Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Boss lady, if you change your mind now and obey me when the city magistrate arrives, you'll suffer less."

Zhang Dongyang watched as a follower ran out of the inn, then turned back and smiled at Ye Mo.

Since ancient times, commoners have been able to fight against officials? That's just wishful thinking!

The proprietress is somewhat ungrateful; she must have a very fierce temper.

But he liked it. The more irritable the horse, the harder it was to tame, but once tamed and ridden, the more exhilarating it felt!

Faced with Zhang Dongyang's disgusting face, Ye Mo lowered her eyes and pondered, her beautiful face as cold as ice.

In fact, she had only been in the Holy Dragon Empire for a little over a year, and she was unfamiliar with those influential figures in the officialdom.

She didn't recognize any of them, which meant she was truly going to fight against the official robes with plain clothes.

If it comes to fighting, Ye Mo could beat ten or a hundred Zhang Dongyangs, even though he only appears to be at the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

According to cultivation levels, there are seven major realms: Origin Spirit, Deity Transformation, Void Soul, Condensed Essence, Primordial Ancient, Great Void, and Great Purity.

The former four realms are merely the threshold to becoming a Spirit Cultivator, but even if they are just the threshold, the difference between those realms is like heaven and earth.

Ye Mo was at the late stage of the Condensation Realm, and it wouldn't be a matter of an instant for her to crush Zhang Dongyang.

The key issue is that while it's easy to deal with him, how do we deal with the forces behind him?

If she were alone, she would have torn Zhang Dongyang to pieces on the spot and fed him to the dogs.

That lewd gaze was truly disgusting!

But the reality is that she is not only herself, but also the owner of this inn, and her every move is related to the safety of the inn.

Therefore, she cannot act impulsively, nor can she actually kill Zhang Dongyang.

"Zhang Dongyang, right? Go ahead and call your uncle. Today I'll see what you can do to me." Ye Mo's bright eyes flashed with a hint of starlight, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips as she spoke.

She suddenly thought of a solution. Although it was risky, if successful, it could at least keep the inn safe for three years.

She only needs to use Zhang Dongyang to threaten Li Hui, making him write a promise on the spot that he will never cause trouble for the inn again, and then she can personally give the letter to Pingjing Ling.

Out of respect for the Pingjing magistrate, Li Hui naturally dared not act recklessly again.

However, doing so carries two major risks. First, if Pingjing Ling and Li Hui are in cahoots, her inn will be destroyed immediately.

Secondly, what if Li Hui were to be tempted by a beautiful woman? If his nephew is like this, how much better can his uncle be?

Ye Mo took a deep breath, suppressing her thoughts, and quietly waited for Li Hui to arrive.

Now, she has no choice but to take a gamble!

Zhang Dongyang smiled and plopped down in his chair without saying another word.

Suddenly, the entire inn fell into a deathly silence, as if it were a graveyard.

I could faintly hear the sounds of diners eating, but the noises were so faint that you wouldn't hear them unless you were paying close attention.

If some people are cautious, then there must be others who are carefree.

Jiang Yueming sensed the tense atmosphere below, a mischievous thought flashed through his mind, and he grinned.

He turned around, picked up a piece of white glutinous rice cake, and threw it over Zhang Dongyang's head. A precise parabola appeared in the air, about to hit Zhang Dongyang.

He suddenly raised his eyes, immediately reached out and crushed the rice cake that was attacking him into powder, and said sternly, "You little brat upstairs, haven't you had enough of looking?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming chuckled softly, leaning her elbows against the wooden railing, and said, "Have you seen enough? Are you referring to my beautiful Ye? Or to your disgusting face?"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression tightened, his cheeks flushed, and the words "my beautiful Ye" came out almost instinctively.

He didn't know why it sounded so natural to him.

Ye Mo also blushed. How could Jiang Yueming say such frivolous things when so many diners were watching?

But for some reason, she felt no aversion whatsoever; in fact, she was even somewhat delighted.

That's strange, really strange.

"Could it be that I've fallen in love with him at first sight?" Ye Mo's face flushed slightly as she murmured, biting her lip.

No! That's impossible!

Ye Mo, what are you thinking! He's only thirteen or fourteen years old!

Ye Mo forcibly concealed the wavering in her eyes and silently comforted herself.

She had forgotten that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Hmph! You little brat, what do you mean by 'your beauty'? Just wait until my uncle gets here, he'll take care of you too!"

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger erupted in Zhang Dongyang's head. He stared intently at Jiang Yueming, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Jiang Yueming didn't seem to care much about the gaze, and said quietly, "Zhang Dongyang, let me ask you, which is more powerful, the City Commandant or the Magistrate of Pingjing?"

Although Zhang Dongyang was reluctant to answer, he thought that Jiang Yueming didn't even know this, so he just regarded him as a little kid.

He felt much better, tapped his fingers on the table, and chuckled, "Oh dear, a kid will be a kid. Let me tell you."

"The rank of City Commandant is fourth grade, while the rank of Pingjing Magistrate is third grade."

"So, the Pingjing magistrate is even more powerful now," Jiang Yueming said.

Zhang Dongyang snorted coldly, looking down on Jiang Yueming even more: "That's obvious, you brat."

"I've heard that the newly appointed Pingjing Magistrate is Zhang Yuqian, the daughter of the Zhang family and a prodigy of the Imperial State."

Jiang Yueming leaned forward slightly, her hands supporting her on the railing, her smile growing even wider.

There was a hint of threat in his words!

"Yeah, I didn't expect you, little one..."

Zhang Dongyang stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his pupils gradually shrinking as a look of terror slowly appeared on his face.

He began to understand the meaning behind Jiang Yueming's words.

Every time a new official takes office, there will be some changes in personnel positions below him.

If something were to happen to Li Hui at this time, Zhang Yuqian could use that as leverage to remove him from his position as city commander.

Compared to his uncle's future, what does Zhang Dongyang's desire to forcibly possess a woman matter?

Even if we take a step back and say that Zhang Yuqian, the pride of the Imperial State, has always been upright and just, cares about the people, and has also served in the army.

Her ability to solve cases and judge right and wrong is no less than that of the guys in the Ministry of Justice in the imperial court.

If Ye Mo causes trouble at her residence, and she finds out, he will never be able to get Ye Mo in his life, and he might even be punished!

boom!

The more Zhang Dongyang thought about it, the more frightened he became. He suddenly jerked up, slammed his hand on the wooden table, pointed at Jiang Yueming, and cursed.

"You...who are you?! Is someone directing you?!"

He couldn't believe that a child that age could have such thoughts and methods.

Ye Mo's beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at Jiang Yueming. She pursed her red lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

I have so many questions I want to ask him.

The first question is, why did they throw rice cakes at her?!

It's one thing for him not to eat, but he's also wasting food!

Do you know how many people starved to death on the border?

Jiang Yueming seemed to notice Ye Mo's unfriendly gaze and deliberately avoided her. A smile played on her lips as she spread her arms and raised her chin, saying, "Heh, who am I? Remember me, I'll only say it once."

"I am…"

Zhang Dongyang raised his head, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Jiang Yueming, his fingers clenched so tightly that he almost crushed the rice cake crumbs in his palm into powder, waiting for Jiang Yueming's last words.

"Your dad!"

"Bastard!!!" These two simple words made Zhang Dongyang feel extremely insulted, and his face instantly turned furious.

"You arrogant little brat! Get down here right now!!"