Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Night falls in Zhenyuan City.

The arrival of the Liaodong army finally dispelled the gloom of "the city has fallen and people have died" that had lingered over the city for days.

The city's residents gradually emerged from their gates, curiously observing the soldiers entering the city.

The quick-thinking small vendors set up stalls immediately, selling food and sundries to the Liaodong army who had come from afar, hoping to make a small profit.

As night falls, lanterns light up one after another in the city's bustling areas.

The warm, dim light added a rare touch of liveliness to this city that had just emerged from its somber atmosphere.

The noise in the lobby of Yichun Courtyard was suddenly and abruptly interrupted.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way!"

Two servants cleared the way, shoving aside anyone blocking their path.

The passenger who was bumped was about to lash out, but when he turned around and saw the person's posture, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and obediently step aside.

A group of servants and guards surrounded a slick-haired young man, whose bright green silk robe stood out conspicuously under the lamplight.

It was Wang Qian, the son of the Wang family, the richest family in Zhenyuan City.

"Oh my! Young Master Wang!"

The madam, Yunniang, swayed her slender waist and hurried to greet him, her face plastered with a fawning smile.

"It's been quite a while since I've seen you! Come with me to the second floor, and I'll choose the best girls to serve you..."

Wang Qian walked slowly into the warm and cozy lobby, his hands behind his back.

His gaze swept straight past the crowd and landed on the third floor, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

"The second floor? Yunniang, how could I possibly look down on those vulgar women?"

"I have come here today not for anyone else, but solely for Miss Yuwei!"

His group was already eye-catching, and as soon as he said this, everyone in the hall turned their heads and whispered among themselves.

Yunniang waved her round fan and cautiously approached Wang Qian, her face showing apology and embarrassment.

"Young Master Wang, you are aware of Miss Yuwei's rules; only those with military merit are allowed to see her."

"Since you have no military merits, I truly have no choice!"

Wang Qian chuckled and patted the table twice.

"Military merits? Who says I don't have any? Fifty military merits, isn't that enough to see her?"

The servant behind her immediately stepped forward with a wooden box and opened it with a "click" in front of Yunniang.

A strong stench of blood instantly filled the air, and inside the box were fifty bloody left ears!

Yunniang was startled: "This..."

Ignoring Yunniang's surprise, Wang Qian took two steps forward, stood under Song Yuwei's window, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Miss Yuwei! Wang Qian has earned fifty military merits and has come to have a chat with you. Please show yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carved wooden window was slowly pushed open.

Inside the room, Song Yuwei, dressed in a light red brocade dress, gracefully walked to the window.

Her face was covered by a light red veil, concealing her stunning beauty and revealing only half of her eyebrows, eyes, and jawline.

But just this half of her face is enough to make people lose their minds and be obsessed with her.

Her beautiful eyes lowered slightly, and the instant she caught sight of Wang Qian, a flash of disgust crossed her eyes.

"Young Master Wang has never been to the battlefield, so where did he get fifty military merits from?"

Her voice was light and gentle, with a hint of detachment.

She knew Wang Qian's background all too well.

Such spoiled brats would never personally go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Song Yuwei's words hit the nail on the head, and the discussion in the hall immediately grew louder.

"That's right! Where did Young Master Wang get his military merits?"

"Yes, could it be that Young Master Wang bought it with his own money?"

"These purchased military merits are not valid!"

As Wang Qian listened to the doubts around him, a cold, hard smile appeared on his lips, and his hands behind his back slowly clenched into fists.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared behind him.

The man was dressed in black, holding a large sword in his arms. The scabbard was gilded with a ring of red gold, which gleamed in the lamplight.

"Buzz!"

The man in black flicked his wrist, and a golden light flashed suddenly.

"Snap!"

The table, chair, cups, and plates in front of him were all neatly cut in half.

The cut is smooth and neat, as if it were cut by invisible fine lines.

With a loud crash, the table collapsed to the ground, startling everyone, who quickly retreated.

Upon closer inspection, a terrifying knife mark, about a foot deep, was clearly visible on the ground!

