Chapter 387: First Volume, Chapter 387: If You Can Fight, Don

First Volume, Chapter 387: If You Can Fight, Don't Waste Words

The young nobles gathered outside Qingya Pavilion couldn't help but sneer.

"Heh, this Liu Lan actually dares to cause trouble on Qin Feng's turf—doesn't he know he's asking for a beating? Everyone in Jingdu knows Qin Feng's a ruffian. Cross him, and losing skin is the least of it."

"Don't say it like that—Liu Lan is the son of the Minister of Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Over ninety percent of officials in Jingdu rose through the imperial examinations, and they're deeply grateful to the Liu family. Besides the exams, the Court of Imperial Sacrifices oversees rituals and ceremonies, and has always maintained close ties with the nobility in Gong Zhong. Though their official rank isn't high, their influence is immense!"

"Look—besides Liu Lan, Chen Teng, son of the Director of the Imperial Academy, is also here. Just these two families' students cover ninety percent of Jingdu's officials. Offend these two, and you'll face a storm of literary condemnation!"

"These are minor matters—you all know this guy doesn't care about his reputation… The real point is, His Highness is here too. Hmm, no matter how you look at it, today these men are clearly targeting Qin Feng."

The young nobles watching were mostly Noble Youth, but compared to these few, they looked utterly insignificant.

Facing Liu Lan's threat, Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, grinned, and deliberately leaned his face forward to closely observe Liu Lan's injuries.

Just a bump on the forehead—no big deal.

"Brother Liu, you're wrong here. Qingya Pavilion opens its doors to do business; it's inevitable that some stray cats and dogs come to disrupt things. As the saying goes, the customer is god—I, Qin Feng, naturally greet them with a smile. But you disrespected my eldest sister, and all I did was kick you once, without even breaking your dog-legs—you ought to thank me."

Hearing this, Liu Lan's mouth slowly widened: "What? I'm supposed to thank you?"

"Fine… fine, Qin Feng, you truly are arrogant! If I don't file a complaint against you at Dali Temple, I won't bear the surname Liu!"

Qin Feng laughed, patted Liu Lan's shoulder: "Go file a complaint at Dali Temple? Of course you can. But while you're at it, please deliver a copy of my petition too: 'The son of the Minister of Court of Imperial Sacrifices, behaving improperly, publicly disrespected the eldest daughter of the Qin family.' According to the Da Liang Code, anyone who sexually harasses a woman on the street shall be castrated!"

Liu Lan's groin went cold; he instinctively stepped back, pointing at Qin Feng with gritted teeth: "Qin Feng, others fear you, but I don't! Don't try to intimidate me with the Da Liang Code—I…"

Before Liu Lan could finish, Qin Feng shot back: "The Da Liang Code was established by the late Emperor. If you disregard the Da Liang Code, what are your intentions?!"

Liu Lan's face flushed crimson; though furious, he dared not utter another word.

He had long known Qin Feng excelled at escalating matters and always seized the moral high ground—he'd just witnessed it firsthand.

At that moment, Chen Teng, son of the Director of the Imperial Academy, sitting nearby, casually remarked: "Brother Qin, we're all Noble Youth. To publicly beat Liu Lan is hardly justifiable. As for the accusation of harassing your eldest sister—that's pure fiction. Qingya Pavilion opens for business; someone must receive guests. We came out of admiration, yet Shen Miss refuses to appear—what's the reason?"

"Brother Liu merely knocked on the door, asking Shen Miss to come out."

Clearly, Chen Teng had been involved too!

Qin Feng smiled, picked up the paperweight Shen Qingci usually used to punish him from the nearby table, and walked toward Chen Teng with his hands behind his back.

Chen Teng swallowed hard, staring at the paperweight behind Qin Feng, nervously asking: "W-what are you going to do?"

"Qin Feng! This is Jingdu—you can't act like this!"

Qin Feng wore an innocent smile: "I'll ask you just one question: Did you participate in harassing my eldest sister?"

Chen Teng clenched his teeth: "Harassment? I was respectfully inviting her!"

"Respectfully invite your damn grandfather!" Qin Feng swung the paperweight and smashed it straight onto Chen Teng's forehead.

The blow shattered Chen Teng's skull, blood gushing—he collapsed from his chair, clutching his head and screaming uncontrollably.

"Qin Feng, you're a madman."

The young nobles outside the pavilion watched with gleeful delight.

"Heh, didn't I say it? Liu Lan and Chen Teng coming to Qingya Pavilion to cause trouble—wasn't that like plucking teeth from a tiger's mouth? That's Qin Feng—he's fiercely protective. For a little maid, he assassinated over a dozen top generals of Bei Di, slaughtered over a thousand enemy soldiers, and even cursed Zhang Xiuye—just promoted to Director of Internal Affairs—until the man was drenched in blood and bile."

"For a little maid, he does this—how much more so for his elder sister? These two are utterly stupid!"

As the crowd watched Qin Feng "commit violence in broad daylight," none tried to stop him—instead, they clapped and cheered.

Especially when recalling Qin Feng's brutal retaliation against Bei Di, everyone's blood boiled with excitement.

Under the eyes of all, Qin Feng swung the paperweight and unleashed a furious beating on Chen Teng and Liu Lan.

Though outnumbered two-to-one and facing two scholars, Qin Feng's body was far tougher—he spent his days constantly traveling outside Jingdu.

Besides, before Li Xu left Jingdu, he'd beaten Qin Feng nearly to death, so he'd picked up a few clumsy moves.

Dealing with these two was more than enough.

The civilians gathered outside the pavilion, hearing the constant pig-like screams from within, pressed forward eagerly to see what was happening.

"Young master, what's going on inside? Why's someone crying?"

A middle-aged civilian laborer gathered courage and asked.

The young noble opposite was fairly talkative; he chuckled softly: "What else? He kicked an iron plate."

"Who doesn't know Qin Feng's methods? With Noble Youth, he'd rather fight than talk. With court officials, he talks but never lifts a hand—he's a master at adjusting his tactics. If you can beat him, he'll reason with you. If you can't, he'll beat you."

Learning that Liu Lan and Chen Teng had been crushed under Qin Feng's feet,

the crowd of civilians all secretly rejoiced.

"Hahaha, deserved! How dare they pick a fight with Young Master Qin? They deserve to be beaten to death! Without Young Master Qin, our Shedynasty would still be crushed by Bei Di!"

"Exactly! Without Young Master Qin, our Shedynasty wouldn't be standing tall today!"

"Come to think of it, we should thank that little maid, Xiao Xiangxiang—if she hadn't been injured, how would Young Master Qin have gotten so furious and killed ten Bei Di generals?"

"Ten generals? That's just gossip! It was twenty!"

"You don't understand—my cousin's a soldier—he said Young Master Qin nearly led the Tianji Camp Guards straight to the Di Royal Capital and captured the Bei Di King alive!"

"Hahaha, no wonder he's Young Master Qin!"

Hearing the crowd's wild rumors grow more absurd by the second, Xiao Xiangxiang arrived just in time—she didn't know whether to blush or feel proud.

At that moment, someone sharp-eyed spotted Xiao Xiangxiang and cried out excitedly:

"Look! It's Miss Xiang'er!"

Huh? Miss Xiang'er?

Xiao Xiangxiang stared in shock—she was just a maid. How had she suddenly become a "miss"? That couldn't be right!