Chapter 10 – Ironclad Judgment (6)
Looking at the room full of noble girls who regarded her as their anchor, Jiang Pengji stopped her playful antics and took on a more serious demeanor, her tone resolute.
“Just be patient a little longer. As soon as the timing is right, we’ll be able to leave. Those bandits will soon be too busy fighting among themselves…”
Fidgeting with the hairpin that Shangguan Wan lent her, Jiang Pengji grew increasingly dissatisfied. This wasn’t a gold or silver hairpin but a bright, pure jade one. Even though she didn’t understand much, she knew it was worth a fortune.
Holding it in her hand, it felt warm and smooth, its design lively and cute, showing the thoughtfulness of the giver.
Though the jade hairpin was precious, compared to something like a gold pin, it wasn’t particularly practical; at least, it wasn’t sharp enough.
Shangguan Wan sat next to her, resting her chin on her hands, and asked, “Does Lan Ting Gege like this hairpin?”
“Not really.” Jiang Pengji glanced at the young girl and honestly replied, “It’s not sharp enough for killing.”
Shangguan Wan’s little face paled as her mind recalled the bloody image of the bandit leader chopping off someone’s head, evidently struggling to envision the elegant Liu Lanting as a ruthless person.
She muttered, “Then when Lan Ting Gege is chopping heads, please don’t let me see it.”
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but chuckle; with a glint in her eye, she teasingly said, “How could this hairpin chop anyone? At most, it could stab into someone’s throat…”
With that, she made a feint, startling Shangguan Wan into jumping up like a frightened rabbit, quickly retreating to hide behind Wei Jingxian.
Except for the two girls familiar with Liu Lanting, the other noble girls temporarily escaped the tiger’s mouth, each sitting further away, some discreetly fixing their tousled hair and clothes, none daring to engage in conversation.
They had little intersection with Liu Lanting, and some didn’t even know him well enough to approach.
“Here, take this. How could Wan’er’s hairpin possibly hurt someone…”
Wei Jingxian’s feelings towards Jiang Pengji were quite complex. However, after going through this ordeal, they shared a bond of life and death, an unspoken revolutionary camaraderie.
She handed over a palm-sized gorgeous dagger, adorned with gold, silver, and precious stones.
Jiang Pengji received it, quietly thanking her without asking how she carried a dagger on her person.
But that wasn’t the key point; the key was that she knew Wei Jingxian originally intended to use this dagger to end her own life.
How could a dignified noble girl from Hejian endure such humiliation?
Tsk, ancient women could be so dramatic, ready to seek death over their honor.
Jiang Pengji gazed at the delicate dagger, feeling a mix of unexplainable frustration. However, since it was reasonably sharp, her mood lifted a little. “Time’s about right. You and Wan’er should wait in the backroom. I’ll take care of those guys outside. It might get a bit bloody; I’m afraid you won’t handle it…”
The blade glimmered coldly, reflecting the candlelight, the air holding a faint sweetness… it was poisoned!
Wei Jingxian pressed her lips together, her voice softer, “You… be careful.”
Outside, the sky was dim, and she could vaguely guess how dangerous Jiang Pengji’s plans were.
At that moment, the bandits outside were exactly as Jiang Pengji anticipated, rampaging one by one.
Here’s the deal: the bandit leader finally had his chance for revenge for his lover, unburdening one of his heart’s concerns.
Yet, having avenged his grievances, he felt emptiness instead, needing time to sit in silence.
But his brothers around him were oblivious, making noise without end, louder than five hundred ducks squawking.
The second-in-command and the fourth-in-command were bickering like cackling hens, while the other brothers chimed in, all with one consensus—those beautiful ladies couldn’t be let go!
They were bandits, after all! What’s honor to them?
However, letting things slide led to the second-in-command violently killing two of his fellow brothers, whom he deemed emotionally off.
“You’re crazy, second!”
No one expected the initial argument to escalate this way.
“I’m not crazy! They ate my son— I want their lives back!”
Initially doubtful, he pressed for answers until the other side slipped, stammering about, which further fueled his suspicions.
As tensions flared, anger exploded, leading to murder.
The fourth-in-command stepped forward to stop him, only to be forcefully shoved aside. In his rage, he spat, “Fourth! Are you still defending them? It’s no wonder you’ve been wearing that many green hats from your wife! Those two have slept with her, capisce?”
At his words, a heavy silence fell, and no one dared to meet the fourth-in-command’s gaze.
The second-in-command scanned the group, his emotions unstable, pointing at several people.
“He, he, and him… these guys have all been with your wife! Aren’t you mad? You’re a man, aren’t you? Aren’t you furious? Those animals caused me to lose my heir! What’s wrong with slitting their throats? Oh, my poor son… dying so gruesomely…”
The ones singled out recoiled a step, their faces draining of color.
What reaction could be more telling?
They truly harbored ill intentions, and the fourth-in-command’s face turned an ominous shade.
Meanwhile, Jiang Pengji pressed a bandit’s mouth shut, flipping the dagger and making a swift cut.
Blood gushed forth, and the opponent didn’t even make a whimper before breathing his last.
In the dark, she was like a gust of wind nimbly weaving through the night, making no sound wherever she went.
Blending into the shadows, she utilized breathing techniques to greatly reduce her presence, her very breaths almost silent.
Thank goodness this body wasn’t in the habit of perfume; otherwise, the scent alone would have given her away.
In reality, the system thought Jiang Pengji was overthinking it.
These bandits were nothing more than brawny and reckless outlaws. If they had any real skills, they wouldn’t be living as bandits, running out to rob and steal just to make ends meet!
The system had no emotions; Jiang Pengji’s killings didn’t stir its core, it merely remarked that this host was deviating from the norm, her methods ruthless.
But! We mustn’t forget there was also an anonymous viewer watching the live stream!
The ordinary ancient romantic backdrop had flipped to a horror film—what the heck?
Watching Jiang Pengji coldly assassinate each bandit so swiftly, with professional finesse, was no joke!
With one swift slice to the throat, it’s a swift death; the victims had no time to react.
Most didn’t even realize someone was behind them before Jiang Pengji, with swift arms and legs, claimed their lives.
[Stowaway Non-Money] was trembling heavily, every hair standing on end, eyes glued to the live stream screen, feeling as if he were submerged in ice water, cold sweat trickling down his spine, as if someone was lurking behind, ready to take his head.
QAQ My goodness, how could such a restricted, super dissonant live stream content even be allowed to air?
He was about to call the police!
