll skin you alive!"

Zhang Ping'an's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"You dare!" Sun Xing glared at Zhang Ping'an with disdain, as if he didn't believe it.

boom!

Zhang Ping'an punched him squarely in the face, which was still considered quite handsome.

"You fucking see if I dare!"

Zhang Ping'an rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, venting all the pent-up frustration of the past few days.

When his hands were sore from exhaustion, he grabbed whatever was nearby and started hitting Sun Xing with it.

It was Zhou Weidong who stopped him.

"Ping An, although this guy deserves to die, we can't kill him yet."

Zhang Ping'an nodded: "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Despite the fierce beating, there were no fatal wounds.

But it really hurts, after all, a veterinarian is also a doctor.

"By the way, Brother Wang, could you please call Chen Zhishi in for me?"

He turned and glanced at Sun Xing, whose face was covered in blood, and grinned: "A gentleman doesn't leave a grudge unavenged. Let Old Chen vent his anger too."