Chapter 38: The Whole City's Cats Gathering for a Party

"Where have you been running off to? Have you been out messing around with those female cats again? How can a man always be obsessed with romantic entanglements? You must put your career first!"

Pei Shaoqing, who had just pulled up his pants, spoke with extreme sternness, reprimanding Li Jiangjun with a pained and indignant expression.

Li Jiangjun cried out that it was an injustice: "My Lord, your subject was drilling the troops. I haven't been intimate with my four beloved concubines for a long time—at least a whole day!"

"If you have faults, correct them; if you have none, strive for improvement. You must take my words to heart." Pei Shaoqing, having put on his pants, spoke quite like a human, then proceeded to explain Xie Qingwu's idea, "In your opinion, is this feasible?"

"Of course it is feasible. Your subject is willing to dispatch the elite of the Cat Battalion to carry out this mission." Li Jiangjun agreed without hesitation.

A look of suspicion appeared on Pei Shaoqing's face, "Aside from those four cats that consumed the Spirit-Awakening Pill, the others are just ordinary cats. Are you certain they can still carry out your orders once they are away from your supervision?"

"Of course! How can a general who cannot even control his own soldiers be called a qualified commander?" Li Jiangjun stood with hands on hips, looking as if he were incredibly impressive, and said with full confidence: "My Lord, please rest assured and entrust this matter to me. Your subject will select the elite tonight and conduct targeted training for them!"

Watching its arrogant appearance, Pei Shaoqing said with half-belief, "Then let's try it out first."

In any case, it didn't require him to pay any cost.

"Your subject will never let you down, My Lord!"

Li Jiangjun returned to the Cat Battalion headquarters overnight to work overtime.

Pei Shaoqing, meanwhile, returned to his room to prepare for sleep.

"How was it? What did Li Jiangjun say?" Seeing him enter, Xie Qingwu immediately stood up to greet him and asked.

Pei Shaoqing nodded, "It said it's feasible."

"That's great!" Xie Qingwu was overjoyed.

Looking at her jubilant appearance and the bright, radiant smile on her face, Pei Shaoqing was momentarily dazed.

Seeing him staring at her foolishly, Xie Qingwu misunderstood his intention. In a good mood tonight, she lowered her head, blushing, and whispered: "At most, you can still only use your feet."

Her toes, wrapped in White Silk, curled inward.

"What kind of person do you take me for? Go to sleep!" Pei Shaoqing, having just finished his import-export trade, sternly refused.

He left Xie Qingwu, who had taken the initiative to speak, standing in place with her face turning pale and then red, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed.

Bastard! Next time, this young lady will definitely trample you to death!

She clenched her embroidered fists in shame and anger, swearing to herself.

Deep in the quiet of the night, at the Cat Battalion headquarters, Li Jiangjun stood alone on the steps, while a great army gathered below.

Li Jiangjun stood up on its hind legs, waving its claws and meowing incessantly. It was unclear what it said, but the cats below all began to meow in excitement and fanaticism.

"Meow meow meow meow! Meow meow meow! Meow~"

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"Have you heard? Last night, the cats in the city were all in heat, gathering for an orgy at the Li Jia Fei Zhai."

"Don't even mention it. I live right nearby and was almost driven mad by the noise. These cats really know how to play."

"They really should be neutered. It's already July and they're still in heat; what will happen come next March?"

The Cat Battalion collectively lost its reputation (∧).

During breakfast, Pei Shaoqing said to Liu Yuheng and Zhao Zhilan: "Today I am presiding over an execution. Lady Gongsun and Miss Zhao will accompany me. If there are remnants of the Xuanhuang Sect attempting to rescue the prisoners, it will be good to have you protect me."

"Yes, Young Master." The two agreed simultaneously. Immediately after, Liu Yuheng looked at her beloved disciple with a surprised expression and asked with concern: "Lan'er, why is your voice hoarse?"

It's all because I was too intense.

Pei Shaoqing thought to himself in silence.

Zhao Zhilan glanced at the culprit and answered with a guilty conscience: "Perhaps I caught a cold from kicking off my quilt last night. I felt a sore throat as soon as I woke up this morning."

Not only was her throat sore, but her cheeks were also aching.

Last night, she had been thoroughly convinced, feeling that those street performers who swallow swords were nothing compared to this.

"Really now, you're so grown up and still kicking off your quilt while sleeping," Liu Yuheng said, both doting and helpless.

At midday, Pei Shaoqing led his people to the execution ground.

