Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

A few people walked in at the entrance of the mule and horse market.

Leading the way was a young nobleman dressed in a magnificent brocade robe.

He was holding a folding fan, his face was pale, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his steps were unsteady.

He looks like a spoiled brat whose body has been ruined by wine and women.

He was followed by four burly guards, each with their hands on their waist knives, walking with a wild and unruly gait.

Upon seeing this, the local people who were buying and selling livestock were so frightened that they scattered to both sides.

The broker, who had been impatiently chasing Cheng Ying away, suddenly brightened up when he saw this young master.

He quickly bowed and scraped as he went to greet him, his face crinkling into a wide smile.

"Oh, Young Master Wang!"

"What brings you to this mule and horse market today?"

The broker's voice had changed, now carrying a hint of obsequiousness.

The young man, referred to as Young Master Wang, didn't even glance at the man.

His eyes were fixed on Cheng Ying, who was standing in front of the stable.

Cheng Ying changed into women's clothing today.

Although she had walked all morning on mountain paths, her skirt was stained with mud, and her hair was a little disheveled, her beautiful and refined face made her look like a fairy descended from heaven among a group of rough men.

What's worse, Cheng Ying was in a state of extreme shame, anger, and weakness at that moment.

Last night, Yang Guo took full advantage of her in the dilapidated temple, and after walking all morning on mountain paths, she was already covered in sweat.

His light green clothes were soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

The clothes, once they clung to her body, completely revealed her stunning figure.

Her chest was high and prominent, but her waist was so slender that it could be grasped in one hand.

At this moment, her chest was heaving violently with anger and grievance, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

Her delicate and endearing appearance instantly captivated Young Master Wang.

Young Master Wang swallowed hard and quickly closed his folding fan.

He walked to within two steps of Cheng Ying and stopped.

"Young lady, have you taken a fancy to this white horse?"

Young Master Wang asked the question, his voice laced with undisguised frivolity.

Cheng Ying subconsciously took a step back, her face cold as she remained silent.

All she wanted to do now was leave this place of trouble immediately, get as far away from Yang Guo as possible, and also get as far away from this ill-intentioned young master as possible.

Young Master Wang wasn't angry that Cheng Ying ignored him.

He turned to look at the broker, took out a fifty-tael silver ingot from his sleeve, and casually threw it on the ground.

"I will buy this horse for this young lady."

"Take the money, keep the change."

Young Master Wang said magnanimously.

The broker quickly pounced on the ground, picked up the silver ingot, wiped it vigorously on his clothes, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Thank you so much for your generosity, Young Master Wang! You are truly generous!"

The broker bowed repeatedly, then turned to Cheng Ying and said, "Miss, you've met a distinguished person today!"

"This is Wang Zhaoxing, the only son of General Wang Jian, the garrison commander of Tongguan!"

"General Wang is a trusted and beloved general of Lord Lü Wenhuan, the Pacification Commissioner of Xiangyang!"

"Even Guo Jing, the great hero of Xiangyang City, would have to pay his respects to our General Wang with utmost courtesy."

"For Young Master Wang to take a liking to you is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes!"

The broker kept talking nonstop, revealing all of Wang Zhaoxing's secrets in just a few words.

When Cheng Ying heard Guo Jing's name, her heart skipped a beat.

She endured humiliation and hardship this time precisely so that she could go to Xiangyang to seek help from Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

If this Wang Zhaoxing is indeed the son of the Tongguan garrison commander, and is under the jurisdiction of Lü Wenhuan, and has a close relationship with Guo Jing, then she absolutely cannot offend him now.

Once you offend this local tyrant, forget about going to Xiangyang; even getting out of Tongguan today will be a problem.

Cheng Ying's hesitation was interpreted by Wang Zhaoxing as a tacit agreement of feigned reluctance.

Wang Zhaoxing took another step forward and smelled the faint fragrance emanating from Cheng Ying, mixed with a hint of a woman's sweat.

The taste made half of his bones feel weak.

"Miss, I've already paid for the horse for you."

"You're covered in sweat; you must be exhausted from traveling."

"Why don't you come back to the General's Mansion with me? There's a spacious bathtub and maids to serve you a hot bath."

"You should rest well for two days. After that, I'll send a carriage to take you wherever you want to go."

As Wang Zhaoxing spoke crudely, he reached out and tried to touch Cheng Ying's face.

