Chapter 47: Who Exactly Crawled Under the Crotch?

Seeing Jiang Jiang Mingyu remain motionless, He He Muchen's retainers grew even more arrogant. A burly man in a stained robe stepped forward and said with his nose in the air, "Hey! Are you deaf, kid? The Young Master told you to choose. Why are you still standing here?"

Another retainer in tattered leather armor joined in the fun: "Is this little woman your mistress? We'll give her back once we're done playing, as long as you obediently crawl under the Young Master's crotch!"

"..."

He He Muchen thought that Jiang Jiang Mingyu, who had not yet spoken, was thoroughly terrified, and his expression became even more arrogant.

His carrot-thick finger pointed fiercely at Jiang Jiang Mingyu: "You dog, so you know to be cowardly now! Do you still dare to talk back to me?"

"Damn it, the Young Master is asking you one more time: will you crawl under the crotch, or are you prepared to leave with one leg?"

"For such a little slut, you dare to oppose this Young Master? You're cowardly now; what were you doing earlier?"

"This Young Master is still waiting to enter the bridal chamber and has no time to waste on you here. Hurry up."

Having said that, he directly spread his two short legs into an "n" shape.

Looking at He He Muchen's staring eyes, Jiang Jiang Mingyu's gaze was sharp as knives: "Are you done speaking?"

"I'll say it one more time: release this Miss immediately and do not provoke trouble you cannot solve."

Seeing that Jiang Jiang Mingyu still would not yield, He He Muchen's eyes burned with rage as he roared, "You shamelessly come to seek death! Since words won't work, do not blame me for showing no mercy! What are you lot still standing around for? Crush him! Let this son of a bitch know the power of this Young Master!" He He Muchen's retainers immediately acted like starving jackals and tigers, letting out terrifying roars as they lunged at Jiang Jiang Mingyu...

Just as Wu Xiaoer was growing desperate and Jiang Jiang Mingyu was preparing to reveal his identity, a piercing scream suddenly rang out, and a burly man fell to the ground in response.

A long sword "whooshed" into the snow, and Tu Tu Kesiluo's figure appeared instantly.

Seeing Tu Tu Kesiluo's suddenly appeared face, He He Muchen, who was just about to cripple Jiang Jiang Mingyu, was suddenly terrified.

His voice was even colder than Jiang Jiang Mingyu's had been moments ago: "You mob of misfits, do you dare to touch the Imperial Envoy... my Young Master?"

"Kneel down immediately and apologize to my Young Master, or else do not blame your miserable fates."

Tu Tu Kesiluo had intended to reveal Jiang Jiang Mingyu's identity, but was stopped by a look from Jiang Jiang Mingyu. Jiang Jiang Mingyu wanted to see what tricks this pig-headed fool would pull next.

He He Muchen's face was extremely ugly; having been cursed out by Tu Tu Kesiluo, his already fat pig face was now flushed red.

The black mole on He He Muchen's face trembled along with the black hair beside it as he grumbled, "Damn it, why is it that one after another comes to meddle in my business today!"

He did not care at all who Tu Tu Kesiluo was and ordered, "Why aren't you two things crippled yet? What are you waiting for?"

As the retainers were raising their thick fists, a sinister light shot from He He Muchen's narrow, hanging eyes: "Be ruthless! Beat them to death!"

Just as the fists were about to strike, Tu Tu Kesiluo's figure flickered; like a biting cold wind brushing past, in the blink of an eye several retainers lay scattered on the ground, horrifying blood oozing from their mouths.

He He Muchen was stunned, staring at Tu Tu Kesiluo as if seeing a ghost, his legs turning weak: "You... who exactly are you?"

Before the words had fully left his mouth, Tu Tu Kesiluo strode forward and slapped He He Muchen's face hard with a solid hand, knocking him down: "You fat pig, what more do you want?!"

He He Muchen's cheek burned with pain from the heavy slap; he suppressed the agony and coughed once, accidentally spitting out a fallen molar. As the eldest Young Master of the He family, he had never suffered such humiliation: "I..."

Tu Tu Kesiluo mercilessly slapped him again, the force so great that He He Muchen's entire body swayed twice, as he angrily shouted, "What 'I'? Why don't you kneel down and apologize to my Young Master?"

He He Muchen's cheeks had swollen into pig-head meat, his mouth was empty with two large teeth missing, and the pain made stars dance before his eyes.

Feeling the whole world was filled with stars, he was completely knocked senseless; helplessly, he had to pull out his final trump card.

The fat man, spitting out another mouthful of bloody foam, had sparks in his eyes: "You dare hit me? My father is He He Dachuan."

"I'm going back to tell my father. He is a good friend of the Imperial Envoy. You just wait to be torn into a thousand pieces!"

Hearing the three words "He He Dachuan," Tu Tu Kesiluo looked at Jiang Jiang Mingyu meaningfully, then swiftly kicked, landing a solid blow on He He Muchen's fat belly.

Then came a beating, kicking and striking while cursing loudly: "He He Dachuan, is it? A friend of the Imperial Envoy, is it? Laozi will count it as a loss if I don't beat you to death!"

Tu Tu Kesiluo kicked He He Muchen's belly hard, then kicked his back, cursing "He He Dachuan, is it?" and "Friend of the Imperial Envoy, is it?" with every kick.

He He Muchen's body was soon covered in black-red shoe prints until Jiang Jiang Mingyu waved his hand to signal a stop.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu smiled as he looked at the disheveled, fallen He He Muchen: "How is it, Young Master He? Was that satisfying? Do you still want me to crawl under your crotch?"

The fat man lying on the ground panted for a while before gritting his teeth and saying hatefully, "You dare hit me? You're finished."

"If you have the guts, leave your name. If Laozi doesn't wipe out your whole family, I'll take your surname."

Jiang Jiang Mingyu shook his head: "Taking your surname would be a waste; I can't afford to lose face like that. Go invite He He Dachuan and see how he plans to wipe out my whole family!"

Having finished speaking, he kicked away the retainer pretending to faint: "Get up! Quickly carry your Young Master away and tell He He Dachuan I'll wait for him half an hour; after that, no waiting!" The grimacing fat man was carried away by many hands, leaving only the woman who had nearly lost her chastity, looking bewildered.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu smiled at the confused woman and said, "Miss, are you alright?"

At the same time, outside the dilapidated county yamen, the broken drum for appealing injustice was beaten so hard it shook the heavens. A withered corpse lay on the ground, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Seeing the dry, mummy-like corpse on the ground, the people who had rushed over to watch the commotion immediately erupted into chaos.

"What is going on? Did something happen?"

"Are you blind? Isn't it obvious someone is dead?"

"Isn't this someone from Old Xu's family in the east? What a lively scene!"

"..."

The crowd chattered endlessly, while Li Goudan, who was guarding the county yamen, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, at a loss for what to do.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu was nowhere to be found; since he, who should have handled this matter, was absent, Li Goudan had no choice but to step forward with a stiff neck.

He pretended to examine the corpse and tentatively asked, "Who is this? Why are you beating the drum to file a complaint?"

The woman in tattered clothes cried out on her own, ignoring his question: "Hurry and call the Imperial Envoy out!"

Li Goudan had no idea where Jiang Jiang Mingyu had gone, so he had to continue asking, "The Imperial Envoy is not here. This woman, against whom do you file your complaint?"

"Not here," the grieving plaintiff said; amidst her sorrow, a cold smile appeared: "The one I wish to accuse is none other than the murderer, Jiang Jiang Mingyu."