Chapter 563: with translation of chapter title

In the main hall of Rui Wangfu, Xiao Yin sat grim-faced, while Gu Jiu Ling sat beside him.

The steward outside hurried in, bowed and reported to Xiao Yin: "Prince, Young Marquis Cheng intends to smash open the gate of our Rui Wangfu—what should we do?"

This guy is too arrogant; sending the Lin family to Jiangnan by the Prince already gives them plenty of face.

I never expected the Lin family's son-in-law to refuse to buy it; he actually wants to smash our Rui Wangfu—utterly clueless.

On the other side, Xiao Yin's aide slowly shook his head.

Last night, the Prince had the deposed crown prince executed and locked up all his former faction, yet he did not take their lives.

Both the Li and Lin families are scholarly clans of Jiangnan's Suzhou city; Xiao Yin had them all escorted back to Jiangnan without saying how he would deal with them.

He even ordered these aides to go first to Jiangnan to build some academies, letting the Lin and Li families serve as heads.

Thus, these people are still unsatisfied, even sending their son-in-law from outside to cause trouble.

If Young Marquis Cheng really manages to smash open this gate, how will we settle this afterward?

A flash of killing intent crossed Xiao Yin's eyes as he coldly said, "I haven't lifted a hand in ages; those people really think I'm a soft persimmon."

Xiao Yin rose and strode toward the hall's exit; Gu Jiu Ling's expression shifted slightly as she hurried after him.

At this moment, Xiao Yin clearly bore a layer of vicious aura, and Gu Jiu Ling didn't understand what those court officials were making a fuss about.

Now Xiao Yin assists Bai Xiaosheng, has Emperor Longqing under house arrest, and the next step should be to overturn the wrongful case of Qi Sha Gu.

Who would have thought that at this critical juncture, these officials are causing an ever uglier scene—are they trying to force Xiao Yin to unleash a massacre?

If that were the case, neither side would end well; she hurriedly followed Xiao Yin's steps out.

Outside, chaos had already erupted; Cheng Ming's face flushed red as he directed the Princess's manor guards to lift a log and smash it toward the gate of Rui Wangfu, truly bearing the posture of storming a city.

However, Cheng Ming attacked the wrong target this time—he's practically digging on the head of the Tai Sui, courting death.

"Open the door!" Xiao Yin's face was grim.

"Yes!" The guards of Rui Wangfu on duty were already furious; the people from the Princess's manor were simply over the line, not putting their prince in their eyes at all.

Now they actually brought so many people to block the gate of Rui Wangfu, saying they wanted the Prince to hand over the Lin family members—hand them over where?

Screw his grandmother's leg!

Seeing the Prince emerge from the inner hall this time, they knew Cheng Ming's good days were over.

The gate burst open instantly, and Cheng Ming, with his people, charged forward holding the timber.

Unexpectedly, the Rui Wangfu guards at the door shoved them straight back, sending people and horses tumbling.

Cheng Ming saw Xiao Yin slowly walking out of the crowd and rushed toward him.

"Xiao Yin, you've finally come out—I ask you, where did you imprison the Lin family people?"

"Wasn't it agreed before to spare the Lin family? Yet now you won't even show them—I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, completely disregarding our past affection; today I will say to you…"

Bang!

Cheng Ming's words were cut short; the whole person was actually kicked out by Xiao Yin with a single foot.

That kick was heavy; Cheng Ming fell directly onto the roadside snack stall.

A stack of pancakes was instantly pressed beneath him, with flaky oil pancakes rolling everywhere.

The onlooking stall vendors were dumbfounded at first, then trembled all over, terrified as they kept stepping back.

Cheng Ming suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, climbed up from the ground, hadn't even spoken when another bang—Xiao Yin kicked him out again with a foot.

This time the force didn't diminish in the slightest; it was clearly aimed at kicking him to death.

Cheng Ming let out a muffled groan; fortunately this time he was prepared, a backward roll relieved some of Xiao Yin's force, yet he still knelt on the ground, mouth full of blood.

He casually grabbed a firewood stick from the side and charged at Xiao Yin, not even having time to draw the sword at his waist.

"I'll fight you to the death today!"

Unexpectedly, as Cheng Ming just rushed over, Xiao Yin swept his Dragon Spring Sword fiercely, chopping off half of Cheng Ming's firewood stick.

Immediately, a powerful sword intent surged toward his face; only then did Cheng Ming truly feel the immense pressure from a master.

At that instant, he felt as if his five viscera and six bowels were about to be flattened, unable to catch his breath.

Then a wave of sweet-sour blood surged in his throat; Cheng Ming was instantly pressed half-kneeling to the ground by that sword qi, the half-stick of firewood dropping from his hand.

Yet the edge of Xiao Yin's sword did not slacken in the slightest, slashing toward Cheng Ming's face.

"Stop!" a clear and lovely female figure rushed over.

Lin Ru Jun realized she was no match for Xiao Yin at all, spreading her arms to block in front of Cheng Ming.

The edge of Xiao Yin's sword finally eased somewhat; Lin Ru Jun's heart pounded with extraordinary fear, yet she still gritted her teeth, shielding her husband behind her.

Not long after came a woman's startled cry, followed by the retinue of Ling and the Princess.

Ling and the Princess alighted from their sedan, sprinting wildly toward her son; for a moment she also half-knelt on the ground, grabbing hold of the heavily panting Cheng Ming.

She looked at the blood on Cheng Ming's body, turned pale, snapped her head up and stared fixedly at Xiao Yin: "He's your own nephew—how could you bring yourself to be so vicious?"

The Dragon Spring Sword gripped in Xiao Yin's hand hummed lowly, but the killing aura about him made everyone on the street dare not utter a word, fearing that in the next moment their heads would be taken by the Ninth Imperial Uncle.

Ling and the Princess's voice trembled slightly as she clutched tightly her blood-soaked son; if not for the daughter-in-law hurrying, this son would likely have been cleaved in two by this person.

Lin Ru Jun's lips curled into a hint of bitterness, she gave a light laugh, and slowly rose to her feet.

She was originally the Lin family's unconventional eldest daughter, full of spirit and integrity.

At this moment she stared firmly at Xiao Yin, took a step forward, pressed her chest directly against the edge of his Dragon Spring Sword and gave a light laugh: "Since the Prince wishes to exterminate to the last, I, of the Lin family, beg the Prince for a swift end—Prince, will you not act?"

"No!" Cheng Ming shouted, yet another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Prince!" Gu Jiu Ling saw that if Xiao Yin's sword thrust down, it would surely invite disaster.

Only she in the world understands Xiao Yin's bitterness; back then, so many died unjustly in Qi Sha Gu, and Xiao Yin merely wishes to overturn the case.

Yet so many come out to obstruct, clearly the evildoers are others, but these people cannot distinguish right from wrong, black from white.

The viciousness in Xiao Yin's heart seemed to have been provoked; Gu Jiu Ling grabbed his hand, and the edge of his sword shifted an inch.

"Prince!" Gu Jiu Ling clung tightly to Xiao Yin's hand, her eyes full of pleading.