If you don't bring disaster to the world, what kind of henchman are you to be?

The Yu Dynasty, the twenty-fifth year of Jianxin, the eighteenth day of the first month.

Outside the capital city, the sea is cold and desolate.

Rumble rumble~

The wheels of the carriage made a dull thud as they rolled over the snow and mud, upon which sat a bright red sedan chair, its gold tassels swaying in the wind.

As they galloped, the curtains opened, revealing a wrinkled old face peering out. Looking back at the deep, dark place they had come from, they saw figures moving about, as if a pack of hungry wolves were relentlessly pursuing them.

"Damn henchmen!"

"Am I the only corrupt official in the entire Dayu Kingdom? Why are they singled out and relentlessly targeting me!"

He roared hoarsely, then waved his hand.

"Tiger, stop them!"

"yes!"

A dozen or so men in sturdy clothes around the carriage pulled up the horses' heads and forced them to stop, the horses neighing loudly.

On the official road ten zhang away from here, another group of seven men on horseback were in pursuit.

They were all dressed in black with silver trim, long knives at their waists, and official hats on their heads, exuding an aura of solemnity and killing intent.

"Leave no survivors except for Song Qinghe."

At the forefront, Zhang Sanshi, a centurion of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, shouted, and his long sword was drawn in succession, its cold light flashing.

Zhu Qing stood to Zhang Sanshi's left, his gaze stern, his hand gripping the knife making a creaking sound.

Although his face remained calm, he was actually extremely nervous inside.

Just because they had only transmigrated here an hour ago and hadn't yet adapted to this ancient environment, they were already tasked with solving a case and arresting people today. Anyone would be nervous in that situation.

This place is called the Great Yu Dynasty, which has existed for over six hundred years. Its dynastic system is very similar to the feudal dynasties that Zhu Qing is familiar with.

The original owner was also named Zhu Qing. He was a seventh-rank officer in the Northern Garrison Command, a hereditary member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He inherited his father's position as officer at the young age of twenty. He was the seventh son of his superior, a centurion.

The person we are going to take today is Song Qinghe, the Director of the Water Conservancy Department of the Ministry of Works.

According to the evidence held by the Six Doors, Song Qinghe served as an official in the court for seventeen years and embezzled a total of nearly one million taels of silver, making him a veritable big corrupt official.

Last year alone, Qingzhou suffered severe flooding, which submerged seven counties.

Despite the current deficit in the national treasury, the imperial court managed to scrape together two million taels of silver for disaster relief, which was used to support the people and repair the dikes.

However, Song Qinghe embezzled 500,000 taels of silver, causing tens of thousands of people to be left unresolved, resulting in death and illness.

Now that his misdeeds have come to light, he received advance warning half an hour ago and fled with his family assets.

The Northern Garrison Command, the Six Doors, and the city defense troops had laid a tight net, but he still managed to find a loophole and escape.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanshi, the centurion, discovered it in time and led Zhu Qing and others to catch up.

"Brothers! We've been training for this moment, and Lord Song has always treated us well!"

"We have to stop these bastards today, no matter what!"

Xu Hu, a retainer supported by Song Qinghe, had a fierce look on his face, and his killing intent was intense.

There was no unnecessary talk, no hesitation whatsoever.

The two groups collided head-on, instantly descending into chaos, with the clanging of weapons filling the air.

In front of Zhu Qing was a burly man with a thick beard carrying a spiked club, who raised the club and launched the first attack.

Call ~

The sound of something cutting through the air was deafening. Before the spiked club even reached him, the immense force of the wind made Zhu Qing's cheek sting.

Although it was their first battle, their bodies reacted instinctively, squeezing the horse's belly to dodge to the side.

Immediately after twisting her waist, Zhu Qing spun around in mid-air and stomped hard on the burly man's chest.

Bang!

His seemingly awkward posture somehow generated immense force, instantly causing the burly man to fall over.

"So this is the power of Qi and blood...?"

Zhu Qing felt the distinct heat swirling within her body, her eyes wide with surprise.

