Zhou Weizhao sat at the top, calmly glanced at the chaotic scene outside, and then shifted his gaze to Song Chuyi who had just entered.

  In the afternoon, he had heard Song Chuyu say that every family has a difficult scripture to recite, and his family had a stepmother.

  But I didn't expect this stepmother to be so dangerous, no wonder she was being overly cautious. Anyone who encounters such a stepmother would have to be on their guard.

  Due to Chen's sudden push, Song Chuyi didn't have time to collect herself, so she looked a bit disheveled. However, her face remained calm and her gaze was cold, as if she hadn't been affected at all.

  "Your Highness, I don't know if that deal you mentioned to me still counts?" She gazed silently at Zhou Weizhao for half a moment before suddenly speaking up.

  Zhou Weizhao can't be recognized, after all, she herself has no power or influence to compare with, and her method had been told to him long ago in order to gain his trust.

  If Zhou Weizhao backed down at this time, she would have no way out. At least, on the surface, everyone would think so - a young lady from a noble family in the capital, what kind of storm could she stir up?

  Ye Jingchuan furrowed his brow and stared at Zhou Weizhao and Song Chuyi for a while, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

  "When did you make another deal with him?" He glared at Song Chuyi, feeling very angry: "Do you know this is a fox?!"

  But after he finished speaking, he felt a bit dazed. Although Zhou Weizhao was difficult to deal with, wasn't Song Chuyi just a fox spirit too?

  Zhou Weizhao coughed and turned to look at Song Chuyi, "Of course, it's a deal. Now that you've thought it through, what do you want me to help you with?"

  "Can those people be dealt with as I wish?" Song Chuyi tilted her head to look in the direction of the granary, asking in a expressionless tone.

  Ye Jingchuan waved his hand, looking at her with some disdain: "No matter how capable you are, you're still a girl. Those people are all old slippery rascals and ruthless hoodlums, don't you know?! If they say a few unpleasant words, will you still want to be human in the future?"

  Although he looks very sloppy and always has a careless and self-centered appearance, Ye Jingchuan is actually a good person who has kind intentions towards others.

  Mrs. Xu also thought that Ye Jingchuan made sense, and with some hesitation, she leaned in close to Song Chuyi's ear and advised her: "Miss, what Mr. Ye said makes sense. Those people have dirty mouths, if they say something dirty, it will sully your ears."

  Song Chuyi was still looking at Zhou Weizhao in front of him.

  Zhou Wei Zhao slightly raised the corner of his mouth and nodded.

  Ye Jingchuan was somewhat anxious and also somewhat resentful: "Do you know that she's a girl?! Are you or aren't you someone who has been cooped up in the Taoist temple for too long? Oh, how could I forget, you're indeed someone who has been cooped up in the Taoist temple for too long, to the point where you can't even tell men and women apart!"

  Song Chuyi quickly got up and walked halfway before turning back to look at Zhou Weizhao: "Can you lend me the few little Taoist priests next to you for a use?"

  The granary was surrounded by lanterns on all sides, shining brightly like two worlds compared to the dark night outside.

  Song Chuyu had just ordered someone to remove the cloth strips from those people's mouths, and their mouths began to spout out some dirty words.

  One of them, a stout man with a round head and a rather plump build, was staring at Song Chuyi with ill intentions, spitting out several mouthfuls of saliva.

  "It turns out that after all the effort we put in for half a day, the one we're going to kill is just this little yellow-haired girl." He let out a few lewd and sly whistles, then with a face full of complacency and disdain, he raised his head: "I'm afraid her hair hasn't even grown yet, and yet she's already worthy of us sending so many people after her."

  Qing Tao and Hong Yu's faces both turned bright red, and it wasn't until half a moment later that they hastily went to cover Song Chu Yi's ears.

  Song Chuyi lightly brushed it off, ignoring the curses and ridicule that filled her ears. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and pointed at the round-headed man, turning her head to calmly instruct the little Taoist following behind her: "Go, break all his limbs for me."

  The little Taoist looked at her with some surprise, seeing that she had finished speaking and closed her mouth. After hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward and kicked the man's knee with one foot, immediately folding his legs together violently.

  The whole process was so swift that people could hardly blink their eyes.

  The shrill cry of the round-headed man filled the entire room, and he looked at the little girl in front of him with some horror, dragging his already broken legs to retreat continuously.

  "Hand!" Song Chuyi gave a glance at the little Taoist priest, calm and collected as if he were not human: "Break it off!"

  Really said well, hands and feet together break off is together break off, without any hesitation or mercy.

  The room was left with only the man's mournful cry.

  The little Taoist priest ruthlessly beat the man to a pulp, and only then did Song Chuyi walk forward two steps with a cold face, staring icily at the group of people who were already shocked into inaction.

  "Who is in charge?" She gazed at them with a cold expression and raised her voice to ask again, "Who is in charge?"

  Some timid people are already pointing at the thin and weak man who scolded the most fiercely just now.

  Song Chuyi let out a cold hum and looked at him with a leisurely expression: "Do you want to die, or do you not want to die?"

  Although she still didn't have much expression, at this moment, in the eyes of these people, she was undoubtedly a deadly Rakshasa. The man stared at her, cautiously retreated and hesitated to ask: "How about taking lives, how about not taking lives?"

  "I already know who sent you, I just need your testimony. If you want to live, cooperate with me well. If you don't want to live, I won't mind killing all of you like a group of Tartar bandits!" Song Chuyi spoke in such a vicious and evil tone for the first time since her rebirth, shocking everyone in the room.

  Although they were indeed after her life, but in the end did not succeed, how this little girl looked like she had a deep blood feud with them?

  The leader swallowed hard and felt his hands trembling slightly.

  They were just after wealth, if they lost their lives for that silver it wouldn't be worth it.

  Song Chuyi nodded at Qing Tao Hong Yu, who immediately understood and took out the paper and pen she had prepared earlier.

  "I won't let you go for now." Song Chuyi looked at the man writing hastily, and then glanced at all of them again: "Wait until you've testified against the person who instructed you, then I'll release you."

  Everyone shook their heads: "How can we be sure you'll keep your word when the time comes?"

  Song Chuyi suddenly threw a cup at them, and the clear shattering sound instantly made everyone shut up.

  "If you don't believe me, die now!" Song Chuyi had no patience for these people who almost killed her, and coldly said: "If you don't want to write, go die like that person just now!"

  Thank you for the gifts from Lyuli Weiyue's peach blossom fan, Miss 9, Zili and Youhui, as well as everyone else. Muah! (.)