That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

"!!!"

The girl made a sound of anger and embarrassment, just like a dog guarding its food.

Jiang Jingming had no choice but to continue holding her collar to prevent her from impulsively rushing out.

"It's really strange. It's just the death of a day laborer, yet it has brought up so many strange people and events."

Master Fu picked up a piece of roasted mutton with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and smacked his lips.

"Who told that day laborer named Ah Da to be so blind! He dared to offend the master's beloved Miss Liu. He deserved to go to jail. But I never expected him to be so useless. He was so scared that he hanged himself after just one night."

The servants filled his cup with wine, their faces beaming with ingratiating smiles.

"Who said he hanged himself?"

Master Fu took a sip of wine, frowned, and glared at the shopkeeper.

"Why does even the strong liquor taste so weak today?"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he immediately came up to apologize and scolded the waiter to change the wine.

The servant kicked the waiter in the buttocks, then curiously leaned closer to listen.

“These lowly people have spoiled my Liu’er’s mood. It’s only fair that they be skinned alive.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the greasy, satisfied smile lines that had just spread across Master Fu's fleshy face froze.

A powerful gust of wind from a punch swept towards us!

The girl who fell from the sky had eyes full of anger, like burning sunlight!

"My mom will tear your mouth apart!!!"

Chapter Twenty: Xie Yunqi

No one expected this sudden turn of events.

Mr. Fu had lived a life of luxury for many years, and his physique was unusually large and clumsy.

Naturally, he couldn't dodge her powerful straight punch, which was like a brick flying through the air, and he was sent flying like a disheveled bear.

The tables, which had been prepared with food and drinks in advance, were flipped over one after another, accompanied by a series of clattering sounds as bowls and plates shattered.

The girl was still not satisfied, so she chased after him and threw several more heavy punches, beating Master Fu until he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The servant was stunned at first, but after a while he reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to protect his master.

He reached out to grab the girl by the back of her collar, but she turned her head first, her eyes sharp as knives.

The servant felt a chill run down his spine as the girl kicked him out the door.

Jiang Jingming poured himself a glass of wine and leisurely watched the show.

Aqing kept her eyelashes lowered, seemingly uninterested in the earth-shattering commotion downstairs.

All the other customers in the shop had already run away, leaving only the shopkeeper and the waiter huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. How could they dare to stop them?

"My colorful glazed tiles...my century-old staircase..."

You can still faintly hear the shopkeeper's desperate lament.

"You son of a bitch! Who dares to touch our master!"

Finally, a group of servants wielding long sticks burst through the door, probably having heard the commotion and come to rescue the people.

Just a moment ago, Master Fu was all smiles, but now he lay half-dead in a pool of blood. The murderer not only showed no intention of escaping, but also kicked him twice more, seemingly unsatisfied.

"Hey, are you dead yet? If you're not, I'm going to continue!"

So arrogant!

The servants were shocked. When did such a reckless girl arrive in Shulan City?

The enraged crowd immediately swarmed forward.

After all, the rich man was beaten to death, and these wicked lackeys would lose their backer and starve!

The girl turned around, stepped on Master Fu's head, and drew her sword.

Jiang Jingming now has time to examine the sword closely.

The sword was as white as snow, and the blade seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. The hilt was wrapped with a red tassel inlaid with chalcedony.

It is a rare and excellent sword.

Even he, the former young sect master of the First Sword Sect, had to admit it.

Judging from the quality of this sword, her claimed identity is most likely true.

Only a bunch of stupid servants would blindly rush forward with a broken dog-beating stick.

You're risking your life if you only earn a few dollars a month?

Jiang Jingming swirled his wine glass, the liquid reflecting the lamplight, its shimmering light resembling amber.

The girl's boxing style was like a wild, uncontrolled brawl, resembling a street thug venting his anger.

But the moment she drew her sword, her entire demeanor changed; her bright, peach-blossom eyes suddenly held an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.

The once-aggressive servants were all trembling in fear. They looked at each other, not daring to step forward.

The girl was clearly very satisfied with the situation, and she proudly raised her chin towards the second floor.

Jiang Jingming, having received her provocation, smiled and raised his glass to her from afar.

It wasn't until Master Fu, whom she was trampling underfoot, let out a half-dead cry for help that the servants snapped out of their daze and rushed forward with their sticks.

The girl snorted coldly and turned her sword.

She intended to teach these liars a lesson, but didn't plan to take their lives, so she took an unconventional approach.

In the blink of an eye, all the dozen or so servants released their long sticks, hanging their wrists and wailing.

"I've already severed your tendons, let's see who dares to bully people with sticks now!"

The girl performed a beautiful sword flourish, making the blade spotless again, and gracefully sheathed the sword.

Jiang Jingming lowered his head and drank. He vaguely remembered that the swordsmanship of the Divine Capital Guard was different from that of the Wash Spring Sword Sect.

