I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Chen Zheng glanced at Yao Yao in the rearview mirror and saw her trembling legs.

"nervous?"

The latter quickly shook her head: "No! It's just... these high heels are too hard, they hurt my feet."

Chen Zheng said calmly.

"Remember, once you're inside, speak as little as possible."

"Just look down on everyone and treat them like ants."

"You are the eldest daughter of the main family, sent down to inspect on behalf of the Grand Elder. They must kneel and listen to every word you say."

Yao Yao swallowed hard.

"But I've never been a rich girl..."

"You don't need to be a pampered young lady," Chen Zheng shook his head upon hearing this. "You just need to be a temperamental old lady."

"This is something girls are usually quite good at."

Yao Yao was so angry she wanted to punch him.

The little fist that was stretched out paused in mid-air for two seconds before silently retracting.

It does seem not difficult.

……

It was a little past ten in the morning.

The car drove into a remote small county town.

The county town is small, with only one asphalt road on the main street, lined with low storefronts selling agricultural supplies, repairing motorcycles, and playing mahjong.

The Wei family's residence is a large courtyard on the outskirts of the county town, nestled against a low hill.

There are two vermilion wooden doors at the entrance, with the character "卫" (Wei) carved on the lintel.

Two thin, young gatekeepers, dressed in gray training clothes, leaned against the door frame, watching videos on their phones and chatting and laughing.

This is the difference between lower-level ancient martial arts families and higher-level families.

If this were the gate of the Zong family, its sheer imposing presence would be enough to intimidate half the street.

The van came to a smooth stop at the entrance.

Chen Zheng was the first to get out of the car, walked around the front of the car, went to the back door, and opened the door.

Yao Yao sat in the car and took a deep breath.

Then, gritting her teeth, she put on a stern face and stepped off the bus.

Chen Zheng quickly reached out to support her hand and followed her to the door.

The two young gatekeepers finally spotted the van, and a powerful-looking man and a well-dressed young woman got out.

The two quickly sprang up from the door frame and stuffed their phones into their pockets.

Chen Zheng stood in front of the two men, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"Miss Zong Yaoyao, the direct descendant of the Grand Elder and a direct descendant of the Zong family, has been ordered to inspect the recent operations of the Wei family's medicinal herb shop."

"Inform your master to come out and receive them immediately."

The two gatekeepers' expressions changed drastically upon hearing the words "direct descendant of the main family" and "Grand Elder."

Zong family!

Normally, when the Wei family contacts the main branch of the clan, the patriarch personally makes the phone call, adopting a posture even more humble than that of a grandson.

Now, the eldest daughter of someone's legitimate heiress has actually come to our doorstep?

The two young men exchanged a glance, and one of them quickly bent down and ran into the yard to report.

The other remained where he was, not daring to even lift his head, and stammered.

"Young...Young Miss, please, please wait a moment, the head of the family will be here shortly!"

Yao Yao stood at the door, her little hands behind her back, trying her best to keep a cold face.

But I was somewhat devastated inside.

Oh my god, I'm so nervous!

He seems to have believed me. Was my acting really that good?

No, I didn't act anything. I just stood here without saying a word...

Chen Zheng stood behind her and whispered, "Relax, show some spirit. Now it's their turn to be afraid of you."

Yao Yao didn't speak, but simply raised her chin slightly by an inch.

……

Less than three minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.

Wei Chongde, the head of the Wei family, came out jogging.

He was in his fifties, thin and wiry, with a fairly well-maintained face, but at this moment his face was full of smiles, and his hands were rubbing together until they were red.

He straightened his collar as he ran, and by the time he reached the door and stood still, he had adopted a very respectful posture.

"Oh my, Miss Zong, your presence is an honor to our Wei family!"

"It's my fault for not knowing beforehand and not being able to greet you outside the county town. I'm so sorry!"

As he spoke, he bowed repeatedly.

But in the brief moment he bent down, a pair of shrewd old eyes quickly scanned Yao Yao and Chen Zheng.

There was nothing particularly interesting about Yao Yao.

He was young, short, and had a very childish face.

To say that they are direct descendants of the main branch...

To be honest, he had some doubts.

But the man in the suit next to him was different.

Wei Chongde has spent half his life in the ancient martial arts circle, so he has a good eye for people.

This young man, just by standing there, exuded an extremely strong aura, making people instinctively feel a sense of crisis.

Wei Chongde had lived for over fifty years, and he had only ever seen this kind of temperament in the top experts of the main branch of the clan.

Anyone who can have someone of this caliber as their attendant and bodyguard must be someone of considerable importance.

Yao Yao didn't say a word the whole time, but coldly surveyed the surrounding courtyard, imitating the way those noble ladies in TV dramas acted, occasionally letting out a soft hum through her nose.

"Um."

Upon hearing this cold snort, Wei Chongde bent his back even lower.

Chen Zheng walked half a step behind Yao Yao, playing the role of a silent bodyguard throughout, his eyes constantly observing the layout of the Wei family mansion.

It doesn't occupy a large area; the front is the reception room and living quarters, while the back should be the warehouse and training ground.

Many places look alright, but compared to the main compound of the clan, it's several levels below.

Wei Chongde quickly led them into the main hall.

The main hall was fairly clean, and although the furniture was all old-fashioned mahogany, it was clear that it had been well maintained.

Wei Chongde personally brewed tea and poured water, and while pouring the tea, he tentatively asked a few questions.

"How has the Grand Elder been feeling lately? How is everything at headquarters?"

"What is the reason for Miss Zong's personal inspection this time?"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Zheng took over the conversation.

"The Grand Elder is currently in seclusion undergoing a breakthrough and cannot disclose further details."

As he said this, the image of the Grand Elder being punched into the wall by him flashed through his mind, and he almost lost his composure.

He coughed and continued.

"Miss is acting under orders. Patriarch Wei should just cooperate and not interfere too much."

Wei Chongde's smile remained unchanged as he nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, of course, Miss Zong, please feel free to ask if you have any requests!"

But his eyes darted around, and he then gave a wink to a servant behind him.

The servant quietly slipped out.

Chen Zheng caught this small movement out of the corner of his eye.

This is to send someone to contact the main branch of the clan to verify.

As expected, it would be strange if Wei Chongde actually believed them after they arrived and gave their names, and then warmly welcomed them.

If that's the case, then we need to consider whether the plan has been exposed and whether the Wei family has been waiting here for a long time.

In comparison, this little bit of doubt is nothing to worry about.

Zong Aoming is under house arrest. The Zong family is now on high alert, and news from the outside is getting in and out more slowly than usual.

It would take at least several hours to get from this small county town to the Zong family headquarters, and then through all the layers of bureaucracy to Zong Yanhui.

They have enough time.