Chapter 512: Chapter 512: Seems Like It Doesn’t Hurt Anymore

"Presumptuous!"

Xia Wenjin’s words startled everyone present, and Cui Huai’s face was even paler. Such rebellious words, this woman dared to say, it was simply courting death!

Huangfu Yuxuan was also infuriated. He was the legitimate imperial grandson, yet the girl’s disdain felt palpable, as if it stripped him bare.

Although he was truly the imperial grandson, under such gaze, he felt utterly embarrassed!

It was a strange feeling; her gaze was as clear as water, as clean as a lake, yet why did it give him such heavy pressure? Like there were hidden reefs at the bottom, or man-eating fish in the lake!

Xia Wenjin looked down on Huangfu Yuxuan and said, "So you’re smart now, finding accomplices? Do you think I’ll believe you just because you found two useless things? Dare to bully my people, let me beat you up first!"

As she spoke, the stick was right in front of her.

Cui Huai never thought this girl would dare to act on her words. No, she never intended to stop. The swinging wooden stick was already in front of him, so he immediately reached out to grip the handle, drawing his sword quickly.

Just as he was about to swing the sword, he heard the second young master’s voice from behind: "Don’t hurt her; she’s my fiancée!"

Cui Huai: "..."

The phrase "thunderous shock" wasn’t enough to describe his feelings right now.

What fiancée? When did the Second Young Master get a fiancée?

To become the Second Young Master’s fiancée, she must be at least from a prominent family of second rank or higher in the Capital City.

At the time, when Huangfu Yuxuan left the Capital City to go to Jinzhou, it was for a "Hao" character and a "Jin" character, calculated by Gongyang Puyu. This matter was extremely secretive, known only to Gongyang Puyu and Pu Yangji.

Regarding the arranged engagement, though Prince Liang later found out, only a few people knew.

Just when Cui Huai felt thunderstruck and burned crispy inside, the wooden stick was already swinging in front of him with a whistling sound.

The Second Young Master had said not to harm her, so Cui Huai didn’t dare use the knife against her.

He had to dodge to the side, but the stick that was supposed to hit his head changed direction and suddenly swung towards the ground.

With a thud, Cui Huai fell flat on his face.

And that’s not all, the moment his head hit the ground, the stick came down with a thundering sound right toward his face. Once, then again.

The sound of the wooden stick hitting his body was continuously dull and loud, even though Cui Huai had rough skin and thick flesh, he couldn’t withstand being constantly hit by a wooden stick as thick as an infant’s arm.

The girl wasn’t weak at all; the blows were painful. It wouldn’t cause internal injuries, but he looked like a pighead, if you know what I mean.

Cui Huai felt aggrieved and helpless.

He wasn’t some street thug; he was at least a skilled fighter. When had he ever been so stifled in a fight? Now he’s being beaten with a wooden stick by a girl, and he doesn’t know whether he should fight back. Hit too hard, and if the girl gets hurt, the Second Young Master won’t let him off; too lightly, and he can’t stop this tigress-like attack!

"Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp..."

Cui Huai instinctively hugged his head.

Hey, strange, it doesn’t hurt anymore?

Did she start off too aggressively, running out of steam?

Cui Huai opened a gap in his hands covering his head and peered outside.

As soon as he looked, he almost fainted.

No wonder it didn’t hurt; the stick was hitting the Second Young Master. Of course, it didn’t hurt him.

This girl was audacious enough to hit even the Second Young Master!

Hong Jie at this moment couldn’t care less about the pain in his legs, as the two of them rushed toward Huangfu Yuxuan.

Huangfu Yuxuan was also dumbfounded; Xia Wenjin showed no mercy, swinging the stick as if hitting a sandbag.

If she weren’t a girl with not much strength, she could have wrecked him.

Even though it didn’t cause severe internal injuries, it was quite painful, okay?

Xia Wenjin only hit him a few times before Cui Huai and Hong Jie stopped her.

She planted the stick into the ground and said disdainfully, "Even if you’re trying to fool me, at least find someone capable. Can’t even beat me, yet still claim to be imperial grandson guards? So shameless! Get out of the way, don’t delay my moving stuff."

Actually, Xia Wenjin wasn’t such a violent person. Last time she beat Huangfu Yuxuan, she didn’t expect she’d have another chance to beat him again, but she knew full well that there would only be one more chance.

The first time she could use the excuse that she didn’t know him, beating the swindling cheater; the second time the excuse was the same, not creative but useful.

After this incident, Huangfu Yuxuan would surely seek out her father, and once his identity is confirmed by her father’s word, she wouldn’t have that excuse to hit him again next time.

So now that she has caught him, she’d better hit him a few more times, or she couldn’t bear it!

Huangfu Yuxuan was furious; he was clearly a genuine imperial grandson, yet Xia Wenjin just wouldn’t believe it. She must be too worldly naive; was her limited vision stopping her from imagining an imperial grandson right beside her?

It seemed self-verification was impossible for him; he’d have to rely on Xia Wanqing to prove his identity.

But where was Xia Wanqing?

Aside from those burly moving men, there was no one else; Xia Wanqing was also absent.

Huangfu Yuxuan frowned and said, "Where’s Chief Xia...Summer Chief?"

Xia Wenjin sneered, "Can’t fool the young, so you’re trying to fool the old? Shameless! Are you leaving or not? If not, I’ll break your legs!"

Cui Huai and Hong Jie were so angry their faces turned blue; Second Young Master Huangfu Yuxuan was a person of the imperial family, a supremely noble imperial grandson. The girl before them was acting so rudely, cursing and hitting, incredibly insolent.

Yet, since the Second Young Master didn’t order her to be killed, they didn’t dare strike.

Especially the word ’fiancée,’ which Prince himself admitted. Meaning, this girl would be their future mistress, what could they do?

Huangfu Yuxuan’s brocade clothes were stained with dust and wood chips, seeing those burly men already carrying cabinets to the carriage outside. People were constantly carrying small items out too; this was clearly moving house.

A bad premonition surged in his heart, how could Xia Wanqing move away? He hurriedly said, "This house was gifted to Chief Xia by me, where’s Chief Xia? How can you move without my and Chief Xia’s consent?"

Xia Wenjin replied coldly, "You keep pretending! I don’t care whether what you say is true or false, but the house indeed isn’t my father’s, and it may not be yours either! My father said this house wasn’t earned on merit; he felt uneasy staying, so he asked me to help move the house. I haven’t touched anything originally from the house, only taking what my father added himself. Even if this house is yours, you can’t accuse me, okay?"