Martial God

Madame Zhao

"Little bastard, you dare yell at me!" Yan Zhi trembled with rage, completely losing control of her emotions. She even resorted to insulting words like "little bastard." It was true that many servants and maids in the mansion privately referred to Qin Chen as "little bastard," but no one dared say such things to his face. However, in her fury, Yan Zhi had thrown all caution to the wind. With a mocking sneer, she shouted, "You dare call yourself Young Master? Pah!"

Qin Yuechi's face instantly turned pale, and she glared at Yan Zhi angrily. "What did you call my son? Remember your place, you're just a maid!" Her voice trembled, not only with anger but also in defense of Qin Chen.

"Ha, so now you're trying to act all high and mighty?" Yan Zhi sneered arrogantly, as if she didn't care about Qin Yuechi at all. "Young Miss, the Madam has long anticipated you'd break your word. Someone, take the Young Miss to the hall; don't keep Madam and her distinguished guest waiting."

"Bang!" Before Yan Zhi could finish speaking, the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud crash. Two burly guards stepped into the room with heavy strides, their imposing figures casting a shadow. They quickly approached Qin Yuechi. "Young Miss, time to go," they said coldly, looking down at Qin Yuechi with subtle greed flickering in their eyes.

Despite Qin Yuechi’s difficult circumstances in the mansion, her beauty was beyond compare, and it was clear that many men in the family had their eyes on her. The guards couldn't help but be tempted, thinking they could take advantage of the situation without anyone noticing.

"I will see who dares touch my mother," Qin Chen said coldly, grabbing a sword off the wall without hesitation. With a sharp "clang," the sword was unsheathed, its cold gleam flashing. He stepped forward with a lithe grace, standing firmly in front of Qin Yuechi, his eyes cold and sharp, emitting an intimidating chill.

A strange, overwhelming pressure seemed to radiate from Qin Chen, spreading like a tidal wave. The two guards suddenly felt a coldness creeping up their spines, as though icy fingers had crawled up from their tails to the top of their heads, sending goosebumps all over their bodies. They looked at each other in shock, confused. What was happening? Qin Chen looked the same as before, but why did they feel such deep fear?

They instinctively glanced at Yan Zhi, seeking guidance.

"Useless fools! Are you really going to let a little bastard like Qin Chen scare you? Don’t forget, who is in charge here? If you don’t take the Young Miss to the hall, and Madam finds out, can you bear the consequences?" Yan Zhi snapped, anger boiling over. In her eyes, it was ridiculous that the guards were intimidated by a "little bastard."

The two guards felt ashamed and inwardly enraged. How could they let Qin Chen intimidate them? If word got out, they'd be the laughingstock of the Qin mansion. Determined to save face, one guard scoffed and said, "Young Master Chen, please know your place. We were ordered by Madam Zhao to bring the Young Miss to the hall. If you obstruct us, don’t blame us for being impolite."

However, Qin Chen remained immovable, like a stone, the sword unwavering before him. His eyes were as cold as iron, his tone firm. "Try touching my mother and see if you value your life."

The guards hesitated, their fear growing. They couldn't understand why Qin Chen's presence alone had such a chilling effect on them.

Qin Chen turned to Yan Zhi, his voice cutting and harsh. "You lowly servant dare act so arrogantly in front of my mother. Do you believe I won’t exile you three thousand miles and reduce you to a common p********e?"

Yan Zhi froze, a chill running down her spine. She realized that if things escalated, Madam Zhao might escape unscathed due to her position, but they, the servants, would be the scapegoats and face severe consequences.

"Who is threatening to exile whom?"