In a chaotic and famine-stricken era, I picked up an empress to be my wife.

Upon hearing this!

Old Zhao and Zhao Long looked up at the same time, their faces filled with surprise.

Old Zhao tugged at Zhao Feng's sleeve: "Little Feng, how dare you speak like that! Apologize to Foreman Shen right now!"

Zhao Feng flung her arm away, sneering and raising her chin: "You old geezer, you want me to apologize to him? Who does he think he is?"

Old Zhao's eyes practically blazed with fire: "How dare you spout such nonsense? Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Feng snorted, her voice rising several octaves: "Hmph! Don't call me Xiao Feng! Let me tell you, I'm about to become the wife of a county magistrate! My status is many times higher than yours, you lowly corpse carriers. And you expect me to apologize?"

Her voice was high-pitched and bright, as if she had been holding these words in for too long and was finally pouring them out all at once.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her attention to Shen An: "Shen An, if I tell you to write it, then hurry up and write it! What are you dawdling about!"

Shen An's expression remained calm as he looked at Zhao Feng: "No wonder you were willing to be Ma Tianming's spy; it turns out he promised you would be his woman."

Zhao Feng and Ma Qiang were both taken aback, not expecting that Shen An already knew about this.

But on second thought, Shen An's initiative to tell them the secret of the dead man's hair probably meant that he had already seen through the situation.

Under their pressure, they had no choice but to bow down and submit.

Thinking this way, the three of them straightened their backs even more, and Zhao Feng's chest even puffed out a bit more: "So what if it is? When Constable Ma returns, he will be the county magistrate, and I will be the county magistrate's wife!"

Old Zhao finally realized what was going on.

Zhao Feng acted as Ma Tianming's spy, betraying Shen An!

His fingers trembled with anger: "Xiao Feng, how could you do this! Foreman Shen has been kind to us!"

"Get out of here, you old geezer!" Zhao Fengchong waved her hand at Old Zhao, shoving him so hard he stumbled. "His little bit of kindness is nothing! He just gave me a few bites of food and a few copper coins. When I become the wife of the county magistrate, I'll repay him tenfold!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and pointed at Shen An with her finger: "This county magistrate's wife orders you to write it now! Immediately!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Standing at the kitchen door, Shen Xiaoqi suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach and bursting into laughter.

Zhao Feng suddenly turned her head and glared at Shen Xiaoqi: "Shen Xiaoqi, what are you laughing at!"

She felt her authority had been trampled on, and her voice turned fierce: "Dare to laugh again, and believe me, this county magistrate's wife will skin you alive!"

"Oh my, the county magistrate's wife is quite the big shot!" Shen Xiaoqi not only didn't shut up, but also clapped her hands while laughing.

"Hmph! When you become a big shot, how can you not show off your power?" Zhao Feng's lips curled up higher and higher: "I know you people who live at the bottom all day long know how to hate the rich and powerful. To put it bluntly, it's because you have no ability!"

"If you're so capable, why don't you go and become county magistrates yourselves and show me!"

"Hahahaha!" Shen Xiaoqi laughed so hard she stomped her feet.

"Enough!" Ma Qiang strode forward. "You bastard, you dare laugh? You're tired of living!"

"You're the ones who're tired of living."

Before Shen An finished speaking, he had already raised his crossbow and pulled the trigger as quickly as if he had been waiting for this moment.

The crossbow bolts shot out with a whoosh!

Before Ma Qiang and his trusted confidants could figure out what was happening, they were all shot in the chest with arrows. Their bodies stiffened abruptly, and they staggered backward.

This scene came so suddenly that Old Zhao and the others stood there with their mouths agape, as if they had been frozen in place.

Zhao Feng's face turned pale instantly, but only for a moment, she remembered that she was the future wife of the county magistrate!

So he straightened up again, having just bent over: "Shen An, have you lost your mind? Daring to lay a hand on Ma Qiang and his men! Aren't you afraid that Constable Ma will come back and deal with you? When he returns, he'll be the county magistrate; he won't even need to say a word to kill you!"

"It's a pity he's not coming back." The cold light in Shen An's eyes was like a knife.

Zhao Feng took a step back, startled by that gaze, but refused to back down: "You think you can just say you won't come back? Who do you think you are!"