The Wash Spring Sword Sect is divided into heavy swords and light swords. Heavy swords are domineering and fierce, while light swords are fast and deadly.

The Shen Du Wei (Divine Capital Guard) emphasizes a steady sword style, using defense as a means of attack without leaving any gaps, displaying the demeanor of a great general on the battlefield.

Although the girl claimed to be a member of the Divine Capital Guard, her sword-wielding posture was fluid and graceful, like a dance, with a dazzling display of sword strokes, suggesting she had a highly skilled master.

Although it looks a bit like what Gu Tinghan described as a showy display, in this demanding guy's eyes, anything that can't defeat an enemy in one blow is probably just a showy display.

"You're lucky you escaped this time, now get out of here! But this fat guy still has to die!"

The girl's brows furrowed, revealing a murderous aura.

The servants felt as if their hands were crippled, and they were all terrified. They only had the strength to flee in a sorry state and could no longer care about the rich man.

"Spare his life!"

At that moment, a panting voice shouted hoarsely from outside the door.

But before the owner of the voice arrived, a tall, long-haired boy carrying a long sword strode forward.

Upon seeing the mess, he gasped, his face turning ashen.

"Miss Xie! Heavens, what have you done?!"

"Lu Zhao, stop yelling!"

The girl glared at him and kicked Mr. Fu, who was lying on the ground, in a bad mood.

"It's still breathing."

Hearing her say that, a middle-aged, tall, thin man followed behind, clutching his chest, seemingly terrified.

"It's good that you're breathing...it's good that you're breathing..."

Jiang Jingming's expression darkened as he listened to the commotion downstairs.

Miss Xie.

There aren't many people with the surname Xie in Shen Du Wei.

Xie Jichuan, the current commander of the Divine Capital Guard, is said to be the emperor's most trusted confidant.

So, the loud, boisterous girl in pink downstairs is his only daughter...

Xie Yunqi.

If that's the case, then yes—I have seen this younger sister before.

When Jiang Jingming was five years old, the Xiquan Sword Sect held a martial arts competition, and Xie Jichuan brought his daughter to watch it.

I vaguely remember Xie Yunqi as a cute little dumpling back then. I never imagined she would grow up to be such an arrogant girl.

"I'm going to kill him today, so what? Is that not allowed?!"

Xie Yunqi was furious and was about to draw his sword again.

“Miss Xie, since you yourself said you wanted to become a member of the Divine Capital Guard, you must abide by our rules.”

Lu Zhao sighed helplessly and patiently guided him.

"The Divine Capital Guard only has the duty to arrest and investigate cases, but it does not have the power to directly execute criminals. Whether a person should be killed or not is left to the local government to decide."

"Fine! Then I'll just quit being a member of the Imperial Guard."

Xie Yunqi pursed his lips, showing his ability to be flexible and adaptable.

"No, no!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly walked around the tables, chairs, and benches on the ground, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Miss Xie, Lord Lu, I was unaware of your presence and apologize for not welcoming you properly!"

Who is this old man?

Xie Yunqi raised his eyebrows and slammed his hand on the table.

"Summon your local inspection department!"

"This is the head of the Inspection Division of Shulan City."

Lu Zhao rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

......

What a fine display of political maneuvering!

Jiang Jingming chuckled softly.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Resurrection of the Corpse

Lu Zhao felt that his first half of life must have been too smooth, which was why he suffered this calamity.

He began learning swordsmanship at the age of ten, passed the entrance test for the Divine Capital Guard at fifteen, and was promoted to deputy commander at eighteen. Commander Xie once praised him as a promising talent.

At that time, the adults looked worried and said that their daughter was getting old and kept clamoring to solve a big case like a real member of the Imperial Guard. As a father, he couldn't rest easy, so he sincerely asked a colleague to be a mentor to her.

Overjoyed, Lu Zhao thought to himself, "She's just a sixteen-year-old girl, how hard can she be to manage?"

Although they had heard rumors beforehand, the entire capital kept their distance from the lawless Miss Xie.

However, Lu Zhao also has two younger sisters who are a few years younger than him and are going through a rebellious phase, exhibiting some of the willfulness typical of young girls.

Lu Zhao would occasionally glare at them and scold them, but afterwards he would buy them a beautiful piece of jewelry to appease them, and they would be happy again.

If I can gloriously complete this task of mentoring new recruits and win the favor of the commander, wouldn't I have a good chance of being promoted?

Looking back now, I was incredibly naive!

If he had known this would happen, he would never have taken this job, not even if he had been demoted or punished.

……

"Hey, hey, you, as the head of the Inspection Department, don't you know that there are people in the city who bully men and women and prey on the common people? Are you just sitting around doing nothing?!"

Xie Yunqi pointed at the person in charge and launched into a tirade of abuse.