Chapter 7: The Ferocious Ji Tianxin

“Mmm…” The steward couldn’t open his mouth; if not for the pain, he would have passed out already.

Ji Tianxin’s brow furrowed lightly, and she suddenly stomped her foot. “Monster, your grandmother’s leg!”

The steward vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolling back, and he finally fainted completely.

That childish yet serious insult left everyone stunned.

Everyone: “…”

Su Qing pressed her lips together—this was absolutely, absolutely something she learned from Master Bai! Hmph, that old rascal, not only is he shameless himself, but he’s also corrupting her mistress!

A long moment passed before everyone snapped back to reality, seeing the steward lying on the ground, unconscious and bleeding.

This little girl is terrifyingly ruthless! Truly a monster!

Soon, the soldiers from the General’s Residence surrounded them, blocking the entrance so tightly not even a drop of water could get through. Yet none dared step forward to touch them.

After knocking the steward unconscious with a single kick, Ji Tianxin’s pale pink lips curled slightly. “Su Qing, bring me a chair.”

“Yes!”

Moments later, Su Qing brought a cushioned chair down from the carriage.

Ji Tianxin’s wide sleeves swept along with her cloak as she leaned back lazily.

“Su Qing, from now on, no one in the General’s Residence is allowed to cross this threshold. If one comes out, beat them. If two come out, beat them both. Do you understand?” Ji Tianxin ordered coldly.

Su Qing stepped forward, kicking the bound steward aside, and suddenly a crimson whip appeared in her right hand. She lashed it heavily onto the ground and declared in a deep voice, “Su Qing understands.”

That sharp “snap” made everyone tremble.

They realized then—these weren’t monsters, but martial artists! And such young ones at that!

Though many of them practiced martial arts, the girls were clearly far stronger! True martial artists.

And they saw now that it wasn’t just the maid who was terrifyingly fierce—the little girl was even more frightening!

In the blink of an eye, the entrance to the General’s Residence was packed—curious townsfolk and soldiers from the residence surrounding them.

Ji Tianxin’s expression was icy as she looked at the three characters above the gate. She extended her hand.

Su Qing quickly handed the whip to Ji Tianxin.

“The General’s Residence… condoning murder in its inner chambers, causing the death of a mother in childbirth—unworthy of a regional commander.” Her lips parted, and she spoke each word coldly and clearly.

With a flick of her wrist, the force from the whip knocked the plaque off the gate, crashing it to the ground with a loud bang.

Everyone jumped; Ji Yucheng, who had just stepped out, was nearly struck by the falling plaque. After dodging it and seeing it lying on the ground, her face changed instantly.

Ji Yucheng was only eleven or twelve, and the sudden event frightened her. But when she saw the two surrounded in the middle by soldiers, she straightened her back and shouted loudly, “Why are you all just standing there? The bandits are at our gates! Why aren’t you attacking?”

No matter how loudly she yelled, none of the soldiers moved forward. They held their weapons, encircling the girls, but dared not strike.

Ji Tianxin’s gaze was cold as she stared at the entrance of the General’s Residence.

“Useless!” Ji Yucheng stamped her foot in fury, cursed, and then raised her spear, attacking Su Qing beside Ji Tianxin.

“Master,” Su Qing asked Ji Tianxin for instructions.

Just as Ji Yucheng approached, Ji Tianxin flicked her whip, which snapped out like a serpent and wrapped tightly around Ji Yucheng’s waist.