Chapter 345: The Plan Continues

"You've already acknowledged the master, so you should know a few things: I have a bad temper, my orders are law, so you'd better think it through." She lightly curled the corner of her lips, her retreating silhouette carrying a hint of ethereality, "By the way…"

She lightly turned her head, looking at the two people, "I… am not one of the orthodox either."

As long as it serves her goal, she doesn't mind using any means.

Especially those who touch her bottom line and harm her—she will retaliate by any means!

This is her!

Jiang Yunchu!

The innkeeper and the waiter exchanged a glance, "We seem to have provoked trouble."

Whether it's composure or mental fortitude, both are top‑notch; yet such a person, once provoked, will devote their life to vengeance.

The waiter looked at him and rolled his eyes, "You think we haven't provoked enough trouble?"

"General and Princess Consort, you must choose one— which do you pick?"

Thinking of the general's ruthless methods, killing without blinking.

The innkeeper shivered, "I choose the Princess Consort!"

"Stop wasting time, get moving—otherwise you'll have the Princess Consort and the general tearing you apart." The waiter snorted coldly, then hurried into the inn, bringing someone to start setting up.

Strictly speaking, they aren't the general's men; they're captives the general caught, given a choice: either submit to the Princess Consort, or…

Jiang Yunchu returned to the room; Bai Zhi had already gripped her sword, ready to leave.

"Master." Her voice was low, but her face full of anxiety.

"It's fine; if something happens outside, just pretend you didn't hear it, got it?" She gently instructed, since she didn't want Bai Zhi involved, she'd see how the kids cope.

"Yes."

Bai Zhi immediately obeyed; although she didn't know what would happen or the final outcome, her duty was to follow the master's orders and carry out what was entrusted.

Suddenly, a waft of Deluding Mist blew into several rooms; Bai Zhi was about to move when she remembered something.

Jiang Yunchu took a pill, stuffed it into her mouth, then tossed one to Bai Zhi; the Deluding Mist was merely irritating, not affecting them much.

But…

At that moment, outside in the corridor, suddenly a heavy object hit the floor.

It turned out the night watch was Kang Zhiqiu; she dragged over a stool and sat at the gate, and as the Deluding Mist was blown inward, it happened to be right by her neck…

She casually blocked the mist's opening, but when the waiter blew the mist, that breath shot straight into her mouth, making her dizzy and she collapsed.

"As expected!" Kang Zhiqiu's eyes lit up; she'd been waiting for them a long time.

"Sisters, let's get to work."

The voice rang out loud and clear, with nothing to hide— in this inn, aside from our own people, it's just the two inn staff and the one who released the mist; no need to think further.

Except for Zhuang Miao's room, many people had already come out of the other rooms.

"Dean!" Ning Hanmo suddenly shouted, several people anxious as if on fire.

Without hesitation they drew their weapons—some had swords, some knives, some daggers, some staffs; they hadn't yet settled on their weapons, except Kang Wen, who wielded a spear that thrust like a dragon.

Kang Zhiqiu simply went around and then knocked on the dean's door.

"The door isn't open; likely they're under the Deluding Mist, and the aunt's door isn't open either."

"For now it should be safe; let's finish quickly."

In the moment, it seemed something had exploded; several kids fought recklessly, but good thing the corridor was confined—if it were spacious, the innkeeper would be overwhelmed.

"Stop, I surrender." The person raised his hand, saying he'd give up— but the Princess Consort insisted they play, and now things have blown up…

"Stop? You say stop and it stops?" Ning Hanmo's eyes turned red, like a small beast bursting with anger.

He has few bottom lines, but no one may cross them—especially his mother.

Just as Ning Hanmo gripped his sword and charged forward recklessly, a voice softly called him, "Ning Hanmo."

His lunging body halted just like that.

But his eyes were bloodshot; he dared not look back, staring at the innkeeper, wishing to devour her flesh and drink her blood.

"Ning Hanmo!"

Jiang Yunchu shouted again, her voice harsher this time; this incident also revealed a major flaw to her.

But this flaw couldn't be smoothed over quickly.

"Mother!"

Even if Ning Hanmo lost his composure, he retained his basic instinct, slowly retreating, never turning his back to the enemy.

By the time he retreated to Jiang Yunchu's side, he turned slightly and saw someone completely unharmed.

"Mother."

He gave a faint smile; his reddened eyes caused a faint pang in Jiang Yunchu's heart.

He…

How fearful he must be of losing himself?

He's just a child—are my demands too high?

For a moment, she couldn't help but reflect on herself.

"What's your name?" Jiang Yunchu closed her eyes, then quickly opened them, looking at the innkeeper, who still wore that troublesome red gauze.

Who knows how much padding she's got to achieve such a front‑proud, rear‑curved figure.

"Replying to the Princess Consort, I'm Feng San Niang." His voice no longer concealed, revealing his natural male tone.

"And him?"

Jiang Yunchu pointed to the person lying on the ground; Feng San Niang's mouth twitched—these little brats are practically becoming spirits.

The drug slipped into the food had no effect anyway, but how could the Deluding Mist just happen to block things?

Who are they supposed to reason with?

"He is called Zhang Dali; his strength has always been great, he can lift seven hundred jin of things and walk freely." He began to introduce himself.

"Hmm, rest." Jiang Yunchu nodded, then rubbed his brow, and changed to another room.

Bai Zhi also carried Zi Su over; Zi Su had been somewhat tired these days, and she herself had no martial arts, so this sleep, she fell asleep directly.

On Zhuang Miao's side, she also let Bai Zhi change rooms; the Deluding Mist, although it has no effect, merely causes a brief faint, and moreover, the Deluding Mist that these two people produced is not that low-quality Deluding Mist, and it does not cause great harm to the human body.

"Dean, what on earth is going on?" Kang Zhi Chun looked at Jiang Yunchu; it was obvious that the Dean and that person knew each other, yet inexplicably there was also an unfamiliar air.

"Today you can rest assured; you don't need to keep watch later tonight."

Jiang Yunchu looked at several people, "For your performance this time, I will record it in your files for this half-year."

"Dismissed."