Chapter 8: Satisfied, Heading Out of the City to Suppress Bandits (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Big Brother is wise; it turns out everything was within your calculations, so I can rest easy." After hearing Pei Shaoqing's plan, Ye Hanshuang's face was full of admiration.

She did not feel the slightest bit of fear or think him sinister and ruthless, because she knew he would never use these methods against her. From the days they roamed the pugilistic world together to occupying the mountain and declaring themselves kings, they had braved life and death together for many years; they were not biological siblings, but they were closer than such.

Pei Shaoqing glanced out the window, roughly judging the time to be the Hour of the Ox, and said, "It's getting late. I'll head back first; you should also return to the mountain stronghold early to make arrangements."

Having said this, he stood up and walked toward the door.

"Big Brother!" Ye Hanshuang followed him up. Because she rose too abruptly, her broad chest heaved and trembled incessantly—it was truly too large, and even through her clothes, one could feel that bouncy softness that would sink in with a light pinch of the fingers, leaving infinite room for imagination.

Pei Shaoqing, however, was able to keep his eyes straight, staring at her as he asked curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Although he was lecherous and wanted to "drive the big car," he would not let lust cloud his judgment. Having transmigrated, he had not inherited the original owner's memories and did not know the details of the original owner's years of interaction with Ye Hanshuang, so he dared not act recklessly and could only maintain the image of a good older brother in front of her.

"And that woman you snatched—are you going to silence her too?" When Ye Hanshuang said this, her tone and expression were as cold as ever, but the toes inside her boots were curled tight, because she was purely worried that Big Brother would lose his heart to Xie Qingwu; after all, both Chen San and Li Jiangjun had said that woman was very beautiful.

If Big Brother just fell in love with her, it would be fine.

But she was afraid that Big Brother would fall deeply in love with her from now on!

Pei Shaoqing shook his head and replied, "She still needs to be kept. I need her help to better complete the identity replacement. Rest assured, I will keep an eye on her at all times."

"But Big Brother, you killed her husband; she certainly won't let it go. These high-born noblewomen have many tricks up their sleeves," Ye Hanshuang said expressionlessly.

Pei Shaoqing did not want to explain further. He subconsciously raised his hand to pat her head in comfort, but after seeing the height difference, he silently lowered it. "Rest assured, I won't give her a chance to harm me. That's all, I'm leaving."

As his voice fell, he turned, opened the door, and left.

Ye Hanshuang opened her mouth but could only swallow the words that followed. Watching his back, she stood rooted to the spot for a long time, her warm, moist lips pressed tightly together, before she grabbed the long sword on the table, hung it at her waist, and walked out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Pei Shaoqing returned to the residence arranged by Zheng Xuancheng. He pushed the door open softly; Li Jiangjun was sleeping on the vanity stool, and Xie Qingwu was already lying on the bed, fast asleep, her posture rigid.

Did this woman think that if she took the bed first, he would be too embarrassed to kick her off?

Today she dared to sleep on the bed as a test. If he ignored it, he couldn't imagine what she would dare to do tomorrow. From the very beginning, he had to let her know who was in charge of this partnership and nip her little schemes in the bud.

Pei Shaoqing sneered coldly, stepped forward, and yanked the quilt away, then his eyes widened instantly.

"Ah!" Xie Qingwu also woke up. Although she was wearing a layer of clothing, she still subconsciously scrambled to pull the quilt over herself to cover up. With disheveled hair and bleary eyes, she still had some lingering sleep-induced temper as she glared at Pei Shaoqing and questioned him, "Thief! What are you doing?"

"You... what are you wearing?" Pei Shaoqing stared fixedly at her legs exposed outside the quilt; the legs that should have been fair and flawless were wrapped in a layer of thin, oily, and shiny White Silk! He definitely hadn't seen wrong! It was White Silk!

"You mean this?" Xie Qingwu subconsciously lifted a beautiful leg, shaking her small jade foot wrapped in the Silk Stockings in front of Pei Shaoqing. Looking at him with the eyes one would use for a bumpkin, she said, "This is Ice Silkworm Silk. The annual yield is extremely low; it's a tribute item. The high-ranking officials and nobles in the Capital all like undergarments made of this silk. It's thin and silky, and it's more comfortable to wear inside than satin."

Ice Silkworm Silk? The more Pei Shaoqing looked, the more he felt this was just Silk Stockings. How could the Great Zhou have this? He reached out and grabbed Xie Qingwu's small foot to observe it closely.

"Ah, what are you doing, you jerk! Let go of me!"

Xie Qingwu's face flushed red instantly, and she struggled continuously, attempting to escape his demonic claws, but it was ultimately a futile effort.

Pei Shaoqing moved closer and closer to the jade foot in his hand.

"Do not look at what is improper, do not look at what is improper." Li Jiangjun closed its eyes nearby, then stood up with a start and exclaimed, "Master, please stop, allow this subject to withdraw first!"

It was afraid of being silenced for seeing what it shouldn't.

"Let go of me!" Seeing Pei Shaoqing's face getting closer and closer to her foot, as if he might bite down at any moment, Xie Qingwu was so ashamed and angry she was on the verge of tears.

"Don't move!" Pei Shaoqing barked. Xie Qingwu and the just-turned Li Jiangjun both dared not move at the same time.

No way, does the Master like being watched?

But this General is a cat! Can I also help with the excitement?

The Master is truly a pervert.

