Chapter 332: First Volume, Chapter 332: Forcibly Breaching the Tai Bao Residence

First Volume, Chapter 332: Forcibly Breaching the Tai Bao Residence

Liu Hongyan was caught off guard by Qin Feng's sudden move, her shyness turning to indignation: "Fine, now you've grown wings and dare to tease me?"

Liu Hongyan reached out to pinch Qin Feng, intending to teach the brat a lesson—but before her fingers touched him, Qin Feng seized her wrist first.

This brat not only dared to tease, but also dared to resist!

Liu Hongyan was furious; as she raised her other hand, Qin Feng seized it too.

Liu Hongyan could only glare at Qin Feng: "Let go! Or don't blame me for being uncivilized."

Qin Feng chuckled: "Second Sister, both your hands are under my control now—you're fish on a cutting board, and still dare to threaten me?"

Hearing this, Liu Hongyan's face flushed red; she sniffed: "So what? I'm your sister—dare you touch me?"

Qin Feng had been suppressing his dark thoughts; hearing this, it was as if a battle horn had blown—he narrowed his eyes and closed in on Liu Hongyan again.

With experience from before, Liu Hongyan remained calm this time.

In her mind, Qin Feng had the desire but not the courage—he wouldn't dare go too far.

The next instant, Liu Hongyan suddenly felt a fleeting, dragonfly-light touch on her lips.

In that moment, she froze, her mind going utterly blank.

This…

This brat actually dared!

Unprecedented shame and rage surged through her—but by the time she exploded, Qin Feng had already slipped away, fleeing out of the Account Room.

"That damn brat!"

"How dare he… dare…"

Liu Hongyan's cheeks burned crimson as if dripping blood; her chest throbbed with a stifling pressure, like a high fever. She wanted to drag Qin Feng back and beat his buttocks into eight pieces—but each time she reached the final moment, the fury vanished on its own, as if beyond her control.

After wrestling with this for a long time, Liu Hongyan finally exhaled slowly, a faint smile curling at her lips as she murmured softly: "This brat… has finally grown up…"

Jingdu, Lin Residence.

Compared to other officials' residences, the Lin Residence was by no means grand—even the stone lion statues guarding the gate were absent, so understated it bordered on invisibility.

But today, the Lin Residence was destined to be anything but quiet.

A squad of ten Imperial Guards stood in perfect formation outside the Lin Residence, like door gods.

And unlike their usual lightly equipped state, today they were fully armed.

Each wore gleaming Pen-collar Armor, with iron-scale neck guards standing tall, covering most of their faces, leaving only sharp eyes visible.

On their chests hung protective mirror amulets; at their sides hung jade-handled Longquan swords; in their hands they held eighteen-Chi-long spears.

No wonder they were the final defensive line of Jingdu—they had perfected the essence of heavy infantry.

Merely standing there, they radiated a thick aura of lethal bloodlust.

Whenever the Imperial Guards were fully armed, it meant a noble was leaving the palace.

Opposite the Imperial Guards, Qin Feng had his hands tucked beneath his crotch, head held high, toes raised—perfectly embodying the face of a Wanfu.

On Qin Feng's left and right stood Wu Wei and Zhao Yuxiong.

Behind them stood ten Tianji Camp Guards.

Qin Feng silently marveled at the elite status of the Imperial Guards, yet feigned indifference, scanning their Pen-collar Armor before offering a kind warning: "This armor offers sufficient defense, but it's too heavy—if faced with armor-piercing arrowheads or cavalry, you won't even have a chance to flee."

The Imperial Guards ignored Qin Feng's provocation entirely, standing motionless, eyes straight ahead.

Zhao Yuxiong, however, frowned and whispered: "Brother Qin, doesn't all of Heaven know the Imperial Guards are the elite of Shedynasty? How come you speak of them so disparagingly?"

They weren't inferior—they were simply stating facts.

No troop type is perfect; even Qin Feng's Tianji Camp Guards would flee if faced with cavalry.

The Imperial Guards, though elite, could only defend Jingdu.

Put simply: inside Jingdu City, no one can defeat them.

But once they leave the city, the outcome changes drastically.

Qin Feng offered no explanation—instead, he deliberately provoked the Imperial Guards, chuckling: "You Imperial Guards spend your entire careers stationed in Jingdu—surely you've never faced a real battle? All that skill, no real combat experience. Why not send a few of you to Beixi County for training? Return as instructors and teach your men real combat methods?"

The Imperial Guards had no intention of responding to Qin Feng—but he pressed too hard.

The lead Vice Commander's cold, piercing gaze locked onto Qin Feng; his voice, hardened by the neck guard armor, rang out: "Qin Feng, are you looking for death?"

"How dare you provoke the Imperial Guards?"

Facing the rebuke, Qin Feng stepped back quickly, feigning fear: "I thought you were all statues—didn't know you could talk."

"You all know about the Zhengyi campaign to clean up official conduct, right? Step aside—I'll inspect inside. I guarantee I won't touch a single hair. How about it? Give me a favor?"

The Vice Commander's gaze shifted from Qin Feng, staring straight ahead, icy: "This matter has nothing to do with me. My duty as Imperial Guards is solely to protect the noble's safety. Anyone who violates this order will be executed on the spot."

Qin Feng had expected the Lin Residence would be hard to enter.

But he'd finally managed to grasp even a single feather—if he didn't use it well, finding another excuse to enter the Lin Residence would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Today, unless the Liang Emperor himself arrived, Qin Feng was entering the Lin Residence—no matter what.

Qin Feng let out a light laugh: "Each of us has our duty. Let's keep to our own lanes—you guard your post, we investigate official conduct."

With that, he waved his hand: "Bring me a ladder—we're climbing over the wall."

The moment he spoke, the Vice Commander raised his spear, its sharp tip aimed directly at Qin Feng, each word deliberate: "The noble is inside this residence—breaching the palace carriage is a death penalty! Qin Feng, I know you fear nothing—but today, I'll see if you truly have the courage."

Qin Feng stepped back several paces, keeping distance from the Imperial Guards, one hand on his hip, the other picking at his ear with his pinky, nonchalant: "No entry through the gate? No climbing the wall? Your Imperial Guards are too tyrannical. If that's the case, no need to negotiate."

He blew lightly on his pinky, producing a soft but clear sound: "Clear out the obstacles."

Almost the instant he finished speaking, the disciplined Imperial Guards formed a battle formation.

War was about to erupt.

But the next instant, all ten Tianji Camp Guards pulled fishing nets from behind their backs and hurled them at the Imperial Guards.

Already clad in Heavy Armor, the Imperial Guards became entangled in the nets—like silkworms spinning cocoons, they couldn't move; the harder they struggled, the tighter the nets bit, until they all collapsed to the ground.

The Imperial Guard Vice Commander never expected Qin Feng to resort to underhanded tactics, and, enraged, shouted: "Qin, how dare you!"

Qin Feng shrugged: "That's why I say you palace soldiers lack battlefield experience—a single fishing net took you all down."

"With this kind of ability, how can you possibly protect the emperor? I strongly doubt your strength!"