Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"My...distinguished guest?"

Ye Mo lowered her eyes slightly, carefully considering Jiang Yueming's words, but subtly distanced herself from him.

It seemed that ever since she saw Jiang Yueming, she had an indescribable feeling about him, as if she knew him very well, and she always wanted to lean on him.

However, doing so would make her seem too proactive, and it would indeed be inappropriate for them to have such intimate contact after only meeting once.

Jiang Yueming didn't notice Ye Mo's subtle actions. Instead, she turned her gaze to Zhang Dongyang and laughed, "Zhang Dongyang, you haven't handed over all your valuables yet."

He was referring to the valuables he had on him, not just Star Origin Coins.

There's also Zhang Dongyang's gold-embroidered crane robe and the white crown with bright jade beads on his head; these are all valuable items, and none of them can be left out.

If Zhang Dongyang's undergarments and panties are also quite valuable, then I'm sorry, he'll have to leave the inn completely naked today.

"Jiang Yueming, what else do you want? I've already handed over all the Star Origin Coins I have," Zhang Dongyang said coldly, his eyes dark and his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves.

He now wished he could kill Jiang Yueming immediately; how dare a lowly commoner like Jiang Yueming be so arrogant in front of him.

When his uncle arrives, he must skin Jiang Yueming alive!

Jiang Yueming rolled her eyes, ignoring Zhang Dongyang's anger: "A bet is a bet. Your clothes, the jade crown on your head, and the shoes on your feet are all at stake."

"These are all valuable, bring them all over!"

"Young Master Jiang! Let me give you a piece of advice: be forgiving when you can, otherwise, how will you face yourself when Lord Li arrives?"

Seeing Jiang Yueming pressuring Zhang Dongyang step by step, a brown-clad follower standing behind him finally spoke.

Jiang Yueming sensed a hint of sternness in his follower's words and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "This is truly amusing. Zhang Dongyang, are your family's decisions made by dogs?"

"Jiang Yueming, you!" As soon as he finished speaking, the follower's face turned ashen, and he stared intently at Jiang Yueming as if he was about to attack.

But Zhang Dongyang stopped him with one hand, a murderous glint in his eyes, and questioned, "Jiang Yueming, do we really have to come to this?"

His words still carried a hint of giving Jiang Yueming a chance; if Jiang Yueming was sensible enough to seize the opportunity, she could suffer less in prison.

Otherwise, I'll torture him until he'd rather be dead!

Seeing this, Ye Mo's beautiful eyes filled with worry, and her small hand almost instinctively grabbed Jiang Yueming's palm: "Jiang Yueming, I think we should leave this matter here, okay?"

Since Zhang Dongyang has already handed over all his money, there is no need to strip him naked; doing so would only intensify the conflict.

It's best to stop while you're ahead, since Zhang Dongyang has already sent someone to invite his uncle.

If Li Huiyi were to arrive, the situation would certainly be very passive. If he were to be more aggressive now, Jiang Yueming's life might not be spared.

Furthermore, since this matter originated with her, Jiang Yueming had no need to stand up for her.

Jiang Yueming felt the soft warmth in his palm, and his heart trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and met Ye Mo's worried gaze. The deep concern in her eyes could not be hidden.

He was stunned for a moment, then pretended to cough lightly to cover up the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"But... if Li Hui comes, you'd better stand behind me, okay?" Ye Mo lowered her eyes and whispered, a bitter feeling rising in her heart.

She didn't try to persuade Jiang Yueming any further. She knew that the young man was still too young and had no idea what Li Huichengwei's identity meant.

Zhang Dongyang alone is not a threat, but Li Hui behind him is someone we must take seriously.

It's not that easy for ordinary people to fight against officials; reality isn't a storybook.

Jiang Yueming noticed her emotions, gripped her delicate hand, and smiled confidently, "Boss Ye, don't worry. Zhang Dongyang has powerful backers, and so do you."

Ye Mo felt a warmth from Jiang Yueming's hand and suddenly realized what she and Jiang Yueming had been doing. Her cheeks flushed slightly. "No...no, I'm just a small business owner. I don't have any high-ranking officials backing me up."

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Jiang Yueming sighed softly, then his eyes shone with youthful spirit, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile: "What do you need any high-ranking official for? I'm enough."

"What can a mere city commander do even if he comes?"

After saying that, Jiang Yueming looked at Zhang Dongyang and gestured with her chin to signal him to start taking off his clothes.

He spoke casually, but Ye Mo, standing beside him, had already blushed alluringly, and even her fair neck was flushed.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her beautiful eyes seemed to ripple with the gentle light of a spring.

Over the past decade or so, many outstanding men have said these beautiful words to her, but none of them have touched her heart.

It wasn't that those exceptional suitors weren't good enough; they just couldn't give her that unique feeling.

But Jiang Yueming was different. His words seemed to possess a magical power, easily conquering the softest parts of her heart and giving her a sense of security.

"Could it be that I really have feelings for him..." Ye Mo raised her bright eyes and secretly looked at Jiang Yueming's resolute profile, murmuring to herself.

The next moment, she suddenly noticed a hint of anger gathering on his face. Ye Mo was immediately stunned, and her small mouth opened slightly, but was interrupted by a stern voice.

"Stop dawdling, Zhang Dongyang! Are you going to take your clothes off or not? Do I have to do it myself?"

Jiang Yueming saw that Zhang Dongyang was still standing there without making a move, and his face showed a hint of anger.

He knew that Zhang Dongyang was stalling for time, hoping that Li Hui would come to his rescue.

Jiang Yueming didn't want to give him that chance, because some things needed to be verified.

Faced with Jiang Yueming's impending anger, Zhang Dongyang paused for a moment, then reluctantly bent down and took off his black leather silk boots.

"Take off your clothes first!" Jiang Yueming frowned and suddenly spoke sternly.

Everyone in the inn was shocked and puzzled as to why Jiang Yueming would make such a request. Wasn't it the same whether he took off one or the other?

"Sigh, this young master Jiang is too audacious. He has truly offended Commander Li this time."

"That's what I mean. When Lord Li arrives, his fate will probably be the same as Li Erdan's last time—chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs."

"Who cares about him? As long as I have money, that's all that matters."

"..."

Hearing the whispers around him, Zhang Dongyang's face stiffened. He gritted his teeth, showing no intention of taking off his clothes.

Seeing Zhang Dongyang hesitate, Jiang Yueming immediately stepped forward, ready to forcibly strip him of his clothes.

Ding ding!

A series of orderly footsteps of soldiers suddenly came from outside the inn, followed by a deep voice.

"Who's causing trouble here! Do they all have a death wish?"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen soldiers rushed in from the door and surrounded Jiang Yueming and Ye Mo. They drew gleaming blades from their waists, the blades flashing with a cold light, ready to drink blood at any moment.

Jiang Yueming, who was about to move, suddenly stopped, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The final character in this closing act has finally arrived."