Chapter 32 – My Live Streamer Cannot Be So Cruel (6)
Jiang Pengji stood up, casting a cold glance at the House Servant. “You usually bully others here in the Liu Residence just because your parents hold some influence, which allowed you to plead with those night patrollers to let you into the inner courtyard. But alas, you laid your eyes on a maidservant going about her business at night, knocked her out, and revealed your beastly nature!”
“Look at your sleeve—it still bears the marks of her struggles! What’s your excuse?”
The House Servant instinctively stepped back, gripping his wrist tightly.
At first, Jiang Pengji thought it was an attempted forced act; after all, in this ancient era, what House Servant would dare to act this boldly? That was a death wish! He could be executed on the spot. His previous involvement with the courtesans had also misled her into thinking he wouldn’t take such a risk.
However, when the Steward brought in the maidservant, she realized the situation was more serious than she had imagined.
The Steward and his wife hadn’t anticipated that their son would make such a colossal blunder. He was certainly going to be beaten to death with clubs.
Under the watchful eyes of his parents, the House Servant’s eyes turned bloodshot as he panicked, glancing at Jiang Pengji nearby while contemplating his imminent doom. A malicious thought welled up in his chest, “I’m going down with you—”
Jiang Pengji deftly sidestepped, and chaos erupted in the room. No one had expected him to lash out!
Missing Jiang Pengji, the burly House Servant, who had had some training, instantly targeted Lady Die.
She was just a frail woman who had recently fallen ill—she would be easy prey.
However, Jiang Pengji caught on to his intention immediately. With a swift flick of her sandalwood fan, she struck his face, and as he instinctively closed his eyes, she kicked at his leg pit, making him pitch forward.
Slap!
Jiang Pengji hit him with her closed fan, and who knew how much strength she used? The impact sent him crashing to the ground, leaving a wide, rapidly reddening impression from his temple down to his nose, blood streaming from one of his eyes.
“You just messed up my fan.”
She tossed the bloodied fan beside the House Servant, who was curled up on the ground, clutching his eye and howling in pain. The whole incident had unfolded in the blink of an eye.
Finally, Jiang Pengji ordered for the Steward and his wife to be restrained.
Not only did silence cloak the room, but the comment section was also blank—an unprecedented stillness.
“Steward, search their household. How much silver did they embezzle from the residence? Report the actual amount to the authorities. And remember, when you bring them over, feed them a bowl of dumb powder. As for him, heh… gather all the House Servants and let them witness what being beaten to death with sticks looks like!”
“Lady Die was startled just now—remember to invite a Young Doctor to prescribe some calming medicine.”
The atmosphere in the room was heavy and frightening. The Old Steward, accustomed to storms, accepted this with high tolerance. “My lord, we’ve already cleared the matter.”
Speaking of this, the Old Steward felt a bit ashamed; he never expected that right beneath his nose, someone could be so greedy. According to current law, that couple would be dragged to the authorities and face a death sentence.
However, their Young Master had truly matured—his ability to maintain order in the face of fury was impressive.
After all, they were elders from the Liu Residence; they were privy to many household secrets. They couldn’t just let them go without dampening their spirits.
Although Lady Die was genuinely startled by the turn of events, it didn’t take long for her attention to shift to the figure reflected on the screen. For a moment, she thought she recognized someone about to walk through the screen towards her.
Yet, Jiang Pengji’s voice snapped her back to reality, and her interest waned. She softly replied, instructing her maidservant to help her return to her room.
After the comment section fell silent, it suddenly erupted in an explosive manner, filled with disbelief and questions, but mostly scolding Jiang Pengji for being too ruthless, thinking she was downright vicious… They were increasingly leaning towards the belief that this live stream was indeed real.
【Do Whatever You Want】: I really believe the Host has crossed over for this live stream… But as a modern person, where’s your moral compass? So easily ruining someone’s eye, and thinking about battering someone to death in public? That’s too cruel, shocking the conscience!
Most comments echoed similar sentiments, essentially condemning Jiang Pengji’s cold-blooded nature.
She secretly curled her lips and had the System bold and enlarge her response right in the center.
【Host V】: Who told you I’m from the ancient era?
How could you expect me, a person who has licked blood at the edge of a knife and fought through interstellar battles for over thirty years, to adhere to the morals of a bygone era while having blood on my hands from countless lives lost?
I have my own principles; as long as you don’t step on my bottom line, we can get along just fine.
Stepped on it?
Then too bad for you.
【Host V】: Allow me to introduce myself; I’m Jiang Pengji, the commander of the Seventh Legion of the Interstellar Human Federation, a General rank, and perhaps I gained a title of Honorary Marshal after my death. By your timeline, I belong to a future era approximately ten to twenty thousand years ahead.
Saying this, she stepped in rhythm with her sandals, the sound echoing.
【Host V】: This is not the peaceful era you’re used to, nor is there any concept of human rights. The bloody scenes you witness today will only become more common in the future. We are beings from two different times, brought together by fate. If you’re curious, you are warmly welcomed; if you look down on me, well, goodbye!
System: “…”
Damn, not only is this the most difficult host I’ve encountered, but she’s also the most high-profile streamer any audience has ever seen.
The System nearly exploded in frustration. “Do you realize doing this will chase people away?!”
Jiang Pengji slyly raised an arc at the corner of her mouth, confidently stating, “No worries; the crowd will only keep increasing.”
The System was bewildered, and Jiang Pengji couldn’t be bothered to explain.
A host from tens of thousands of years in the future live-streaming in what looks like thousands of years in the past—and it was real; was that not enough of a hook?
The System quickly caught onto the trend, noticing that the number of viewers was slowly climbing towards two thousand and rapidly approaching the landmark of twenty-five hundred… But why was it that with so many audience members, she still hadn’t seen a single reward or treat?
“How old are you this year?”
Jiang Pengji took a flat wooden stick painted in red from a House Servant and approached the unfortunate maidservant. At this moment, the maidservant wished she could sink into the ground. If it weren’t for the Steward having someone keep watch over her, she would have surely found a chance to successfully end her own life by now.
“I’m thirteen this year.”
Although this maidservant was only thirteen, she had developed early, appearing more like a refined young lady of fifteen or sixteen.
Jiang Pengji handed the red-painted stick to her. In the maidservant’s fearful and confused gaze, she slightly crouched down to meet her eyes, gripping her chin with her other hand. “She’s already tied up and can’t move. Feel free to strike her—until you kill her. If you can’t kill her, I will let her go!”
The gathered House Servants had no idea what was happening, but upon hearing Jiang Pengji’s words, they collectively gasped.
Jiang Pengji paid no mind to their gazes, coldly asking the maidservant, “What’s it gonna be?”
The maidservant’s breath grew rapid, her eyes filled with resentment landing on the red-painted stick in Jiang Pengji’s hand, suddenly radiating a newfound determination as her breath quickened even more.
“Thank you, Young Master!”
