A Match Made in Heaven

Outside the thatched hut lay a muddy clearing, everywhere reeking of foul pig manure.

Su Yuexi was currently surrounded by several people. The leader was a beautiful woman dressed in luxurious silk, though her brows and eyes were etched with malice, and her face was full of arrogance.

Su Yuexi trembled slightly, saying with fear and indignation, "Su Yun, Aunt Dou slandered me first by claiming I stole pigs from the farm. She hit me and cursed me, which is why I fought back."

Sikong Jing's footsteps faltered, and he stood stunned.

He was the one who had severed that shrew's hands and feet, yet Su Yuexi was claiming she had done it herself?

Aunt Dou was that very shrew; she was still unconscious on the ground, and someone was currently trying to stop her bleeding.

"Oh, so it really was you."

Su Yun, the vicious woman opposite Su Yuexi, shrieked with a twisted expression, "You ugly freak, a disgrace to the Su Clan, and you dare to lay such a heavy hand on my servant?"

"Someone, give her ten slaps across the face, then drag her to the Su Clan Enforcement Hall for punishment!"

Following Su Yun's command, a maid-like woman beside her stepped forward with long strides.

She swung her hand fiercely toward Su Yuexi's face.

Su Yuexi wanted to dodge, but seemingly remembering something, she abruptly closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate.

Slap!

Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed in the air. Su Yuexi felt no pain on her face, but she heard a miserable shriek—the sound came from Su Yun's maid.

Opening her eyes, she saw a tall, upright figure standing before her. It was, of course, Sikong Jing.

Her expression changed drastically. Why had her husband come out, and why had he struck Su Yun's maid?

Su Yun, across from them, was also stunned by Sikong Jing's sudden appearance. Seeing her own person struck, she was instantly incensed and snapped, "Who are you? How dare you hit my people?"

Sikong Jing's gaze was cold and piercing as he replied in a low voice, "I am Su Yuexi's husband, Sikong Jing."

"Hmm?"

Su Yun paused, looking Sikong Jing up and down before asking with a sneer, "You are that criminal weakling husband who was betrothed to Su Yuexi by the Lord of Yun Province himself five days ago?"

He raised an eyebrow. He should have been betrothed by the Great Shang Emperor, Yan Tianmo, who had ordered him to marry the ugliest woman in Yun Province—likely the idea of the Ninth Princess, Yan Ruyu.

The goal, naturally, was to humiliate him thoroughly.

When had it become the minor Lord of Yun Province who issued the decree?

However, Sikong Jing did not care about such trivial details. He spoke coldly, "That's right. I am the one who cut off that shrew's hands and feet. If you have any grievances, come at me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yuexi hurriedly tugged at Sikong Jing, saying, "No, I was the one who cut off Aunt Dou's hands and feet, not him."

Although her face was veiled, one could still sense the anxiety upon it as she kept signaling to Sikong Jing with her eyes.

Sikong Jing understood immediately. Su Yuexi was actually taking the blame for him. His heart warmed, and he shook his head at her, saying, "There is no need for that. What I cut, I cut."

"You..."

Seeing Sikong Jing continue to confess, Su Yuexi was too anxious to speak.

Just then, Su Yun roared, "Shut up! Are you two showing off your affection in front of me? A banished criminal weakling and an ugly freak—truly a match made in heaven."

"Regardless of who did the cutting, since you are husband and wife, neither of you will escape punishment!"

"Especially you, you weakling, daring to strike my maid... Go, teach him a lesson!"

The surrounding thugs received the order and lunged at Sikong Jing with savage grins.

Su Yun's maid clutched the face Sikong Jing had slapped and hissed viciously, "Beat these two bastards to death!"

With that, the maid also attacked Su Yuexi.

The moment everyone lunged, Sikong Jing widened his eyes and said coldly, "Mere rabble."

As he spoke, he threw a massive punch. Although he was currently only at the second level of the Ming Realm, he was now cultivating the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art, and he was, after all, a former invincible divine general.

His momentum surged, and he threw several punches, not even needing to use any martial techniques.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The small thugs Su Yun had brought were all struck, screaming as they flew backward.

Immediately after, Sikong Jing flashed in front of Su Yuexi and slapped Su Yun's maid as she lunged forward.

Slap!

The maid was struck again, letting out a miserable howl as her body spun in mid-air before landing heavily, covered in pig manure.

The scene froze the moment Sikong Jing withdrew his hand.

Sikong Jing, who should have been a weakling, stood before Su Yuexi, his posture sharp like a blade, acting as an insurmountable barrier.