His swordsmanship was incredibly fast; no one could see when he drew his sword or when he sheathed it.

"Now, does anyone still have objections? Step forward!"

Wang Qian looked around, his eyes filled with ferocity.

"My military achievements have already been registered and recorded by the government, and the official documents have been brought along. Anyone who disagrees is welcome to go and argue with the authorities!"

Who dares to disagree?

Not to mention the power and influence of the Wang family in Zhenyuan.

No one dared to challenge the Golden Knife Swordsman's swordsmanship alone.

The hall fell silent instantly, and Yunniang forced a stiff smile onto her face.

"Young Master Wang, let's talk this out. Why resort to violence?"

"Yuwei, why don't you keep the young master company for a chat? Okay?"

Song Yuwei's hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched quietly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

Her heart belongs only to Raymond Lam; there is no room for anyone else.

Let alone having a chat with Wang Qian, Song Yuwei would find it unpleasant even to be in the same room with him.

"What? Miss Yuwei, aren't you going to abide by the rules you set for yourself?"

Wang Qian looked up and met Song Yuwei's gaze.

"Or is it that Miss Yuwei is thinking of someone, longing for someone, or waiting for someone?"

Wang Qian had naturally heard about Song Yuwei spending a long time on the third floor with Lin Feng that day.

Wang Qian was insanely jealous of this, but he did not act rashly.

He used his family connections to find skilled martial arts practitioners to protect him.

The Golden Knife Swordsman was someone he hired at great expense.

Today, Wang Qian received some incredibly good news, which is why he quickly led a group of lackeys to see Song Yuwei.

A hint of anger and disgust flashed in Song Yuwei's beautiful eyes.

She took a deep breath and said, "I will naturally abide by Yuwei's rules, but I also ask Young Master Wang to abide by the rules."

She was naturally referring to passing three tests.

Song Yuwei was confident that a spoiled brat like Wang Qian would never be able to pass the three tests.

"Good! Miss Yuwei is indeed straightforward!"

A burning desire ignited in Wang Qian's eyes, and his smile grew increasingly lewd.

He had a special elixir hidden in his sleeve, prepared especially for Song Yuwei.

If he drugged Song Yuwei when she wasn't looking, he could make her a slut and a whore to be abused at will!

He had no patience to continue entangled with Song Yuwei, so he simply forced himself on her!

Wang Qian walked step by step towards the second floor, a smile playing on his lips as he went.

"Oh, by the way, I have another piece of news for you."

Song Yuwei didn't want to respond to Wang Qian at all and remained silent.

"My Wang family still has some connections in the army. I just heard that General Zhang has ordered a mourning hall to be set up to pay tribute to the fallen soldiers."

Song Yuwei's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding surged into her mind. Her hands, hanging at her sides, tightened involuntarily.

"What do you mean by that, Young Master Wang?"

At this moment, Wang Qian had reached the third floor and arrived at Song Yuwei's door.

"What do you mean? General Zhang set up memorial tablets for all 1,200 soldiers who went to Elephant Trunk Mountain to cut off the northern barbarians' supply lines, including his adopted son Lü Zheng, all of whom died in battle!"

His eyes gleamed with a triumphant fire, and his tone was full of mockery.

"This naturally includes Lin Feng, who had a brief chat with the girl on the third floor!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, causing Song Yuwei's eyes to tremble violently, and her beautiful eyes quickly filled with tears.

In an inconspicuous corner on the second floor, Su Wan'er suddenly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face without warning.

She desperately suppressed a sob, her face filled with disbelief: "General Lin... he's dead? Just like that?"

Suppressing her overwhelming grief, Song Yuwei choked out, "Lin... Lin Feng won't die. He said he would definitely come back..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wang Qian's laughter was extremely grating.

"Come back? Do you think the northern barbarians are docile lambs?"

"Once he falls into their hands, not even a bone fragment will be left of the Lin family!"

"Open the door!"

Wang Qian kicked open the door, his greedy gaze sweeping over the warm and exquisite furnishings before finally settling on Song Yuwei.

He took a deep breath, his tone both sinister and urgent: "Miss Yuwei, I'm here!"