Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1667: Lord Qiansui (19)
"Miss, it’s from the palace."
Jin Zhi placed the box in front of Chuzheng.
Without even looking, Chuzheng instructed her to put it away.
Jin Zhi didn’t ask any questions and put the box away before asking Chuzheng, "Zhu Dongfeng has been staying in the mansion lately, hasn’t come out."
"Seems like I gave him quite a beating." Chuzheng felt a bit smug, but there was still a hint of regret, as the trouble still lingered.
Jin Zhi: "..."
Always ready to make a run for it.
Outside, everything seemed calm, but nobody knew what undercurrents might be stirring.
A few days later.
Lord Zhu thought that Lord Zhou would quickly report the matter to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty would send someone to arrest her.
But nothing progressed.
Lord Zhou used the excuse that His Majesty hadn’t seen him recently, leaving Lord Zhu at a loss.
Chuzheng swaggered through the streets every day, spending money with reckless abandon, frustrating Lord Zhu to the point he felt like choking on his own anger.
Where did she, a criminal’s daughter, get so much money!
No matter what Lord Zhu was thinking, Chuzheng was oblivious at this point.
She was in a mood to shop till she dropped.
That Bastard was becoming more and more excessive, demanding purchases every day.
If she didn’t buy, the threats would double down relentlessly.
"Miss, look." Jin Zhi suddenly leaned over, signaling Chuzheng to look ahead.
Up ahead, Xu Jiaowei strutted with her posse, as grandly as a peacock showing off on the street.
When Xu Jiaowei appeared, the townspeople instinctively stepped aside.
Avoiding her as much as possible.
Looks-wise, Xu Jiaowei certainly had the appeal—a budding beauty with a good figure.
But her heart wasn’t kind.
Such a pity, such a pity.
With a clear target, Xu Jiaowei headed straight toward Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: "..."
A fight?
This fierce?
Isn’t it bad to fight when there are so many people around?
But Xu Jiaowei wasn’t there to fight; she stood in front of Chuzheng, her tone carrying some arrogance and confidence.
"Miss Ji, why don’t we find a place to catch up?"
Miss Ji.
Those three words declared she knew her identity; what she wanted to discuss was evident.
Xu Jiaowei watched Chuzheng’s expression, expecting to see surprise or shock, but there was none.
She showed no reaction to the title.
As if she wasn’t the one being addressed.
Chuzheng’s tone was cold, "I don’t think there’s anything for us to catch up on." We’re not close, not close at all.
Xu Jiaowei’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a sneer on her red lips, "The name Miss Ji is quite interesting."
"Thank you."
Chuzheng didn’t deny it.
Because there was nothing to deny; if you really investigate, there are always traces, plus her face wasn’t completely unrelated to the past.
Of course...
She didn’t really want to hide her identity.
After all, it could make Zhu Dongfeng even more fearful.
Xu Jiaowei was bewildered by Chuzheng’s ’thank you’. Thank her for what?
She hadn’t complimented her at all just now!
"You’re not afraid I’ll spread this?" Xu Jiaowei no longer bothered to hide her intentions, her small face turning dark: "Don’t you know your own identity?"
"Go ahead," Chuzheng said indifferently, her demeanor calm and cold. How could one not find a hint of defiance in her words?
See if anyone can do anything to me.
The joy of being invincible is something you can’t understand.
"The joy of being spendthrift is something you can’t understand," King’s Account chimed in cheekily.
Chuzheng: "..."
Just shut up already.
I have no interest in experiencing this at all.
"You..."
Xu Jiaowei hadn’t expected such indifferent care from Chuzheng, her pretty face turning flushed with anger, her beautiful eyes widening.
Suddenly, she retracted her anger, letting out a cold laugh: "You’re really not afraid I’ll say something?"
Chuzheng: "If I was afraid, I would’ve kept it hidden cautiously, instead of letting you guess and suspect." What is there to be afraid of? How can a girl be afraid!
Xu Jiaowei: "..."
It seems she makes sense.
Bah!
"Fine, then I’ll arrest you and take you to His Majesty, and we’ll see if you’re afraid," Xu Jiaowei suddenly said viciously, "Get her for me."
Xu Jiaowei came prepared, with skilled people in tow.
Chuzheng: "..."
They were the ones who wanted to start a fight first, wasn’t that me initiating?
Chuzheng was ready for action, itching to make a move.
[...] King’s Account felt sorry for those confronting her.
Of all the people to provoke, they chose her.
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The last time Chuzheng appeared, it was sudden, and there was the issue of the silver needles, so Chuzheng didn’t showcase much skill.
Xu Jiaowei thought that even if Chuzheng had some skills, she shouldn’t be that formidable.
But she didn’t expect Chuzheng to be this capable in a fight.
Seeing her people get knocked down one after another, Xu Jiaowei’s face darkened.
Xu Jiaowei’s fingers lowered, and as they turned, a slight silver glint appeared.
They were several slender silver needles.
Xu Jiaowei glared at Chuzheng, her gaze unfriendly. She suddenly lifted her hand, hurling the silver needles through the air with a flick.
The silver needles pierced through the air, directly targeting Chuzheng’s nape.
Chuzheng was occupied dealing with another attack, seemingly unaware of the danger.
There was a slight tremor in the air, and Xu Jiaowei could almost envision Chuzheng collapsing to the ground and begging for mercy.
Yet those silver needles didn’t even touch Chuzheng, as if they hit an invisible barrier, rebounding in the air.
The speed was even faster now, and Xu Jiaowei’s pupils captured the incoming needles, leaving her no time to dodge. One of the needles pierced into her arm.
Xu Jiaowei didn’t feel pain; the needle was so thin it went unnoticed when struck.
But soon, Xu Jiaowei felt her arm turning numb.
Then her whole body.
She collapsed to the ground, her mind clear, but her body unresponsive.
"Commandery Princess!"
Someone noticed Xu Jiaowei’s condition and quickly retreated.
"Commandery Princess, what’s going on?"
"Commandery Princess..."
Xu Jiaowei lay on the ground, convulsing, her eyes wide open.
She didn’t look the part of a beauty at all.
Chuzheng: "..."
Terrifying.
Good thing it didn’t stick in me.
Chuzheng discreetly picked up the needles that hadn’t hit Xu Jiaowei and stealthily stuck them in deeper.
And so, Xu Jiaowei convulsed even more violently.
She lay on the ground, continuously seizing, foaming at the mouth, her gaze filled with rage and venom as it fixated on Chuzheng, her face twisted into a beast-like snarl.
[Miss, can’t you be a little friendly?] The King’s Account sighed deeply.
Chuzheng: She started being unfriendly, why should I be friendly? Are you a saint?
The tools were hers, and she made the first move, I’m simply returning the favor, I’m innocent!
[But we’re merely a spendthrift system.] Is there anything a spendthrift can’t solve? Why insist on using force?!
If words suffice, no need to use force, a harmonious society depends on you.
Chuzheng, ice-cold: You should find yourself a new host.
[...]
The King’s Account fell silent, retreating into the background.
The others stopped fighting too, quickly assisting Xu Jiaowei and hastily fleeing with her.
"What’s going on there?"
"Could she have epilepsy?"
"I don’t think so..."
The onlookers finally dared to speak, as Xu Jiaowei’s earlier performance did resemble a seizure.