Pei Shaoqing didn't go straight for a bite as the human and cat had thought; he just leaned in to observe carefully. Only then did he discover that the Ice Silkworm Silk was indeed different from the Silk Stockings he often used as disposable items in his past life. It was seamless, as if formed in one piece, thin as a cicada's wing, and had a higher luster, feeling cool, silky, and smooth to the touch.

He reluctantly let go of Xie Qingwu's foot and asked, "Does this Ice Silkworm Silk come in other colors?"

He still loved Black Silk the most.

"Of course it does. Ice Silkworm Silk can be dyed artificially and can be made into any clothes or skirts you want, but the technical requirements are very strict." Xie Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retracted her small foot into the quilt.

Having transmigrated for many days, this was the first time Pei Shaoqing felt a sense of closeness to this world, because he had finally found something familiar from his past life in this world, satisfying his sentiment for silk and giving him a sense of belonging.

A lonely stranger in a strange land, every festival one is touched by silk; who understands the excitement of a wanderer seeing something from their homeland?

Then he grabbed Xie Qingwu by the collar and hauled her up. In the process, the front of her inner garment opened slightly, and a corner of her Embroidered Bellyband, also made of Ice Silkworm Silk, was revealed, a glimpse of spring.

At the same time, he saw the full picture of the White Silk; it was in the form of pantyhose, with a darker color above the thighs to prevent exposure, though even so, one could see the perfect contours.

"What else do you want to do! Let go of me!"

Suspended in the air, Xie Qingwu's face turned pale with fright. She flailed and kicked her legs in a panic, as weak and helpless as a small puppy being lifted by the scruff of its neck.

"The bed is mine." Pei Shaoqing tossed her onto the floor casually, then threw a pillow and two quilts down.

Then he kicked off his boots and lay down.

Xie Qingwu hadn't expected that he would really throw her from the bed to the floor. Is this something a human would do? She rubbed her sore bottom, glared fiercely at Pei Shaoqing, wrapped herself in the quilt, and went to sleep!

At least she had tested that this guy really wasn't human!

"Li Jiangjun, extinguish the lamp."

Pei Shaoqing closed his eyes and said faintly.

"As you command." Li Jiangjun jumped over in disappointment, blew out all the candles, and climbed back onto the vanity to sleep.

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The next morning, Xie Qingwu woke up in a daze and found herself lying on the floor, still feeling a bit confused. Everything that happened yesterday felt like a dream to her.

The next second, Li Jiangjun jumped in front of her from somewhere, "You're finally awake. Quickly tell the servants to bring breakfast in; this General is about to starve to death!"

"Where is he?" Xie Qingwu subconsciously looked back at the bed, only to find it already empty.

"He went to the Hundred-Household Office," Li Jiangjun explained casually, then urged, "Let's eat breakfast first."

Xie Qingwu put the quilt and pillow back on the bed. Having been served since she was a child, she knew the maids were already waiting outside and called out directly, "Cui'er, Liu'er, tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast and come in to help me dress."

"Yes, Madam."

At the same time, Pei Shaoqing, wearing the uniform of the Jing'an Guard, had already completed his official reporting at the Hundred-Household Office, truly becoming a Small Flag of the Jing'an Guard.

In the courtyard of the Hundred-Household Office stood ten Jing'an agents wearing black robes with red cloud patterns embroidered on the collars, black flat caps on their heads, and black long sabers at their waists.

On the steps in front of them, Zheng Xuancheng, wearing his official robes, pointed to Pei Shaoqing beside him and said, "From now on, Small Flag Pei is your superior."

"Greetings, Lord Pei!" the ten people saluted in unison.

"No need for formalities, everyone." Pei Shaoqing, who was being saluted, was in high spirits; he rested his hand on his sword hilt and said loudly, "The days are long, and we will have plenty of time to get to know each other in the future. For now, let us attend to official business. The likes of the bandit Xu Yuanqing at Phoenix Mountain outside the city have been a scourge for too long, and their crimes are unforgivable. I shall now lead you all to exterminate this villain and restore peace to the common folk!"

"Yes!" the crowd replied in unison.

Although Xu Yuanqing had a notorious reputation, how could the Jing'an Guard be afraid of a mountain bandit? Moreover, they felt that since the Hundred-Household Office was taking action, they must have made foolproof arrangements.

Pei Shaoqing turned back to look at Zheng Xuancheng, cupped his hands, and said, "My Lord, I shall take my men and depart first."

"Mm, the people of the whole city and I will await the triumphant return of Small Flag Pei," Zheng Xuancheng said with a beaming smile.

"Yes!" Pei Shaoqing smiled confidently, turned around, pulled a white mask that covered his entire face and revealed only his eyes from his bosom, put it on, pressed his hand on his sword hilt, looked at his subordinates, and waved his hand, "Set out to exterminate the bandits!"

"As you command!" the subordinates all put on their masks.

Black robes, white masks, and Evil-Warding Blades—the standard equipment of the Jing'an Guard.

Watching Pei Shaoqing's back, the smile on Zheng Xuancheng's face gradually turned into mockery, his eyes cold.

Low-martial fantasy is still fantasy! Isn't it normal to have things similar to Silk Stockings in a fantasy world? Besides, it is even more normal to have Silk Stockings in my worldview; this also counts as a small piece of foreshadowing. For the specifics, please continue reading, mwah! I guarantee that neither the plot nor the worldview will disappoint everyone! Seeking follow-up reads and monthly tickets!

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