Started out getting scumbags, but then invested in the invincible Empress.

Chapter 165 The Demeanor of a Tyrant

Upon seeing Xiang Leping arrive in person, Meng Zhenhu's expression changed several times.

Immediately, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Xiang, do you really intend to choose to become enemies with our major families for the sake of this boy?"

Wang Xu and Miao Mingda's expressions instantly turned serious.

"Does the Marquis not know the rules of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion?"

Xiang Leping sneered, "You've gone to such lengths to fight with these officials; where does that leave my dignity?"

The atmosphere fell silent, and the important figures frowned deeply.

"Master Xiang, we are not unreasonable people either..."

Miao Mingda, a forced smile playing on his lips, pointed angrily at Li Wudao:

"But this brat is far too presumptuous, repeatedly humiliating members of our major families. If we don't bring him to justice on the spot today, how will we maintain our standing in the future?"

"Minister Miao is absolutely right. The major families of the capital are all closely connected; we share the same fate, and we share the same fate. This little brat has ruined the reputation of our families, and we must demand an explanation!"

Wang Xu's face was gloomy, and his tone was resolute.

"As far as I know, it seems that all of this was provoked by members of your clan first, right?"

At this moment, Murong Qinglan parted her red lips slightly and said calmly, "You tried to bully the weak but were all suppressed. You only have yourself to blame. How dare you families come here to cause trouble?"

"What... is this a sore loser, and they're planning to bully the weak and outnumber the strong?"

As these contemptuous and mocking words fell, an uproar immediately broke out in the surrounding area.

Everyone was stunned.

Anyone could see that the major families were planning to bully others and commit ruthless acts of annihilation, but who dared to say it out loud?

Isn't that just asking for trouble?

These words made Wang Xu, Meng Zhenhu, and Miao Mingda's expressions very unnatural.

Being called out to their faces, even these high-ranking and unflappable figures felt a little embarrassed.

"Your sect master hasn't even spoken, so what right do you, a mere maid, have to interrupt? You have no manners at all!"

Miao Mingda, his eyes blazing with anger, seized the opportunity to change the subject, coldly rebuking, "In my household, a maid like you who dares to defy her superiors wouldn't even live to see the next day!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Leping froze instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Du Peng stood there dumbfounded, looking astonished, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Even their own sect leader had to be extremely respectful in front of this young girl, not daring to relax in the slightest.

This guy is something else! Not only did he call her a little maid, but he even started threatening her. He really has a lot of nerve!

Noticing the cold glint in the girl's beautiful eyes, Xiang Leping tensed up and immediately shouted at Miao Mingda:

"You bastard, who gave you the audacity to reprimand Miss Murong? You're asking for trouble!"

Immediately, he looked at the girl cautiously, waiting for instructions.

Beneath the purple veil, Murong Qinglan's delicate and bright face remained largely unchanged, her emotions steady as she slowly uttered two words: "Slap her."

"Yes--"

He nodded to Le Ping, and without a moment's hesitation, he slapped Miao Mingda hard under Miao Mingda's surprised gaze.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of applause resounded throughout the venue.

Everyone's expression changed.

The dignified head of the Yubao Pavilion of the Great Yu Dynasty, a truly important figure, actually obeyed the orders of a young girl and so easily beat up the Minister of War.

That's really surprising.

Miao Mingda reached up and touched his cheek, spitting out the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was terribly gloomy. "Xiang Leping, have you gone mad? You hit me for a bitch?"

"Keep going, beat him until he begs for mercy."

A slightly indifferent voice rose from Murong Qinglan's lips.

Xiang Leping responded, then angrily stepped forward, grabbed Miao Mingda by the collar of his shirt, and lifted him up.

"What are you trying to do? I am the Minister of War! Don't go too far!"

Miao Mingda was filled with trepidation, but his fierce words were tinged with cowardice. "You have humiliated me, Minister Miao, so much. Aren't you afraid that I will give the order to have the thousand armored guards at the gate raze your Imperial Treasure Pavilion to the ground?"

But Murong Qinglan's lips curled into a sneer, "You can try, but... I can guarantee that in less than half a day, I can wipe out your entire family."

As she spoke, she turned to the side, her beautiful eyes glancing at Meng Zhenhu and Wang Xu, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it, but I don't know if your families have enough people to kill..."

The crisp, clear words, like the melodious tinkling of a spring, somehow sent chills down the listener's spine and filled them with unease.

The onlookers were stunned and secretly gasped.

This seemingly gentle and lovely girl is actually quite ruthless, capable of killing entire families at the drop of a hat.

Even Li Wudao was somewhat taken aback and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Among women of her age, very few possess such spirit; she has the bearing of a true hero.

Meng Zhenhu and Wang Xu, who were about to step forward to rescue him, turned grim and furrowed their brows upon hearing these warnings and threats, and ultimately chose not to intervene.

Judging from all indications, this girl with the purple veil is obviously of extraordinary origin and is very likely a core member of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion. There is no need to make an enemy for the sake of a colleague.

"Clap!"

Before long, the deathly silent attic was filled with the sound of slaps.

Soon, the Minister of War's cheeks swelled up, resembling a pig's head, both comical and pitiful.

"I know I was wrong. I was blind and offended you. Please, please ask Pavilion Master Xiang to stop..."

After a while, Miao Mingda was in so much pain that he shed a few tears and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

By now, his entire face had turned purplish-red, most of his teeth were broken, and he was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

Xiang Leping paused for a moment, then cast a questioning glance at Murong Qinglan.

"That's enough, that's enough."

A detached voice rang out from the girl's lips, "This is just a lesson. If it happens again, even if it's a member of the royal family, they will be executed without mercy!"

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and subconsciously became much more reserved.

Many people also looked at the Second Prince not far away with strange eyes.

"......"

It's easy to imagine how embarrassed Li Sheng looked.

However, when he looked closely at this mysterious girl, he was deeply moved.

"Bright eyes, captivating gaze... What an unparalleled beauty!"

Immediately, he thought of something, and his breathing became rapid.

"This Miss Murong can even command the Pavilion Master. If I could befriend her, and perhaps even advance further... wouldn't the position of Crown Prince be rightfully mine?!"

.........

The atmosphere was somewhat solidified.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of many, Murong Qinglan moved gracefully and slowly toward Li Wudao.

She glanced at the young man, a faint smile playing on her lips, "Young master, we meet again."

"Well........"

Li Wudao was somewhat surprised, never expecting the other party to strike up a conversation with him.

However, what the girl said next made him somewhat unhappy.

"Young Master Li, could you spare his life for the sake of this young lady?"

Murong Qinglan glanced at Meng Yan, who was being trampled under the boy's feet. At this moment, the latter was already covered in wounds, and blood had soaked a large area of ​​the floor.

Li Wudao frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, she came to plead for Meng Yan, and her tone became somewhat cold, "What if I insist on killing him?"