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

Although the county magistrate's official rank was not high, his family was not so poor that they would not even have a stove in the winter.

Zhu Miao's room had little to no heating, and it looked cold and deserted.

"It's almost February, no need for charcoal." A hint of melancholy flashed in Zhu Miao's eyes.

"The Zhou family has treated you badly?" Zhu Qing keenly noticed the change in her expression.

"No, no, no."

"Why is that?"

"Xiaoqing, stop asking."

Just as Zhu Qing was about to ask what was going on, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Is that Xiao Qing?"

The voice sounded like that of a middle-aged woman, and it seemed somewhat familiar.

Zhu Qing opened the door and saw two figures carrying lanterns walking towards her.

There was an old woman and a young girl. The young girl was a maid, while the old woman had silver hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a rather sharp eye.

"It really is Xiao Qing."

The person who came was none other than Zhu Miao's mother-in-law, Lu Zhou.

"it's me."

"Oh, you're a very important guest, why don't you..."

"The night is long and cold, why not put some charcoal in my sister's room?"

Zhu Qing didn't give her a chance for pleasantries and went straight to the cold question, making the atmosphere suddenly more heavy.

Madam Lu's expression changed, then she raised her eyebrows and scolded, "It's so cold, I repeatedly told the young mistress to make sure there was enough charcoal in her room, but you didn't take it seriously. You deserve a beating!"

The maid beside her looked flustered and quickly knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

"This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!"

"It was all my carelessness that made the young mistress feel cold."

"You blind fool, what good is it for you to kowtow to this old woman!"

Lu Zhou kicked the maid in the buttocks, and the latter hurriedly turned around and knelt down in front of Zhu Miao and Zhu Qing.

"Young Madam, Sir, it's all my fault..."

Zhu Qing lowered her eyes to look at her, then at the shifty-eyed Lu Zhou Shi.

He knew the situation perfectly well.

Where is Zhou Yunsheng?

This is his brother-in-law.

"Yun Sheng..."

Madam Lu Zhou looked troubled, and quickly asked the steward beside her, "Where did that unfilial son run off to?!"

The butler trembled: "Young Master... he met some friends from the martial arts world today, they're probably still..."

"Go find it."

Zhu Qing, her face as cold as ice, turned and went into the room, sitting imposingly on a grand chair, the sword at her waist clattering on the table.

"Tell him that my sister's family has come."

……

A figure stumbled and staggered through the alley, while another person looked very anxious.

"Oh dear, young master, just how much wine did you drink?"

"Let's hurry up and go, Lord Zhu is about to unleash his power."

"Wha...what, Lord Zhu..."

Zhou Yunsheng's eyes were hazy, and he was clearly drunk: "It's...it's just a small flag...a tiny official..."

"I'm his brother-in-law... What, what can he do?"

"Please don't say anything! I'm begging you!"

The servant helped Zhou Yunsheng cross the threshold with difficulty.

The west wing room had its door wide open and was brightly lit.

coming.

At this moment, Zhu Qing was leisurely sipping her tea when she heard the noise outside and looked up.

"Damn it!"

Seeing her son completely drunk, Zhou, who was standing nearby, gritted her teeth and quickly stepped forward, shouting, "You're drunk again! Help him to the kitchen for a bowl of hangover soup!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The servants were about to help him change course.

"Wait a minute."

A cold sound made him stop again.

Zhu Qing stood in front of the door, his hands behind his back, his handsome face filled with coldness.

"My sister just gave birth to your Zhou family's child, and yet she's being treated so coldly by you."

"Do you think my sister's marriage due to pregnancy is an insult to your Zhou family?"

"No, no, no, this is hardly an honor..." Lu Zhoushi replied with a forced smile.

"Did I ask you?" Zhu Qing's eyes were extremely cold, leaving him speechless.

"Hmph, what shotgun wedding!"

Zhou Yunsheng, however, sneered and drunkenly said, "After waiting for so long, all I get is a girl!"

"My lawfully wedded wife, Zhou Yunsheng's legal wife, didn't even leave any descendants for my Zhou family. Such a woman... hiccup~ deserves to be neglected!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Zhu Qing slightly raised her chin, realizing what was happening.

So that's why.

Zhu Miao and Zhou Yunsheng had a child out of wedlock, and the pregnancy was about to become apparent, so both families urged them to get married quickly.

Originally, one was a county magistrate and the other was from a family that worked in the Northern Garrison of the capital. They were considered a well-matched couple. After their marriage, the couple lived in harmony and were highly regarded by outsiders.

Until the month before last, Zhu Miao caught a cold before she had even finished her postpartum confinement period, and the doctor diagnosed that she would never be able to have children again.

Now, as Zhu Qing recalls this, she realizes that today's events were foreshadowed long ago.

He took a deep breath and did not respond, but simply placed his hand on a four-foot-tall vat filled with water in the yard.

The others still didn't understand what he meant.

But then, in front of everyone, Zhu Qing casually tossed the 500-pound water vat into the air.

Then the sword at his waist was drawn, and a cold, eerie light flashed in the courtyard, piercing the darkness with lightning and thunder, and silver snakes danced wildly.

Click click click!

Before the group could react, the water vat had been chopped into pieces, and the water cascaded down, splashing onto Zhou Yunsheng.

The broken pieces of the water vat clattered to the ground, startling everyone who retreated in fear.

Zhou Yunsheng was also drenched in cold water, and some ice blocks that had frozen due to the cold weather even hit him on the head, making him look extremely disheveled.

"To help you sober up."

Zhu Qing spoke coldly, holding the knife.

In an instant, everyone present was shocked and swallowed hard.

Lu Zhoushi, in particular, was so weak that her legs trembled and she could barely stand.

They saw what just happened very clearly.

Even if the water vat is empty, it would still take two people to lift it, let alone when it's full of water; it would weigh at least 500 jin (250 kg).

Zhu Qing could lift it up with one hand, and do so with such ease. Such superhuman strength was far beyond what even the guards of the Zhou family could match.

Not to mention the subsequent strikes; taking their lives would be incredibly easy.

Furthermore, given his position as the Northern Garrison Commander, arresting and killing people is as easy as breathing. If he were to casually accuse someone of being a member of the White Lotus Sect, the imperial court might even reward him for upholding justice by killing his own family.

The cold water also brought Zhou Yunsheng back to his senses.

He stood there stunned for a long time before he finally noticed the flying fish uniform that Zhu Qing was wearing. He gasped and quickly wiped the water off his face, his previous nonchalant attitude completely gone.

"Uncle...Master Zhu!"

When Zhu Qing was a junior officer, Zhou Yunsheng did not pay much attention to him. If it weren't for the Northern Garrison Command, a department that inspired fear in people, he wouldn't even have taken it seriously.

But the general flag is a completely different matter.

At this level, it's no longer as superficial as just caring about how many people there are.

They can file cases and handle cases independently, arrest people, and although they do not have the final authority to convict, how the commander reports the case will directly affect how the superior determines the conviction.

This is not much different from convicting yourself.

As the saying goes, one should respect the clothes before the person. At this point, Zhu Qing, who was now the captain, was no longer just his brother-in-law.

It is Lord Zhu of the Northern Garrison, an imperial envoy sent down by the Emperor to handle the case!

What you just said really upset me.

Zhu Qing slowly sheathed his sword: "I'm very angry right now."