The execution ground in Tongzhou was set up at the North City Gate. Before it was even noon, it was already crowded with people who had come to watch the beheadings; some even brought steamed buns they had prepared in advance.

Suddenly, bursts of rapid hoofbeats approached.

"Magistrate Pei has arrived—"

"Scatter! Scatter! Everyone scatter!"

Four Jing'an Guards with long sabers at their waists charged in the lead, waving horse whips to rudely clear the way.

Soon, the road to the execution ground was completely clear.

Pei Shaoqing rode in the lead, followed by Liu Yuheng, Ye Hanshuang, and Zhao Zhilan. All three women were skilled riders; although they were galloping, their full buttocks remained as motionless as if they were welded to the horse's back, and their rounded contours heaved tremblingly with the jolting.

At a glance, it was one wave after another.

"Whoa!"

Upon arriving, Pei Shaoqing dismounted and strode to sit behind the only table on the execution platform.

Liu Yuheng and the other two women stood behind him.

"Bring out the prisoners!" Song Youcai shouted loudly.

The prisoners brought to the execution ground were all sent onto the platform, and with a kick to the back of their legs, they all fell to their knees.

"I am innocent, My Lord! I am just the Butler of the Zheng Family; I know nothing of Zheng Xuancheng's affairs!"

"My Lord, please spare me! I am just a servant of the Zheng Mansion, truly not a rebel of the Xuan Sect!"

The servants of the Zheng Mansion wailed and begged for mercy.

Pei Shaoqing remained expressionless, turning a deaf ear.

Release you now?

Wouldn't that mean I admit to having arrested the wrong people?

Wouldn't my merit also shrink as a result?

Relying on the backing of the Zheng Mansion, these fellows had often acted tyrannically and bullied others in Tongzhou; they deserved to die.

He is borrowing their heads for a use, which can also be considered acting on behalf of Heaven.

"Sniveling like that, what kind of man are you? In eighteen years, you'll be a hero again! You corrupt officials! The disciples of our Holy Sect can never be killed off, nor can they be intimidated! Come on!"

"That's right, behead me first; I'll go down below and wait for you dog officials to come and be buried with me!"

Several of the Xuanhuang Sect rebels who volunteered to sacrifice themselves showed no trace of fear on their faces, meeting their deaths with generosity.

This scene still caused a small shock to Pei Shaoqing, a secular man without faith.

Time passed second by second; Song Youcai looked up at the sky, then walked to Pei Shaoqing's side and whispered, "My lord, the time is almost up."

"Mm." Pei Shaoqing nodded, picked up a command arrow from the table, and tossed it lightly; his cold words landed along with the arrow, "The hour has arrived, execute!"

"Execute!" Song Youcai turned around and roared.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Don't kill me! I am not a rebel! I am not a Xuanhuang Sect rebel! My lord, please examine the facts clearly!"

The people from the Zheng Mansion were leaking urine and feces, struggling hysterically until they fell, only to be hauled back up and forced to their knees.

A dozen executioners with red scarves wrapped around their heads picked up wine jars from the side, tilted their heads back to take a fierce gulp, sprayed it onto their Ghost Head Blades, and gripped the blades with both hands to hack down viciously.

This is skilled work.

And they are experienced experts in this trade.

As the hands rose and the blades fell, blood sprayed wildly in an instant; all screams and pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end, and a dozen bloody heads with twisted expressions and wide-open, angry eyes rolled off the execution platform one after another, landing on the muddy ground.

After a brief silence, the watching commoners erupted into loud cheers; some people who had brought steamed buns scrambled to rush forward and soak them in the blood on the ground, eating them right there on the spot, their mouths full of bright red while they beamed with joy.

Zhou Shunqing, disguised as an old woman, stood blankly in the chaotic crowd, watching those ignorant commoners happily sharing the blood of their comrades, his heart twisting like a knife.

"Found him!"

On the city wall diagonally across from the execution ground, the Kaiyang Saint Son locked his eyes on Zhou Shunqing, who appeared out of place among the onlookers, "This person looks like an eighty-year-old crone on the outside, yet standing blankly in place, he has not once been knocked over by the chaotic crowd; it must be Zhou Shunqing in disguise!"

At that age, one can't even hold their urine.

How could he have such a steady stance?

"Have someone follow him first, and we will make our move when we pick a suitable opportunity," Wang Xianling said in a low voice, watching Pei Shaoqing, who was just rising to leave the execution platform.

Yet what the two did not know was that on the other side of the city wall, an orange cat was quietly staring at them.

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