On a patch of grass, several youths dressed in fine clothes stood to one side, arms folded across their chests, their faces vicious as they looked toward the center. Several men dressed as servants had surrounded someone in the middle and were punching and kicking him. Yet that person did not utter a word, not even a groan of pain. Through the gaps between them, one could see his hands clasped over his head as he let them beat him, but his eyes were incomparably stubborn, even carrying a few traces of leopard-like ferocity as he glared at them.
“Oh? You still dare glare at this young master! Hit him harder! Let him know the consequences of offending this young master! A mere commoner, and you dare challenge this young master? Are you worthy? If he dies, it’ll be on this young master.”
Clearly, among the finely dressed youths, the one shouting was their leader. He had a baby face, but unfortunately, the vicious cruelty he revealed ruined what should have been a cute appearance.
“Ah! Which bastard hit me?” He clutched the upper part of his thigh. That was close—he had nearly been cut off from having descendants! Damn it! Someone actually dared to provoke him?
The other servants who had been beating the youth also cried out in pain one after another, clutching their stomachs as they collapsed to the ground, groaning endlessly, no longer having the strength to get back up.
Only then did Xiao Qianyin clearly see the youth’s appearance. He carried an air of awe-inspiring righteousness. His features were not especially outstanding, but with thick brows and large eyes, he did possess a bit of heroic spirit.
“Who is it? Get out here for this young master! Don’t you know who this young master is? You actually dare ambush this young master?”
“Relying on your noble status to bully others—what sort of good thing are you?”
A leisurely female voice rang out, though it was impossible to tell where it came from. The richly dressed youth looked around. He was at least a junior Sword Master, yet he could not sense the other party’s aura at all, proving that the other party’s strength was definitely above his.
A trace of panic appeared on his face, but he still forced up his imposing manner and replied stubbornly, “He offended me. He’s only a mere commoner—what’s wrong with me teaching him a lesson? On the contrary, you’re the one hiding your head and showing your tail. Are you too ashamed to be seen?”
“Offended you? So you can order your servants to beat someone to death? When a prince breaks the law, he is punished the same as a commoner. Were you deliberately trying to kill him? You’re the treasure of your family, but he isn’t? You are both human, both sons. Just because you are precious, is he not also the treasure of his own family?”
The battered youth lifted his head, excitement showing in his eyes. He did not know who the other party was, but she was the first person ever to stand up for him.
The finely dressed youth suddenly felt his knees go numb. His legs went weak against his will, and he immediately dropped to his knees.
“We never knew Miss Xiao possessed such a kind heart, willing to draw her blade in aid when she sees injustice.”
Within the chilling tone was an indescribable meaning. A man in black stood facing the wind, his gaze fixed on a spot ahead, as though he meant to bore a great hole through the tree trunk opposite him.
“Cousin!” The finely dressed youth lifted his head in delight. He was Cheng Yin, the only son of the younger brother of Wei Wuyin’s empress mother. Strictly speaking, the two of them were cousins.
“Cheng Yin, you’re causing trouble everywhere again!” Wei Wuyin’s voice was heavy, without the slightest trace of emotion.
Cheng Yin’s body trembled. The person he feared most was this cousin of his. That oppressive aura of his often pressed down on others until they could hardly breathe.
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