"...Just a few swift slashes, and dad flipped over a bunch of losers, scaring the piss out of them right there on the spot..."
The streets were quiet as Yang Ge gesticulated, vividly describing to Huang his heroic deeds from the previous night.
Huang looked up at him, wagging his tail ceaselessly, his round black eyes reflecting nothing but Yang Ge’s figure.
Father and son cheerfully made their way home, and as they entered Chaimen Street, they saw a group of servant-dressed men in brown clothes, making a ruckus around two slender-looking girls.
He looked closer and noticed the two girls trapped in the middle of the brown-clothed servants, looking helpless, were none other than the sisters from the Xie family next door.
"During the New Year festivities, why am I always running into such bad luck!"
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and after learning their family name was Xie, he knew they definitely weren’t as frail as they appeared. He thought about turning a blind eye, yet remembering how the younger sister was always holding him in high regard, calling him ’Yang Ge’ all the time, he felt a bit embarrassed...
"Such a nuisance."
He sighed and walked over, shouting from a distance, "Hey hey, what’s going on here? Broad daylight hooliganism, is there no law anymore?"
The group of brown-clothed servants, hearing someone meddling, instantly turned to look his way.
The crowd parted, and a short young man dressed in gaudy gold and red patterned clothes, who also draped himself with a showy mink cloak and held a small bronze furnace, sized up Yang Ge with a look of scorn and contempt.
At that moment, a brown-clothed servant whispered into the ear of the short young man while eyeing Yang Ge.
The short young man immediately sneered sarcastically, "So the gentleman dares to meddle in this young master’s business. Turns out it’s just a lowly runner."
Yang Ge replied with an indifferent smile, "Who I am is not important, what’s important is that you are breaking the law. If you don’t leave now, I’ll have to report you."
"The law?"
The short young man seemed to have heard a joke, laughing dismissively, "In Lu Ting, I am the law!"
Yang Ge:...
Can’t you spoiled brats come up with anything new?
He asked flatly, "Oh, may I ask which family’s young master you are?"
"Are you blind!"
A henchman with a face full of flesh stepped forward, pointing at Yang Ge and sternly scolded, "In Lu Ting, earning a living, and you don’t recognize our Meng Family’s young master?"
"The Meng Family?"
Yang Ge thought for a moment, not recalling any notable person from the Meng family in Lu Ting, he shook his head, "Pardon my ignorance, I really don’t recognize your young master... But if you don’t leave now, I really will go report you to the officials."
"You’ve got some nerve!"
The henchman, enraged, rolled up his sleeves, preparing to teach Yang Ge a harsh lesson.
"Woof woof woof..."
Huang had never seen such a sight and leaped forward, charging at the scoundrel to teach him a lesson.
Yang Ge grabbed Huang, seriously warning, "I advise you not to act violently. Molesting a chaste woman can lead to cutting off tongues at best, tattooing the face and exile at worst. Beating someone up can lead to a light punishment of forty beatings, or the severe one of chopping off the hands and parading through the streets... All of which are serious crimes."
The henchman merely sneered, not only did his steps not stop, but he advanced with an even more menacing air.
Seeing this, Yang Ge rubbed his head with a sigh.
"Hold on."
Just as the henchman got within three feet of Yang Ge and was about to take his onslaught to the underworld, the short young man suddenly spoke up.
The henchman immediately stepped back to the side.
The short young man, playing with the bronze furnace in his hand, walked over to Yang Ge with an entourage of brown-clothed servants. He squinted his eyes and examined Yang Ge coldly from head to toe: "You seem to know the statutes quite well!"
Yang Ge nodded with a smile, "Of course, I need to remember them to serve people like you."
"Not bad."
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The short young man sneered with a nod and then pointed at Yang Ge with a lifted finger, "I’ve never met anyone as clueless about their own death as you!"
"Ah."
Yang Ge slapped away the finger in front of him, "Well, now you have."
"Damn it!"
"Impudent!"
"Kill him..."
Before the short young man reacted, a group of brown-clothed servants had already exploded in fury, like a pack of cornered dogs.
"Very good, very good! That’s more like it!"
The short young man trembled with rage, but he seemed to have some reservations and did not let his henchmen rush forward despite his shaking. He squeezed the words through his teeth as he glared at Yang Ge, "If you still have a full corpse left after this, this young master is raised by a maidservant!"
Yang Ge, with his hands on his hips, replied languidly, "Well said. You might as well go find a maidservant mother right now, there’s still time."
The short young man turned purple with rage. Several times he wanted to signal his men to pounce and kill the brazen man before him, yet he held back each time.
In the end, he could only leave a message "You just wait for this young master," leading his pack of henchmen away with big strides.
Yang Ge poked his nostril nonchalantly and hummed a tune, "All that charade, and I thought you were going to do something... Boring!"
He lazily led Huang back home.
Meanwhile, the two sisters from the Xie family came forward. The younger sister with red ribbons in her hair and a small medicine box on her waist, smiled brightly and gave a respectful bow, "Thank you, Yang Ge."
Yang Ge shook his head. His gaze turned to the Xie family’s eldest daughter, who stood impassive. On her face, which originally was ivory white, something had been applied to make it waxen yellow. Together with a touch of grime, it made her look rather common at first glance.
While her complexion could be disguised, how could she disguise her aura and bearing?