The First Lackey Under The Empress

Accompanying the young woman's voice, the wicked servants also stopped their movements, holding clubs and forming a semicircle in the courtyard.

Gazes fell upon Zhao's mother and daughter, their intentions malicious and roving.

"Where is Zhao Du'an? Tell him to come out," Zhang Changji's eyes lit up when he saw the two women, but he quickly pretended to be looking for someone.

You Jinhua composed herself, stepped forward, pulled her daughter behind her, forced a smile, slightly bowed, and said anxiously:

"My lord is not at home today. I wonder what brings you here? I can convey the message on his behalf."

At this time, women married and gave birth early. Although You Jinhua was a mother, her figure was at its peak, even more voluptuous and beautiful than her daughter.

At this moment, she was wearing a dark green silk dress, which further enhanced her fair complexion.

As she bowed, her beautiful head lowered slightly, her neck as white as a grub.

Tch, why is the Zhao family so good-looking… Zhang Changji's jealous heart twisted, and he lied:

"Zhao Du'an owes me a thousand taels of silver, and he has been delaying payment. Today, I've come to collect the debt. If he's not here, then I'll just have to ask the two ladies for it."

"Mother, he's lying…"

Zhao Pan widened her eyes, indignant.

Zhang Changshuo was really not even trying to act well; he was practically writing "I'm talking nonsense" on his face.

"Don't speak!" You Jinhua stopped her headstrong daughter. The beautiful woman looked troubled and said:

"Is that so? I wonder where the loan document is?"

Zhang Changshuo said lazily: "I didn't bring it."

You Jinhua said apologetically:

"All the money in the house is in my lord's hands. Please return first, and wait for my lord to come back later…"

Zhang Changshuo chuckled and said:

"Come back? Do you still think Zhao Du'an can come back alive today?"

You Jinhua's face changed!

Zhang Changji said smugly, sneering:

"Who in the entire capital doesn't know that Zhao Du'an has caused trouble? The entire court is impeaching him. This morning, he was arrested and taken to the palace for questioning?

It's already this late, and he's nowhere to be seen. I'm afraid he's already in prison. Maybe the government soldiers will come to confiscate the property later. What will happen to the money he owes me then?"

Zhao's mother and daughter's hearts sank!

Zhao Du'an had not returned to the mansion for the past three days.

At first, they were still rejoicing, because if Zhao Du'an came back, he would inevitably order them around, and their dignity would be completely destroyed.

But gradually, rumors spread.

The mother and daughter also learned that Zhao Du'an was being impeached, had lost the Empress's favor, and was about to become a prisoner. Their hearts were already extremely uneasy!

Zhao Pan, who was strong-willed and could not bear Zhao Du'an's insults, had her own ideas.

She constantly comforted her mother, saying that at worst, the two of them would sell their property, go to a small place, buy a small courtyard, and live on their own.

Even if it was miserable, it would be better than living under someone else's roof and being subjected to PUA every day.

But You Jinhua, who was used to the coldness of the world and knew the difficulty of survival, knew that her daughter was too young and her ideas were naive.

If Zhao Du'an was really finished, where could they escape the subsequent revenge?

Their fate would probably be a hundred times more painful than death.

But facing the court's struggle, what could You Jinhua, a weak woman, do?

She could only pretend to be calm, stabilize the emotions of the servants at home, and hope that the family could escape this disaster.

But she didn't expect that before the result of Zhao Du'an's punishment came, the enemies seeking debts had already smelled the scent and broke into their home.

"This young master," You Jinhua clutched her daughter's hand, her knuckles almost white, and tried to calm down:

"I don't know where you heard the rumors, I…"

"Young master, don't waste words with them," a wicked servant of the Zhang family said:

"These kinds of people are used to not shedding tears until they see the coffin."

As they spoke, the crowd holding clubs narrowed the encirclement.

The beautiful woman's face turned pale, she took a step back, and her voice almost changed:

"What do you want to do?!"

Zhang Changji sneered: "Go in and search!"

After saying that, he strode towards the mother and daughter.

"You dare!"

The beautiful young woman Zhao Pan suddenly stepped out, protecting her mother with her hand, a dagger slid out of her sleeve, she held it in her hand, and pointed it forward.

