"No wonder!"
Just as they were speaking.
A chair flew over Jun Wushang toward the two of them.
Wei Qing and Zhang Zhidong both took a step back, avoiding the area where the two were fighting.
"Madam Zhang, you're actually willing to let Xue'er suffer."
"My daughter likes it. I can't stop her."
As they spoke, Jun Wushang was distracted for a moment, and a fist slammed straight into his eye.
"Ow..."
Jun Wushang covered his eye and staggered back three steps.
"Ouch, how tragic."
"Serves him right. How dare this brat come here to break off the engagement? Luckily, only my daughter knows... If my wife found out, hmph."
"I'd beat this brat's third leg crooked."
At those words, Wei Qing suddenly understood where Zhang Xue had inherited her "martial bloodline."
He silently prayed for his brother.
In just this short while.
Jun Wushang had successfully evolved into Jun "Pighead."
"No... No more fighting... I'm not breaking off the engagement anymore."
Driven into a corner, Jun Wushang simply raised both hands and surrendered.
"Hmph, you say you won't fight, and you won't fight? You say you won't break off the engagement, and you won't? Do you think I'm even interested in you?" Zhang Xue put her hands on her hips and looked at Jun Wushang with a haughty expression. "Now I'm the one breaking off the engagement."
"Uh..." Jun Wushang froze at first, then nodded lightly. "No problem. I truly am not worthy of you, miss."
"All right, Xue'er. We'll discuss this matter later."
As the person in charge of the Night Owl Guard in Qingcheng, Zhang Zhidong still had discernment.
As an official Garrison Commander who had slain demons and monsters, once he truly entered battle.
Every move and stance was a killing move.
He was not someone his daughter, a "pure martial artist" who had never taken a life, could contend with.
Even if Zhang Xue was one minor realm higher than Jun Wushang.
"Dad."
Zhang Xue pouted and glared at Zhang Zhidong, her face full of dissatisfaction.
"Would your mother agree?"
Seeing that his words were useless, he immediately brought out his trump card.
Sure enough, the effect was immediate.
At those words, Zhang Xue trembled all over.
Thinking of her mother's angry expression, she couldn't help shivering.
Then she obediently closed her mouth.
Zhang Zhidong gave an awkward smile. "I'm sorry for making a fool of myself before you, my lord."
"Not at all. Miss Zhang is a person of true character." Wei Qing gave a slight nod and looked at Zhang Xue. "My brother was indeed in the wrong over breaking off the engagement. I wonder if you've vented your anger?"
"If you haven't, you can beat him up once more. I guarantee he won't fight back."
"Qingzi..."
"Just shut up for now."
Wei Qing completely ignored Jun Wushang's objection and looked at Zhang Xue again.
In his view, Zhang Xue was absolutely a good match.
If Jun Wushang missed out on her, who knew how many years he would have to wait before meeting another girl like her?
"Hmph." Zhang Xue snorted coldly and cast Jun Wushang a light glance. "I never fight a defeated opponent a second time!"
With that, she turned around, the black hair tied behind her head swaying lightly with her movement.
Then Zhang Xue left the private room without looking back.
"Defeated... opponent..."
The corner of Jun Wushang's mouth twitched fiercely several times, and in the end, he could only sigh helplessly.
Who could he blame when he was in the wrong?
"Later, go home with Brother Zhang and properly apologize to Miss Zhang. Otherwise, don't blame me for telling Aunt Liu after I return to the capital."
Wei Qing walked over to Jun Wushang's side and spoke in a low voice.
Jun Wushang's eyes flew wide open. He looked at Wei Qing in disbelief, as though he were seeing him for the first time.
Seeing that Wei Qing showed no intention of backing down, he deflated like a punctured ball. "No... I'll go... I'll go right now."
Wei Qing chuckled and patted Jun Wushang's shoulder. "You'll thank me someday."
"I'll thank you, you little yo-yo."
With that, he stormed toward the door.
Seeing this, Wei Qing asked, "Do you know the Zhang family?"
"Uh..."
At those words, Jun Wushang's left foot, which had stepped out of the room, froze in midair. He awkwardly looked toward Zhang Zhidong, his prospective father-in-law.
"Follow me."
Zhang Zhidong spoke with an displeased expression.
Like a defeated rooster, Jun Wushang lowered his head and followed behind Zhang Zhidong out of the inn.
Qing County Office.
After Jun Wushang left, Wei Qing took the appointment document and went straight to the county office.
"My lord."
Seeing Wei Qing arrive, Zhu Huan hurried forward and saluted.
"Call the County Lieutenant."
"Yes."
A moment later.
The County Lieutenant hurried over. "Greetings, Lord Wei."
"Take a look at this."
The County Lieutenant accepted the appointment document with both hands. After carefully reading through it,
he respectfully returned it to Wei Qing, clasped his fists, and bowed. "Congratulations, Lord Wei, on becoming Qingcheng's acting magistrate."
The Heavenly Realm Division had no jurisdiction over a local government office, but the magistrate was the person in charge of a county's government office.
Moreover, considering Wei Qing's ruthless methods and his readiness to kill without batting an eye,
the County Lieutenant did not dare show the slightest discourtesy before Wei Qing.
"All right. I won't interfere with the office's affairs. Continue doing things as you normally would. During my tenure as acting magistrate, I'll only be responsible for Qingcheng's stability and the people's safety."
"If there's anything you can't resolve, come find me."
"Yes."
Hearing this, the County Lieutenant secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, if he had to work every day before a living Yama,
he truly feared that one day, after making a mistake,
he would be chopped down with a single slash.
"This is the Imperial Court's verdict against the Fang family. Take a look."
Wei Qing placed the verdict on the desk and pushed it toward the County Lieutenant.
The County Lieutenant walked forward several steps, picked up the verdict, and began reading it carefully.
Gradually.
His expression grew increasingly solemn.
After reading everything, the County Lieutenant respectfully returned the verdict to its original position. "My lord, what should we do next?"
"What else can we do? The Imperial Court's decree is written clearly: colluding with demons and monsters means exterminating the nine clans. Could it be that you intend to resist the decree?" Wei Qing raised his eyes and swept a cold glance over the County Lieutenant.
"This subordinate would never dare."
The County Lieutenant was so frightened that he dropped to his knees with a thud, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Wei Qing said calmly, "I know that you and Fang Youting are friends, and that you've worked together for many years."
"There's nothing I can do about Lord Fang's matter either."
"Since the Imperial Court has issued its decree, we'll act according to it."
"This subordinate obeys the decree."
Seeing that the matter was already set in stone, the County Lieutenant could only let out a helpless sigh.
"As for the Fang family's nine-clan branches outside Qingcheng, I imagine the Imperial Court has already made arrangements."
"Give the order. Immediately round up all members of the Fang family in Qingcheng, servants included, and imprison every one of them!"
"Yes."
The County Lieutenant nodded, then said awkwardly, "There are quite a lot of Fang family members. In particular, the martial artists among them certainly won't willingly await death."
"Although the office's constables have some martial foundations, this subordinate is afraid they..."
The County Lieutenant's expression was extremely awkward. A dignified county office could not even suppress a single Fang family.
There was nothing to be done about it. Over all these years,
the martial artists who had become members of the Fang family's household guard out of gratitude for Fang Youting saving their lives numbered no fewer than ten, at least among those he knew of.
Meanwhile, including Zhu Huan, there were only eight martial artists in the county office. The other thirty-odd constables could handle ordinary people well enough.
But against martial artists, they would lose without a doubt.
Wei Qing smiled faintly. "What are you getting at?"