Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

The old servant stretched out his finger tremblingly, and pointed timidly at a woman in maid's clothes, and said in a trembling voice: "That... is her."

Before he finished speaking, the woman's face suddenly changed, her eyes widened with anger, and she said sternly: "What nonsense are you talking about! I am just an ordinary maid. When did I become the so-called concubine you mentioned? This is simply nonsense!"

Facing the woman's angry rebuke, Shi Weiran raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He snorted coldly and said in a cold tone:

"What a sharp-tongued maid! Humph, since when did a mere maid dare to call herself 'I' so brazenly in front of me?

Don't you know the difference between superiors and subordinates? Or are you spoiled by your Lord Yang so much that you are used to calling yourself that? "

Everyone's eyes were focused on this woman.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that although she is wearing the clothes of a maid, her gestures reveal a kind of coquettishness, and her makeup is also very delicate. Where is the roughness of a maid? Nor is there the humility of a maid.

She deliberately changed into this maid's uniform, obviously wanting to hide or avoid something.

The Jinyiwei following Shi Weiran were originally a little puzzled about why Lord Shi suddenly wanted to find a concubine, but now they were somewhat impressed.

"Tie her up!" Shi Weiran's face was stern, and his eyes flashed with majesty and determination.

Following this order, the imperial guards standing beside him immediately took action and rushed towards the woman who was dressed in a maid's attire but whose identity could not be concealed as a concubine.

That concubine obviously had not expected that the people from the Dali Temple would be so ruthless. She had originally tried to continue pretending, but now she realized that the matter was exposed.

Then there is no need to install it again.

She was not afraid of this, but instead looked like an enraged beast, revealing a ferocious face.

She was furious and yelled at Shi Weiran, "How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid of retribution? When our master finds out about this, he will tear you into pieces and dismember you, leaving you without a burial place!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to respond for a moment.

After all, they all knew that the "master" this concubine was talking about was the person in charge of the Imperial Household Department, and his power was so great that he could cover the sky with one hand.

But now, this concubine actually threatened to have the officials of the Dali Temple be torn into pieces by five horses. It is really unbelievable.

Who gave her such confidence? Was it just because she was the concubine of that powerful noble?

The Jinyiwei people pondered secretly, their hearts full of doubts and confusion.

You know, even if you are a senior official in charge of the Imperial Household Department, you may not have the power to sentence others to such a cruel punishment, not to mention that the person in front of you is just a little concubine.

If we really want to talk about guilt, killing a concubine was just a trivial matter. Why did the officials of the Dali Temple have to pay the price of being torn apart by five horses?

Shi Weiran narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled evilly: "It seems that your master has often been torn into pieces by five horses!"

The concubine raised her head proudly: "If you know what's best for you, let me go! Otherwise, our master will make you pay!"

Humph, their master's ability is beyond measure. These people are blind, how dare they go against the master!

Just wait, wait for the master to kill you all one by one without leaving a single armor left, and all of you get out of here!

"Shut your mouth." Shi Weiran lowered his head and wiped his fingers, saying lightly.

He doesn't talk to stupid people, it's a waste of time.

"Yes!" Along with this response, a Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu clothing and an embroidered spring sword on his waist appeared like a ghost.

He didn't know when a dirty, tattered piece of cloth appeared in his hand. He stuffed it into the woman's mouth without hesitation. His movements were clean and neat, as if he was used to it.

"You, lead the way for me!" Shi Weiran looked sharply at the man who had just pointed out the location of the concubine. His tone was cold and majestic, and he left no room for doubt.

The servant was so frightened that he trembled all over and his face turned pale as paper in an instant, but he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and nodded in agreement hurriedly.

He kept his head down the whole time, not daring to look directly at the warning looks from the masters in the mansion. He hurried forward with his head down, stumbling and panicking, fearing that any pause would bring him death.

Just like that, under the guidance of the servant, Shi Weiran and his party walked quickly towards the courtyard where the concubine lived.

As we walked along, what came into view was Lord Yang's mansion. It looked so plain and unpretentious, not at all like the residence of a person with extra income. If we had to describe it, it would not be an exaggeration to use the word "simple".

This mansion is not small, but there are not many luxurious things in it.

At first glance, all you can see are old houses and corridors that are obviously decades old, as well as a few sparsely spaced bare trees.

Apart from this, there is no other decoration.

The rows of slightly dilapidated old houses, like old men who have experienced many vicissitudes of life, stand there quietly, silently watching the passage of time.

Their mottled walls, faded doors and windows, and moss-covered roofs all tell of the ups and downs they have experienced.

These houses seem to be silent witnesses in the long river of history, witnessing the birth, aging, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of countless generations; it also seems that they have taken root in this land since the last owner or even more distant times, and have become an inseparable part of this place.

Every brick and stone, every beam and pillar carries the memories and stories of the past, making people sigh at the ruthlessness of time and the brevity of life.

As the Jinyiwei walked forward, they whispered to each other: "We may return empty-handed today! Why would they choose such a poor family? This Lord Shi has never personally experienced handling a case and has no idea what's going on."

They pondered secretly in their hearts and had a big question mark as to whether this action could yield any results.

After all, it was hard to believe what we saw here was any wealth worth confiscating.

Perhaps, this time it is really as everyone says, this Lord Shi is just a handyman in the Dali Temple, who knows nothing, but he wants to put on a brave face and take on the Queen's job.

In the end it was just a waste of effort.

Some of the Jinyiwei were murmuring, while others were observing with caution.

Since the Queen ordered them to follow, they had to observe carefully. In addition to Lord Shi Weiran, they also had to look carefully at Lord Yang's mansion.

Never miss a clue.