Martial Master

Qin Yuechi's face changed, and she hurriedly said, "Madam Zhao, Chen'er is still young and acted on impulse, speaking without restraint. Please do not take it to heart."

Madam Zhao coldly replied, "Young? If I remember correctly, Qin Chen is almost sixteen this year. I heard that he still hasn't awakened his bloodline at the Tianxing Academy's awakening ceremony. As a member of the Qin family, he doesn't know how to study diligently to bring honor to the Qin family. Instead, he engages in fights at the academy, tarnishing the reputation of our Dingwu Wangfu, and spouts nonsense here, insulting the servants, violating the Qin family rules. What is his punishment?"

Qin Yuechi staggered, her face turning pale. Madam Zhao was determined to punish Chen'er!

"The one who deserves punishment should be you, right?" Qin Chen's gaze turned cold as he looked up at Zhao Feng. Facing Madam Zhao, who held significant power in the Qin family, he remained unafraid and said coldly, "As the mistress of the Qin family, you indulge the servants and insult the family's disciples. Is this your so-called Qin family rule?"

"You..." Madam Zhao was taken aback by Qin Chen's retort and couldn't help but fly into a rage.

But before she could speak, Qin Chen continued angrily, "As a lady, you associate with Zhao Qirui, who is infamous and morally corrupt in the capital. Is this your virtue as a woman?"

Zhao Qirui, who had been watching the scene with lecherous eyes on Qin Yuechi, suddenly froze, his face turning red.

"This little brat, how dare he insult me," Zhao Qirui cursed in his heart.

"You..." Madam Zhao pointed at Qin Chen, so angry that her hairpin trembled, and she shouted, "Zhao Qirui is my royal brother."

Madam Zhao's ancestry had ties with the royal family, and she once held the title of prince, so referring to Zhao Qirui as a royal brother wasn't an overstep.

"Fine, you claim to be siblings, but meeting privately is an act of incest, even more disgraceful. As a lady bestowed with a title by the court, you should be a role model for women, acting gracefully. If this matter spreads, how can the Qin family maintain its standing in the Great Qi Kingdom?"

Qin Chen roared repeatedly, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"You... you little brat, speaking such nonsense, seize him for me." Madam Zhao could no longer hold back and roared at the two guards.

She was trembling with anger. If Qin Chen's words spread outside the Qin mansion, how could she, as the mistress of the Qin family, continue to stay in the capital?

The two guards, hearing Madam Zhao's order, roared in anger and lunged at Qin Chen, trying to restrain him from both sides.

Qin Yuechi cried out in alarm, throwing herself in front of Qin Chen fearlessly, and shouted, "Who dares to touch my Chen'er?"

One guard's gaze turned cold, and he said, "Miss, forgive me."

With that, he pushed his large hand, intending to push Qin Yuechi aside.

However—

Before his hand could touch Qin Yuechi's shoulder, a sharp cold light flashed. The crowd only saw a blur as the room's air turned cold.

Then, with a squelching sound, blood splattered as the guard let out a miserable scream. Half of his arm had been sliced off by Qin Chen with a sword, blood spurting everywhere.

In excruciating pain, the guard staggered back, but Qin Chen's sword pursued like a shooting star, unerringly piercing the guard's heart. The guard could do nothing to avoid it, watching in horror as the blood-stained sword tip entered his chest, his eyes filled with endless fear.

Draw the sword, sheathe the sword.

All in one fluid motion!

Splat!

A gush of hot blood sprayed from the guard's chest, shooting two meters high.

The guard desperately tried to cover the wound with his hands, but the blood spurted like a fountain, impossible to contain. Finally, his eyes filled with terror, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"I said, anyone who dares to touch my mother, I will take their life!"

Qin Chen enunciated each word.

He held the sword, resembling a god of death, not sparing a glance at the fallen guard, his voice as cold as a demon from the abyss of hell.