Her eyes stared fixedly at him:

"If you come over, I'll kill you!"

Zhang Changji's eyes were contemptuous. With his martial arts cultivation, how could he be afraid of this?

He flicked his finger, and a force struck out, the young woman's slender wrist shook, she groaned in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang."

"Pan'er!"

You Jinhua was horrified, but she hugged her daughter again, and the two women fell to the ground together, their eyes sad and desperate.

At this moment, Zhang Changji's ears twitched, hearing the rapid sound of hooves coming from outside the courtyard.

Accompanying it was the unique sound wave emitted by the martial artist's aura vibrating the air.

Zhang Changji's face changed slightly. Relying on his martial artist's premonition, he suddenly turned sideways to look back.

He saw a black shadow suddenly jump up outside the towering gate of the Zhao family.

Like an eagle soaring into the sky, blocking the sunlight.

Zhao Du'an's face was gloomy. In mid-air, he vigorously threw a string of copper coins. One copper plate after another broke the rope, creating a sharp whistle in the air, and covered Zhang Changji's head.

"Zhao Du'an!"

Zhang Changji was shocked and lost his color. Before he could think, his body subconsciously dodged. The copper coins "thudded" into the wooden pillar. The force was amazing, and it was already a means of killing.

It wasn't that Zhao Du'an deliberately used a deadly hand, but that he had just been promoted to the middle rank and had not yet adapted to the inflated power.

At this time, he shot out in anger, only feeling his dantian hot, his whole body's energy and blood almost boiling, and a domineering meaning arose spontaneously.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhao Du'an shouted angrily, his toes stepped on the roof, and pieces of blue tiles cracked. The fragments were like machine gun bullets, sweeping across the courtyard in a fan shape.

"Ah!"

"Young master… save me…"

A group of wicked servants holding clubs screamed one after another, blood spurting from their bodies, and they fell to the ground!

Zhao Du'an used his legs to borrow strength, swooping down like a big bird, and kicked away the wicked servant who had just proposed to attack.

First, he glanced at the concubine and stepsister on the ground, huddled together and shivering. Seeing that they were fine, his eyes immediately locked onto the culprit.

"Zhao Du'an! How could you come back?"

Zhang Changji's pupils shrank, his voice filled with disbelief.

Wasn't he supposed to be imprisoned?

Wasn't today his judgment day?

His elder brother had clearly said…

Zhao Du'an's expression was cold, like being covered in frost, squinting his eyes and saying:

"I can come back, are you surprised?"

Perhaps influenced by the original owner's remaining memories, new hatred and old grudges made him extremely disgusted with the person in front of him.

Zhang Changji's face was ugly, realizing that something must have changed.

But he still didn't think that Zhao Thief would be fine, after all, his brother had sworn yesterday.

Moreover, with the power and background of his family, he was not afraid.

At this moment, he calmed down and sneered:

"Consider yourself lucky, but I kindly came to visit, but you treated your guests like this, it's not right."

Zhao Du'an frowned, looked at a group of servants in the mansion who were scared silly, and pointed to a familiar one:

"What's going on?"

The old butler who was pointed at felt a sourness in his nose:

"My lord, you're finally back. This group of people broke in, claiming to collect debts, but they couldn't produce a promissory note. The madam and young lady tried to stop them, but they relied on their martial power to rob…"

He stammered and described the process.

After Zhao Du'an heard this, a nameless fire rose in his heart. He stared at Zhang Changji, his voice without emotion:

"Is this what you call a visit?"

The Beijing camp commandant, wearing a loose-fitting short coat with his chest slightly open, didn't care much:

"So what? What if it is? Zhao Du'an, with your little skill, dare to attack me? Go ahead and hit me, if you have the guts?"

As a middle-ranked mortal, and a true martial artist in the army, Zhang Changji's actual martial power was much higher than Zhao Du'an's.

Zhao Du'an, who had just been promoted to the middle rank and obtained part of the imperial family's "Martial God" inheritance, and suspected of obtaining a mysterious martial skill, had a strange expression and delivered a punch without warning:

"I've never heard such a strange request. I'm satisfying you."