Jiang Shuyue: [This person has... very distinctive taste.]
Huahua: [They're sworn siblings from the same bandit stronghold. They used to rob corrupt officials exclusively. Later, someone persuaded them to work with the court, secretly dealing with certain bureaucrats.]
[With the emperor's tacit approval, even if their activities came out into the open, their safety was guaranteed. They also received a small stipend, and their children could go into business or attend school.]
[The "husband," Lao Wang, was originally the stronghold's chief, while the "woman" was the third chief. Don't let that full beard fool you-she really is a woman.]
Jiang Shuyue: ...
For a moment, she genuinely had no idea what to say.
Cao Ying'er was already too shocked to speak.
At that moment, she actually wished she couldn't read lips.
What an assault on the eyes!
Only when several people pinned Jin San down did he come to his senses.
He violently shook off the two people holding him and cursed at the crowd. "Do you know who I am? You dare lay hands on this prince? Take a good look at what you are!"
"You lowborn filth! I'll have every last one of you wretched slaves torn apart by five horses!"
The crowd fell silent for a few seconds at his words.
Just as Jin San began to look smug, a man slapped him across the face.
The blow carried a measure of explosive force, swelling half of Jin San's face.
Cao Ying'er said, "Wow, Jin San's face looks like a gourd!"
Jiang Shuyue said, "It'll take another slap to make it a gourd. Right now, it's only half of one."
No sooner had she spoken than the man slapped Jin San again.
Jin San's eyes turned bloodshot. "You dog! You dare strike this prince?"
"This prince, this