Chapter 3: The Death of Situ Miao

The commotion between the two was quite loud, waking not only the shopkeeper but also drawing out the guests to watch the spectacle.

"Oh my, which Young Master is this? Let's talk this over properly," the shopkeeper hurriedly came out to smooth things over.

Seeing the shopkeeper emerge, the waiter broke free and lit the candles.

However, this Young Master from a wealthy family was clearly drunk and had no intention of giving the shopkeeper any Face, staggering right up to him.

He lightly patted the shopkeeper's fat Face.

"Fat Pig Chen, are you blind? Do you not recognize me?" With that, he slapped Shopkeeper Chen hard across the Face.

It was still dark, and he had been half-asleep, but the blow jolted Shopkeeper Chen wide awake.

Looking at the wealthy Young Master in front of him, he dropped to his knees.

"Young Master Situ, it is I who am blind," Shopkeeper Chen said, beginning to slap himself.

The House of Situ was the residence of the Left Prime Minister of the Zhou Kingdom; their influence was immense, completely incomparable to his own cousin who was merely a minor official.

Especially this Young Master, Situ Miao, who was a notorious playboy in the royal capital, usually tyrannical and lawless, treating the lives of commoners as if they meant nothing.

Furthermore, he was particularly fond of beautiful women. Having just heard him call out Bing Cheng's name, could it be that he had taken a liking to her?

"Old man, so you do recognize me after all. Go, go fetch the little lady Bing Cheng for me. From now on, she will be my twenty-first concubine." As he spoke, Situ Miao kicked Shopkeeper Chen in the stomach.

Shopkeeper Chen scrambled up, quickly forcing a smile.

"Hehe, Young Master Situ, the girl Bing Cheng is not at home. She has gone back to her hometown for an outing."

"Hiccup…" Situ Miao let out a drunken burp, his body swaying; if not for the burly man accompanying him holding him up, he would have already fallen.

"Old Man Chen, you're talking nonsense! That old man, White Bird, said he saw the little lady Bing Cheng this afternoon. You better hurry… blech…" Situ Miao pointed at Shopkeeper Chen's nose, vomiting all over him.

Shopkeeper Chen's expression was grim; he knew he couldn't get out of this without handing over Bing Cheng. He wiped his Face.

A look of struggle appeared on his Face.

"Young Master Situ, the little lady Bing Cheng is in the backyard."

"Yes, she's probably still sleeping…"

Some guests began to fawn and flatter; everyone wanted to get on good terms with Situ Miao.

"Hehe, you are all good people, *hiccup*…" Situ Miao said, opening the sachet at his waist and tossing out the gold and silver fragments inside.

Instantly, it incited a mad scramble, with everyone thanking him profusely.

"You, go and drag that little wench out for me," Situ Miao said to the burly man beside him.

The burly man acknowledged and walked toward the backyard.

Because Bing Cheng had gone to sleep quite late, she was currently in a deep slumber and had not been awakened by the commotion outside.

"Bang!"

The burly man kicked open Bing Cheng's door and walked toward her step by step.

Bing Cheng rubbed her eyes.

"Who is it? What are you doing!"

In that instant, the burly man had already rushed to her bedside and hoisted her up.

"Who exactly are you?" Bing Cheng struggled. Even though her strength was now on par with a normal adult male, she still appeared incredibly weak in front of this burly man.

Soon, the burly man hauled her into the inn's main hall.

Seeing Shopkeeper Chen and the waiter kneeling at the feet of a wealthy Young Master, she understood instantly.

She just hadn't expected such a cliché plot to actually happen to her. In her heart, she cursed that Fortune Teller again; if he had appeared a few days earlier, this situation wouldn't have occurred.

She was still struggling with all her might, even though it was all in vain.

The burly man brought Bing Cheng before Situ Miao.

When Situ Miao saw Bing Cheng, his drunkenness faded slightly, and his expression turned lecherous.

"Truly born beautiful; I like it, I like it, hahaha." Situ Miao laughed loudly and even hooked her chin.

Bing Cheng felt her stomach churn, wanting to throw up last night's dinner.

"Uncle Chen, save me."

However, Shopkeeper Chen acted as if he hadn't heard, keeping his head down and not daring to look in this direction at all.

Bing Cheng's heart went cold instantly; she had been abandoned after all. Come to think of it, it made sense; they had originally taken her in to raise her as a child bride.

If not for the fact that she still had value later on, she would have long been thrown into a brothel or a den of iniquity. By comparison…

This outcome was actually the best one.

But Bing Cheng was not willing to let it end like this.

There was still a chance to turn things around.

As long as she could Cultivate that Strongest Cultivation Technique, it wouldn't be long before she definitely had the strength to escape from the House of Situ.

"I understand, Young Master Situ. I have a habit of keeping a journal. May I go back and retrieve it?" Bing Cheng's expression lacked the resistance from before, but it also wasn't ingratiating; it was extremely calm.

"Yo, they all said you were a spicy woman, didn't expect you to be so soft, haha." Situ Miao patted Bing Cheng's Face.

He then said to the burly man.

"You go and take her to get it. Hurry up, this Young Master really can't wait." Situ Miao said, scratching his crotch.

"Yes, Young Master." The burly man hauled Bing Cheng back to her room, and soon returned to the main hall.

Bing Cheng held the Strongest Cultivation Technique tightly in her arms. Situ Miao immediately became interested and made a move to snatch it.

But as a playboy, his body was very weak; he didn't even have as much strength as Bing Cheng, and after pulling for a long time, he couldn't snatch it away.

Situ Miao was annoyed and slapped her pretty Face, leaving it red.

"You stinking bitch, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Situ Miao scratched his crotch again; he seemed unable to hold back any longer and strode out of the inn.

"Return to the manor!"

"Yes, Young Master." The burly man hauled Bing Cheng and followed Situ Miao.

It was a morning in April.

It was still quite cool, but Bing Cheng's heart was even colder.

Perhaps the House of Situ knew that Situ Miao did such indecent things every day, so they only provided him with a bodyguard and not even a carriage.

Although they were walking, they would soon return to the Situ Manor. Bing Cheng pondered in her heart what to do when they arrived.

If she killed Situ Miao inside the Situ Manor, how would she escape…

Bing Cheng thought of many things.

Before long, the three arrived in an alleyway. As long as they passed through this alley, the gate of the Situ Manor would be right across from the alley's exit.

Suddenly.

A flash of white light streaked past.

"Clang…" A dagger was embedded into the gap between the stone slabs, emitting a violent vibrating sound.

Situ Miao, walking in front, slowly looked up, but the next second he fell straight backward. His throat had been slashed, and blood flowed out like a stream.

Dead?

"Who?" The burly man's expression changed drastically upon seeing Situ Miao dead. He scanned the surroundings but didn't discover anyone.

In this situation, he wouldn't survive either. The burly man steeled his heart, threw Bing Cheng to the side, and ran away.

Bing Cheng stared blankly at Situ Miao's corpse in front of her, unable to react for a moment.

Someone died?

"Damn it, isn't this a disaster?" Bing Cheng finally came to her senses. Fortunately, there was no one on the street right now.

She immediately ran out of the alley.

She definitely couldn't return to the inn now. The burly man had already run away, and she couldn't afford to be caught.

She didn't know which bastard had taken advantage of this moment to kill Situ Miao, but for her, it could be considered a disguised form of help.

She rushed straight to the city gate, where the guards were just preparing to open it.

Bing Cheng tried hard to calm her emotions, preparing to leave the city with the first wave of people exiting.