There exists extraordinary power in this world, known as martial arts.

The strong can fly through the air and break through a city with a single punch, while even the weakest can scale walls and rooftops, a feat unmatched in martial arts novels of the past.

Now, with this small test of his light-footed skills, Zhu Qing's confidence soared even higher, and the long sword in his hand hooked up a waning moon.

puff~

Heads were lifted up, blood splattered across the sky.

[Attribute value +4]

Then the subtitles appeared in front of me.

This is the attribute panel that Zhu Qing awakened when she transmigrated here.

Simply by killing enemies, you can gain corresponding attribute points based on their cultivation level.

He was in the midst of a battle and didn't pay much attention, only because another person was thrusting a sword at him from behind!

The angle was tricky, and the speed was lightning fast; he was clearly a skilled assassin.

But no matter how skilled he was, he couldn't compare to the original owner's almost cruel training from childhood. Without even turning his head, he thrust his long sword out from under his armpit first.

In an instant, a bloody hole was pierced in his heart, causing his body to stiffen and become immobile.

[Attribute value +3]

"Xiao Qi! Come with me to arrest him!"

Then a shout came, and Zhu Qing looked in the direction of the sound.

The arrogant retainer Xu Hu had just been cut in half at the waist and was lying on the ground. Zhang Sanshi shook off the hot, crimson blood from his blade, spurred his horse, and gave chase.

"drive!"

Zhu Qing immediately tightened the reins and spurred his horse out of the battle.

The horses of the Imperial Guards were all well-fed and strong, and the two men quickly caught up with the carriage ahead, one on the left and one on the right.

At this moment, Song Qinghe had no guards left and could only watch helplessly as Zhang Sanshi raised his crossbow and shot his horse dead.

Sigh~~

The horse neighed in pain and collapsed to the ground, causing the palanquin behind it to overturn and crash to the ground in the snow with several loud cracks.

Amidst the flying wood chips, Song Qinghe, along with two beautiful concubines draped in fox fur coats, tumbled out in a disheveled state.

"Ouch~~"

He wasn't a martial artist, so this fall caused him to cry out in pain.

Ta-da!

Zhu Qing slowly stopped, his gaze lingering on the gold and silver jewels scattered in the snow, his handsome face showing surprise and indignation.

They were astonished to find that the amount confiscated from his home had exceeded one million taels of silver; they hadn't expected him to have so much embezzled money.

The indignation stems from the sheer amount of embezzled funds.

Damn it, I risk my life, even my head, and my monthly salary is only a pittance. Compared to that, it's not even worth a fingernail.

"Damn it!"

With so many properties, how much of the people's wealth must have been plundered?

Zhu Qing withdrew his gaze, sheathed his sword, and dismounted.

"Commander Zhang!"

Despite the pain, Song Qinghe got up. His silk robes were covered in mud, and he swayed as he raised his hands to steady himself.

"We all serve in the same court, why must we be so ruthless and ruthless?"

"Take these 100,000 taels of silver notes!"

He hurriedly took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket and held them up to Zhang Sanshi with a forced smile.

"You only make seven taels a month, which is barely enough to make ends meet in the capital."

"Take these silver notes. If you spare my life, I'll send you a chest of gold and jewels as soon as I'm safe!"

The latter, with narrow, cold eyes, said, "Song Qinghe, I'm not here to take you for wealth and status."

"Not wealth..."

He murmured to himself, then his eyes lit up: "I understand! As soon as I leave this place, I will write a letter to Grand Secretary Tang!"

"I am the brother-in-law of Grand Secretary Tang. With my recommendation, you will be promoted to Deputy Commander of a Thousand Households within three months!"

Zhang Sanshi remained unmoved and slightly raised his hand: "Xiao Qi, tie him up."

"yes!"

Zhu Qing stepped forward, took out a rope from his waist, and tied Song Qinghe up tightly.

The latter was terrified and struggled incessantly, shouting, "You don't want the money, you don't want the official position, what do you want?!"

Zhang Sanshi stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and ruthless.

"We want justice."