Chapter 166: How Impertinent!

Xiao Chen and Xiao Hu severely injured Zhao Hao, that's no lie, but Zhao Hao was at fault first, so let's just turn the page on this matter.

Everyone was slightly stunned; they didn't expect Ye Qingran to be so easy to talk to?

Zhao Tian also wore a doubtful expression. Given Ye Qingran's grudge against their Zhao Family, he had long prepared for her to seize this chance to settle a personal vendetta, and never expected her to say to let the matter be turned over?

Mu Yuanzheng and Mu Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief. They had originally worried that helping the Zhao Family would get them into trouble, but now it seems they overthought it.

Only Han Xing and Leng Yue understood that the young lady of her family was playing a game of chess; as for the Zhao Family, their disappearance was only a matter of time—just not now, though it's close.

"But…"

Everyone's hearts jumped, their bodies tensed.

Ye Qingran glanced at Mu Yuanzheng and his daughter, "The Zhao Family previously plotted to harm the National Master's offspring; the Mu Family were accomplices. Though it was a failed murder, the death penalty can be avoided, but the life sentence is unavoidable."

Ye Qingran whispered softly, and at this moment her every frown and smile resembled a death god wielding a scythe, making people especially uneasy.

"Ye Qingran, what are you going to do?" Mu Qingrou's face turned ghastly, her eyes fixed on Ye Qingran; if a gaze could kill, Ye Qingran would already be riddled with wounds.

Ye Qingran said nothing, but turned her gaze toward the National Master beside her.

The National Master seemed to act without thought, his demeanor dazed, "Then we shall follow Miss Ye's words: the Zhao couple and the Mu father and daughter each receive a hundred lashes of the rod, as a warning to others!"

Mu Qingrou and Wang Yan were literally on the verge of collapse, nearly fainting.

Again, lashes!

The last time on Xuanwu Platform, they were also ordered by the National Master to receive lashes; only those who have personally endured that pain and humiliation can understand, and if possible, they would never want to try it a second time in this life!

"National Master, Mu Qingrou is innocent!" Mu Qingrou knelt toward the National Master, her boneless tender fingers trying to grasp the National Master's crisp hem.

However, he disdainfully brushed her away.

The National Master twitched his eyebrows. He could not let another woman defile him, even by a mere brush of a hem. Otherwise, given Ye Qingran's temperament, he would surely cross his name out with a big '×' from any future husband candidate list!

In this regard, the National Master was very enlightened.

Mu Qingrou wasn't embarrassed either; she stayed kneeling, putting on an extremely delicate demeanor.

"Qingrou has admired the National Master for a long time, willing to serve him on both sides, to be a beast of burden, and Qingrou has not a single word of complaint." That shy face, the ambiguous tone, and the affected posture.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Although Xuanmiao Continent is culturally liberal, it shouldn't have reached such an extreme, right?

Mu Qingrou, how hungry and thirsty are you?

Only Mu Yuanzheng's eyes lit up. He knew his daughter was actually quite beautiful; even though her appearance was ruined now, once restored she would still be stunning. If she could catch the National Master's eye, the Mu Family could rise like a swelling tide, becoming a super great clan, and later have greater influence in the Central Region Wuji Hall!

Mu Qingrou seemed unable to feel the contemptuous gazes of the crowd; she lifted her head, and in her autumn-like eyes reflected the National Master's peerless handsome face and upright, lofty posture, a spring heart fluttering, her eyes like autumn water, shimmering gently.

The man Mu Qingrou adored was the National Master—a flawless, supremely masculine paragon. If she could become his woman, she would surely be very happy.

"Excuse me, my lord already has many beasts of burden around him!" The invisible man Fu San cleared his throat and interjected.

As the top beast of burden beside Your Majesty, Fu San didn't think Mu Qingrou could do anything for Your Majesty.

Too weak in strength, too stupid in mind…

Warm bed?

Too ugly!

Mu Qingrou bit her lip, sending a covert glance, "Qingrou can serve the National Master…" The meaning was obvious.

"Pull down the lashes!"

The thin, cold voice that didn't understand spring blossoms and autumn moons, like from hell, instantly shattered Mu Qingrou's unrealistic beautiful fantasies.

At Dark Guard's command, ghost-like figures appeared, seizing the Zhao household couple and the Mu father and daughter, and in their wailing cries, they were publicly lashed.

Pleading cries and cries of pain rose alternately.

Mu Yuanzheng and Zhao Tian were cultivators; their strength was not weak, so they coped with the lashes fairly well.

Wang Yan was different; being weak, she had almost no resistance, and during each lash she howled like a wolf and wept like a grieving mother.

Mu Qingrou once again experienced the 'pleasure' of being publicly lashed; this time her veil flew off again, revealing a ferocious face, and combined with the painful expression during the lashes, it became even more unbearable to look at. The onlookers wondered where Mu Qingrou drew such courage—so ugly like a ghost, yet daring to covet the National Master.

Ye Qingran watched for a while, then without lingering, left the Yuelai Restaurant with the two children.

Fu Hanxiu followed step for step behind her.

Ye Qingran turned around, and when Fu Hanxiu thought she was about to warn him not to follow, she raised an eyebrow and said, "National Master, would you like to go watch a play together?"

Watch a play?

The National Master lifted his sword-like eyebrows, his sensual thin lips pulling a pleased smile, "How impertinent!" When beauties make an appointment, there's no reason not to go.

Located in the eastern city, the Chunfeng Inn is an unremarkable small inn. Though modest in size, its exquisite design makes it look upscale, with pricey rates, so its guests are either rich or noble.

At this moment, near dusk, the sky grew darker.

Ye Sisi stood in front of the inn, assessing the delicate building; her veiled face couldn't help but flush with a hint of redness again.

She had clearly dressed up on purpose, wearing the latest garments, powdered, with meticulous makeup.

With half a quarter-hour left before the appointed hour, Ye Sisi confirmed her attire wouldn't be recognized, then stepped toward the inn.

Just as she reached the inn's doorway, a chaotic clatter of footsteps came from behind; Ye Sisi turned and saw a group of flamboyantly colored figures rushing toward the inn's gate, clearly bearing ill intent.

Ye Sisi's gaze flickered, finally settling on one person, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.