"Sister … Sister … Come on … I'm not afraid!"
Liu Zhao trembled as he passed the sword in his hand to Jiang Pengji.
Although he spoke bravely, one could tell how scared he was by looking at his trembling legs and listening to his trembling and broken words.
Jiang Pengji looked down at his trembling fingers and took the sword.
Liu Zhao looked like he was ready to die a martyr's death. He was just short of carving two words on his face: Come on!
Jiang Pengji lifted the sword. The tip of the sword wandered from Liu Zhao's sleeve to his heart. It paused for a moment, then it moved to his neck and slid down his cheek.
Feeling the cold blade against his cheek, Liu Zhao swallowed nervously.
After a long while, he did not feel the pain that he had expected.
He did not know when, but he felt his scalp loosen. His neatly tied long hair was no longer bound and flowed down like a waterfall.
Liu Zhao opened his eyes in shock. He raised his hands and grabbed his hair that was draped over his shoulders. He suddenly said, "Sister?"
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Look at how afraid you are of pain. I won't bully you anymore. Keep your sword."
As she finished speaking, she twirled the sword in her hand and accurately threw it back into the scabbard at Liu Zhao's waist. He was so scared that his whole body froze.
If she had thrown it crooked just now, one of your brother's kidneys might have been gone. She was really his sister!
Liu Zhao hurriedly climbed up from the ground and saw that Jiang Pengji's luxurious clothes were soaked with blood. Blood was still flowing out.
He felt pain just by looking at it. He really did not know what kind of mentality she had. Why was she so cruel to herself?
The three wounds were long and deep, and blood flowed out like it was free. At this rate, wouldn't he die of blood loss?
"Sister, let's find a doctor to stop the bleeding first." Liu Zhao casually asked with concern.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and tore off a few pieces of his sleeve. She used one hand to bandage the wound neatly.
"There's no need. You go see Father first. I still have to deal with matters outside."
Liu Zhao looked at his sleeve. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
For a noble's son who loved extravagance, clothes were the most precious thing to him.
Liu Zhao's luxurious clothes were newly made a few days ago. He liked them very much when they were fresh out of the oven.
It wasn't easy for him to wear it, and he hadn't even had enough of it when his clothes were ruined by his elder sister. How could he not be distressed?
However, now was not the time to feel sorry for his clothes.
Upon hearing Jiang Pengji's words, he quickly tore two strips of cloth from his sleeves and walked to Liu She's side to help him wrap up his wounds.
Compared to Jiang Pengji's cleanliness, Liu Zhao was clumsy. Not only did he not stop the bleeding, but he also worsened Liu She's wound. Knowing that he had messed up, Liu Zhao anxiously knelt beside Liu She and watched him tend to his wounds.
"Follow your elder sister and learn well. If you have thirty percent of her ability, I won't have to worry about your future."
Because he had lost a lot of blood, Liu She's cheeks looked very pale, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Liu Zhao listened obediently, not daring to disobey Liu She.
"I have learned from you. I will definitely learn from you humbly."
Although the two were father and son, Liu Zhao had only seen each other a few times over the years. They were either separated by courtyard walls, fake mountains, or windows, or separated by a sea of people. He could only catch a glimpse from afar each time. They had too little contact, so their relationship was naturally distant.
Because Liu She was unreachable, Liu Zhao had a natural fear of him.
He could still act pitiful in front of Jiang Pengji, but if he dared to act pitiful in front of Liu She, he would be skinned alive.
Jiang Pengji walked out of the hall and came face to face with Qiguan Rang and Feng Zhen.
However, the joy on their faces did not last long. When they saw that half of Jiang Pengji's clothes were soaked in blood, their expressions changed.
If Jiang Pengji had appeared in front of them in such an appearance, they would not have suspected that the blood was hers.
But now, they were sure that the owner of the blood was their lord.
"Lord, why did you hurt yourself like this?"
Feng Zhen strode forward, the relaxed expression on his face replaced by seriousness.
He could not help but think of Wei Ci, who was far away in Shangjing. If that person saw it, he might have some reaction.
Jiang Pengji said nonchalantly, "It's just a few cuts. I didn't lose an arm or a leg. Why are you so worried?"
Feng Zhen choked, feeling that all his concern had been fed to a dog.
How did he meet a lord who loved to court death?
Feng Zhen said, "A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall. My lord, you should not put yourself in danger."
Qiguan Rang sensed something else, and his gaze revealed some worry.
Jiang Pengji walked out of the manor and said, "It's just three cuts. It's better than losing your life in the future."
Qiguan Rang turned his head to look at the hall. People kept coming out with stretchers, thick drops of blood dripping from them.
"Lord, you …"
Qiguan Rang inhaled a breath of cold air. His lord had killed all the leaders of the aristocratic families in Chongzhou.
According to their initial plan, it should have been mainly to intimidate them. They did not expect their lord to be so ruthless.
Jiang Pengji said, "So be it. They are useless stumbling blocks. It's too easy for them to just kick them away. They should be ruthlessly crushed!"
Kicking the stumbling block to the side was too light a punishment for the stumbling block.
Perhaps one day, these stumbling blocks would appear on her path again.
In Jiang Pengji's opinion, rather than wasting time moving them away, it was better to crush them into powder from the start.
At this moment, Jiang Pengji's hidden murderous nature was completely revealed. Unlike the intense murderous intent on the battlefield, she was now a decisive leader. She did not need to personally participate in the battle. Every step she took made people feel the strong and determined will in her heart.
Those who stood in her way would be killed without mercy!
Qiguan Rang and Feng Zhen, who were following behind Jiang Pengji, looked at each other. They both saw something in each other's eyes. They could only blame their lord for being too confusing. Not only could she get along well with her subordinates, but she could even celebrate with the people. She did not put on any airs at all.
At this moment, Liyun had already cleaned up the troops brought by the aristocratic families. He came over to report to Jiang Pengji.
Liyun happened to hear their conversation. Worry surfaced in his heart. He said, "The people my lord killed were the heads of the various aristocratic families in Chongzhou. If there is no reasonable explanation, I'm afraid they will not let it go. If they go around slandering my lord and killing indiscriminately … "
Feng Zhen, who was at the side, listened and smiled without saying a word.
Why did Jiang Pengji harm herself?
Wasn't it to have a legitimate reason to kill those people?
Since they dared to urge their lord to go head-to-head with the aristocratic families in Chongzhou and catch them off guard, they naturally had a comprehensive plan.
Qiguan Rang was more familiar with the affairs of Chongzhou. He laughed contemptuously and said, "You don't have to worry about this. We have already surrounded all the mansions. What we need to do now is to strike first and make them speechless. As long as we can prove that they are colluding with the nobles of the northern borderline, not to mention killing one or two people, even if we kill their entire clan, the scholars in the world will not dare to criticize my lord. "
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