Cheng Ying was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

But her legs were weak and she couldn't take a step.

Having been provoked by Yang Guo's lewd words, he swayed and his back slammed directly against the wooden railing of the stable.

There was no way to retreat.

"Don't touch me!"

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth and scolded.

Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, trying to draw it, but her fingers were too weak to move, and she couldn't even pull the sword out of its sheath an inch.

Looking at Cheng Ying's frail and helpless appearance, Wang Zhaoxing felt an unbearable itch in his heart.

He likes women with strong personalities the most; they're the kind of women he can really tame and train in bed.

"Wow, you've got quite a temper."

Wang Zhaoxing grinned lewdly, "In Tongguan, there's nothing I, Wang Zhaoxing, can't accomplish."

"Now that you've taken my horse, you're coming with me!"

At this moment, Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang stood not far away, watching this scene with cold eyes.

With his left arm around Lu Wushuang's slender waist, Yang Guo watched Wang Zhaoxing flirt with Cheng Ying, showing no intention of helping her at all, but instead watching with great interest.

Lu Wushuang's body went limp from Yang Guo's pinching, and she leaned against him.

She glanced at Wang Zhaoxing and curled her lip in disdain.

"Husband, that person is disgusting."

"Look at his eyes, they're practically glued to my cousin's body."

"Should we go over and send him away?"

Although Lu Wushuang had just argued with Cheng Ying, they were blood relatives after all, and she couldn't help but feel unhappy seeing outsiders bullying Cheng Ying like this.

Yang Guo lowered his head, his lips close to Lu Wushuang's ear, his warm breath caressing her snow-white neck.

Why bother getting rid of him?

"Isn't it a fantastic thing that someone is paying for our horses?"

Yang Guo lowered his voice, his tone full of mockery.

"But that guy surnamed Wang is trying to take advantage of my cousin!" Lu Wushuang said anxiously.

Yang Guo increased the pressure on his hand and pinched Lu Wushuang's soft waist.

"How can you blame them?"

"You should take a look at your cousin's figure. Her breasts are so big, and her clothes are soaked with sweat and sticking to her skin."

"Her waist was so slender, and she swayed back and forth; even a decent rogue would have his eye on her."

"With such a large piece of fat meat placed in front of him, it's no wonder that guy surnamed Wang can't resist."

Yang Guo's words were extremely vulgar, befitting a seasoned veteran.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang felt a surge of jealousy.

She turned around, wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck, pressed her voluptuous body tightly against him, and deliberately rubbed her chest against him.

"You're just after Sister Tu's body!"

"What's so great about her big breasts? Can she possibly be as comfortable as me serving her?"

Lu Wushuang complained in a coquettish voice.

Yang Guo smiled and patted Lu Wushuang on the back.

"Alright, stop being so jealous."

"Your cousin always acts like a proper lady from a wealthy family; she's very aloof."

"Today, we'll take advantage of this guy surnamed Wang to deflate her arrogance."

"She'll only know how treacherous the world is when she's truly desperate."

Yang Guo was extremely ruthless; he wanted to see Cheng Ying driven to the brink of despair and personally crush her pitiful self-esteem.

Cheng Ying leaned against the wooden railing, listening to the malicious laughter around her.

Wang Zhaoxing's four guards had already surrounded her, completely blocking her escape route.

Wang Zhaoxing took another step closer, now less than half a foot away from Cheng Ying.

He could even clearly smell the fragrance in Cheng Ying's breath.

"Girl, don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."

"Your poor relatives won't even lend you a few dozen taels of silver. What good can come of following them?"

"Come with me, and I guarantee you'll live the high life."

"If you wish to go to Xiangyang, I will send a troop of soldiers to escort you there!"

"Lord Lü Wenhuan is my father's superior, and even the great hero Guo Jing has to give my father some face."

"With me protecting you, you can walk around Xiangyang like a madman without anyone daring to stop you!"

Wang Zhaoxing once again invoked the names of Guo Jing and Lü Wenhuan, attempting to use his power to intimidate others.

Cheng Ying gripped the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She was utterly desperate.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Yang Guo not far away.

Yang Guo was holding Lu Wushuang in his arms, and the two were chatting and laughing, completely detached from the situation and watching the show.

Cheng Ying finally couldn't hold back her tears and they welled up in her eyes.

She knew that Yang Guo was doing it on purpose.

That scoundrel was just waiting for her to back down and for her to beg for help!