"I've already killed him, how could he come back?" Shen An retorted.

"You? Killing Officer Ma? Anyone can talk big!" Zhao Feng sneered.

"If I hadn't killed him, how could I have acted so recklessly against you?"

Shen An threw out a rhetorical question, then took a few steps forward and placed one foot on Ma Qiang's chest.

Ma Qiang was hit by two arrows, and blood was flowing out along the arrow shafts.

The kick made his face contort in pain, and he realized that Shen An must have killed Ma Tianming, otherwise why would he dare to come and kill them?

In an attempt to save his life, he invoked the county magistrate's name: "Shen... Shen An, are you insane! You've killed so many people, aren't you afraid the magistrate will come after you?"

He hoped that these words would make Shen An nervous.

But Shen An wasn't afraid at all. He leveled the crossbow again and pointed the tip at Ma Qiang's forehead: "Don't worry about me. I have powerful backers. Rest in peace."

These words completely shattered Ma Qiang's last remaining hope.

Fear washed over him like a tidal wave, and he trembled violently, his legs kicking wildly on the ground: "Don't...don't kill me! I don't have any deep-seated hatred for you! Let me go, I'll be your slave, I'll call you grandpa, okay...?"

"I don't need a grandson like you, you should just die!"

Shen An fired his crossbow bolt, the tip piercing Ma Qiang's forehead and exiting from the back of his head. Ma Qiang's body twitched twice and then remained completely still.

Seeing this, the remaining confidants tried to escape, but Shen An and Shen Xiaoqi rushed forward and each delivered a clean and swift blow.

In just a few breaths, five corpses lay in the courtyard, the stench of blood overwhelming.

Shen An raised his head, his bloodshot eyes slowly turning towards Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng shuddered. Even if she was stupid, she could see clearly that Shen An killed Ma Qiang and the others as easily as slaughtering chickens, without even blinking.

He definitely has powerful backers; it's true that he killed Ma Tianming!

Her beautiful dream of becoming the county magistrate's wife shattered into nothingness at that moment, leaving only one thought in her mind.

Survive!

She knelt down with a thud: "Squad Leader Shen, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please give me another chance, please..."

Shen An kicked her to the ground.

Seeing that he wasn't giving her a chance, Zhao Feng got up and looked at Dugu Meng with a wronged expression: "Brother Xiao Si, please put in a good word for me, okay?"

Having witnessed Zhao Feng's true colors throughout the entire ordeal, Dugu Meng realized how incredibly foolish she had been to have felt pity for her before.

Zhao Fengnian was young, but his heart was more vicious than that of an adult.

Dugu Meng turned her head away and ignored her.

Zhao Feng turned to Shen Xiaoqi, who took half a step forward and spat directly onto her head.

Zhao Feng shrugged, her feigned grievance becoming even more pronounced.

She placed all her hopes on Old Zhao, her voice hoarse with sobs: "Waaah, Grandpa...please say something for me! Aren't you the one who loves Xiaofeng the most?"

Old Zhao sighed heavily, a long and deep sigh that seemed to draw all the strength out of his chest.

He didn't plead for her at all, but simply shook his head, turned and walked out of the courtyard gate, leaving Shen An to deal with her as he saw fit.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, don't go, don't go!" Seeing that he didn't turn around, Zhao Feng turned to look at Zhao Long. "Xiao Long! Quickly, try to persuade Grandpa, please try to persuade him!"

Zhao Long did not try to persuade him.

Instead, he walked step by step to Zhao Feng, his face still expressionless.

Zhao Feng immediately lowered her voice, her tone urgent and soft: "Xiao Long, you're here to help your sister, right? You, you stand in front of your sister, okay? Let your sister run away..."

"You die."

Zhao Long bent down and pulled the crossbow bolt out of Ma Qiang's chest.

He gave no one time to react, and with a swift movement, the arrow pierced straight into Zhao Feng's chest.

"what!"

Zhao Feng screamed in agony, looking down at the crossbow bolt embedded in her chest, her eyes bulging out of their sockets: "You...you...why did you kill me?"

Not only her, but Shen An and the others all wore the same look of astonishment.

How could Zhao Long, who was always quiet and only knew how to keep his head down and work, suddenly commit murder?

He even killed his own sister with his own hands?