Bystanders, stand clear! The Imperial Sword has no eyes-I'm not responsible if it cuts anyone else!

Jian Lang frowned. "What Imperial Sword? Fifth Girl, don't talk nonsense."

This niece of his had grown up on a country estate. Not only was she ill-mannered, she was outrageously bold.

She had impersonated the Queen Mother of the West to frighten the old madam, then joined forces with the Elder Branch to play supernatural tricks!

And today she had come up with an "Imperial Sword." Who would believe that?

Not Jian Lang, not Jian Jing, and not even Madam Shi.

Shu Zijing believed it even less.

As the godson of the Eastern Depot's director, he might not have been particularly educated, but he was well-informed. He had mingled with people from every walk of life for years, yet had never heard of this "Imperial Sword" business.

Hawking and hunting were skills in their own right. After so many years as a wastrel, Shu Zijing knew which families he could provoke and which he could not.

For Jian Ruonan to pass off a fake Imperial Sword-she must have thought she had lived too long.

If he did not peel a layer of skin off the Jinyang Marquis's Residence today, he would write his name backward.

"Second Master Lang, has this fifth young lady of yours lost her mind?" Shu Zijing smiled. "One careless step could mean confiscation of your property and extermination of your entire clan. Is an 'Imperial Sword' something you can casually bandy about?"

Jian Lang smiled ingratiatingly. "Please calm down, Master Shu. My niece doesn't know any better. I'll discipline her at once!"

One moment, Jian Lang was beaming at Shu Zijing; the next, he turned toward Jian Ruonan with a terrifyingly dark expression. "Fifth Girl, put down that giant radish in your hands! Master Shu is magnanimous enough not to hold this against you!"

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