Martial Master

"Little bastard, how dare you shout at me!"

Yan Zhi's face quickly flushed with anger, trembling with rage, and even called him a 'little bastard'.

In the royal mansion, many servants and maids privately referred to Qin Chen as a little bastard, but when facing him, almost no one dared to call him that to his face.

After all, Qin Yuechi was also the daughter of King Dingwu, the eldest daughter of the Qin family.

But in her anger, Yan Zhi didn't care at all, pointing at Qin Chen with a mocking face, "Calling you Young Master Chen, you really think you're a young master now, huh!"

Qin Yuechi's complexion turned pale, a shade of iron blue, angrily glaring at Yan Zhi, "Yan Zhi, what did you call Chen'er? Remember your status, you are just a maid!"

"Oh, the young miss dares to put on airs with me now?" Yan Zhi coldly looked at Qin Yuechi, fearlessly mocking, "Young miss, don't be so quick to jump out, madam anticipated you breaking your word and left a backup plan. Someone take the young miss to the parlor, don’t keep madam and the honored guest waiting."

"Bam."

As soon as Yan Zhi finished speaking, the door was kicked open by someone, and two robust Qin family guards walked in, quickly arriving in front of Qin Yuechi.

"Young miss, please come with us."

The two guards eyed Qin Yuechi coldly, a glint of greed flashing in their eyes, and they reached out to grab her.

Qin Yuechi, naturally beautiful and devastatingly enchanting, had grown even more fresh and refined despite the difficult years. Which man in the Qin family didn't lust after the young miss?

Under such circumstances, taking a small advantage seemed like nobody would notice, right?

"Let's see who dares to touch my mother!"

Qin Chen quickly took a sword off the wall.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed.

He stepped forward, standing in front of Qin Yuechi, the sword held diagonally, his eyes shooting out two chilling gleams, like blades falling upon the two guards.

An inexplicable aura burst forth from Qin Chen.

The two guards felt a chill all over, as if stared down by death, a coldness shooting from their spine to their skull, raising a layer of goosebumps all over, even making it hard to breathe, halting their movements.

What's going on?

The two guards exchanged a look, both finding it unbelievable. Qin Chen's appearance and aura hadn't changed, yet they were inexplicably filled with dread.

It felt as if defying him would lead to a nightmare.

They couldn't help but look towards Yan Zhi.

"You two wastes, scared by a mere Qin Chen? Don't forget who runs this household. Aren’t you going to take the young miss to the parlor? Can you bear madam’s wrath?"

Yan Zhi was infuriated, wondering how these two got scared by Qin Chen, this little bastard.

The two guards felt their faces burning with shame. That they were scared by Qin Chen, who, although a young master, ranked lower than even a regular steward, and who was timid, not even daring to kill a chicken. If this got out, how would they continue in the Qin mansion?

Thinking this, one guard snorted coldly, stepping forward with a chilly voice, "Young Master Chen, please mind your manners. We follow Lady Zhao's orders to escort the young miss to the parlor. If you dare to obstruct us, don't blame us for being impolite."

To their surprise, Qin Chen remained unmoved, sword held steadfast, eyes icy, speaking word for word, "If you’re not afraid of death, go ahead and touch my mother!"

His voice sounded like it came from the depths of the underworld, halting the guards' steps once again.

Qin Chen then looked at Yan Zhi, sternly saying, "And you, dog relying on power, arrogant and domineering, dare to act wildly in front of my mother. Believe it or not, I’ll have you exiled three thousand miles, becoming a government prostitute, never to rise again."

Yan Zhi's face stiffened.

If this escalated, Lady Zhao might be fine, but they, as mere servants and guards, would have an unspeakable end.

"Oh, who is going to exile whom?"

A grating voice suddenly sounded, followed by a series of footsteps from outside the door.