On our wedding night, my wife acted strangely.

It turns out that this young master's name is Liu Ji, and his family is in the military.

Although not belonging to the Lin family branch, they still had some backbone, and with their necks stiffened, they shouted, "Fatty Wang! Don't go too far! We are all descendants of officials appointed by the imperial court. We can be killed, but we cannot be humiliated! If you have the guts, kill us all today. You think you can make us fight each other? No way!"

The other playboys, upon hearing this, thought to themselves, "That's right."

The law does not punish the masses!

Even if you, Fatty Wang, are crazy, do you really think you can kill us all? Our fathers are all influential figures in the government!

As for Lin Yi... don't worry about him, he's nothing without Fatty Wang.

"Yes! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Go ahead and kill us if you dare!"

"We won't smoke, what can you do to us!"

The group started shouting again, as if they weren't the ones who had just knelt down and begged for mercy.

Lin Yi looked at this group of clueless fools and couldn't help but find it amusing.

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated?

Is it true that the law does not punish the masses?

That was addressed to scholars and ordinary people.

In my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

He immediately stopped wasting words and gave the fat man a wink.

The fat man couldn't wait any longer. He chuckled and swung his big hand at Liu Ji again.

"Snapped!"

This one was even louder than the last one.

Liu Ji's head tilted at an incredible angle, half of his face collapsed, and he fell straight to the ground.

It twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Another one has died!

"ah!?"

"this……"

"Brother Liu? Brother Liu..."

This time, the remaining spoiled brats completely collapsed.

That Fatty Wang is a madman!

They kill whoever they catch, without any scruples.

If I don't smoke now, I'm afraid I'll lose my life here!

"I'll smoke! I'll smoke! Your Highness, I was wrong!"

The youngest son of the Vice Minister of Revenue reacted the fastest. Facing Lin Yi, he knelt down with a thud and slapped himself across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed in the lobby.

Sometimes things are just that magical.

If we want to resist, let's all resist together; if we want to surrender, let's all surrender together.

Once there's a first one, there will be a second, then a third, a fourth, until all the spoiled brats are kneeling on the ground, slapping themselves in the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The guests around, whether high-ranking officials or wealthy merchants, were all terrified and fell silent.

The spoiled brats they used to be too afraid to offend are now kneeling here and slapping themselves in the face.

This is absolutely shocking.

Those who have military power are truly powerful!

The girls at Yanlai Tower were terrified, their faces pale, and they huddled behind the madam, trembling with fear, but their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Lin Yi.

Women are naturally drawn to strength.

Only the most powerful men are the most captivating to women.

"Slap, slap, slap..." The sound of slaps was incessant.

These spoiled brats dared not hold back, each slap delivered with full force, fearing that the fat man in front of them might strike again.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the building.

Immediately afterwards, an official in his fifties, dressed in official robes, rushed in, surrounded by a group of servants.

"My son! Where is my son!"

The visitor was none other than Qian Deguang, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

He had just left his office when he heard from his servants that his son had gotten into a conflict with the Regent at Yanlai Tower.

Others might not know, but how could he not know, given that he attends court every day? The Regent, in alliance with Wang Tienan, has already sealed off the capital. The entire royal family is like fish on a chopping board; to clash with him is to court death!

His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed over without even having time to eat.

As soon as they entered, they saw Da Chun and Liu Ji lying lifeless in a pool of blood, and Zhang Chuang foaming at the mouth and trembling all over.

Qian Deguang's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

Oh, the late emperor!

I knew something bad was going to happen!

These spoiled brats have all gone mad. Why did they have to mess with that bastard Lin Yi?

"Dad!" Qian Duoduo cried even harder when she saw her father, as if all the grievances from eight lifetimes had been unleashed. "Dad!! Save me! Waaaaah..."

"Son!" Qian Deguang trembled with heartache when he saw his son's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"Dad! You have to do justice for your son! Waaah..." Qian Duoduo cried, pointing at the corpses on the ground. "Da Chun and Liu Ji were both beaten to death by Fatty Wang! They even forced their son to slap himself! Dad, please save me!"

The appearance of Qian Deguang caused the group of spoiled brats who were slapping themselves to pause in their actions.

Our savior has arrived!

Qian Deguang was the second-in-command of the Ministry of Revenue and was deeply trusted by the emperor.

Since he personally intervened, Lin Yi should at least give him some face, right?

"My lord, please save me!"

"They bullied the many because they were outnumbered."

"The fat guy is bullying the skinny guy!"

"They're bullying us!"

Qian Deguang didn't even glance at that group of spoiled brats.

The reason is simple: these spoiled brats were arrogant and domineering, and committed all sorts of evil deeds. Their current suffering is retribution.

But Qian Duoduo is his own son!

How could he not feel heartbroken?

He helped his son up, turned to Lin Yi, and shouted sternly, "Lin Yi! As the regent, instead of serving the country, you openly condoned your subordinates' violence and indiscriminate killing of innocent people! I will go to the palace now to impeach you!"

He said this with a guilty conscience, but Qian Deguang had no choice.

For now, the only way to get some respect is to use the emperor's name. Hopefully, Lin Yi will spare them, father and son, out of consideration for Nangong Xiong.

But he was clearly overthinking it, or underthinking it.

Lin Yi was determined to become the regent, who was above the imperial power, and didn't care about being the emperor at all.

"Oh? You want to impeach me? Sure." Lin Yi shifted his position, crossing one leg, and said, "Qian Deguang, I ask you this: Your son not only insulted me, but also my late father and ancestors. According to the law, shouldn't he be executed?"

"This..." Qian Deguang's mind went blank.

You heartless, unfilial son, why are you cursing other people's father and grandfather?

crazy?

Don't even mention a little brat like you. Even His Majesty wouldn't dare to insult the old Regent in broad daylight. Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

Moreover, according to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, insulting a prince is a capital offense!

Even if Lin Yi really killed you, His Majesty wouldn't speak up for our family!

However, laws are laws.

If everything were done according to the law, all the纨绔子弟 (spoiled brats) in the capital would have died out long ago.

"Your Highness..." Qian Deguang knew that resisting desperately now was useless.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; it's best not to confront Lin Yi head-on.

"Your Highness, my son is young and ignorant, and spoke nonsense while drunk. Your Highness is magnanimous, why bother with a junior?" Qian Deguang planned to soften his stance first and defuse the crisis.

But to everyone's surprise, Lin Yi laughed. "Hehehe, junior? Qian Deguang, do you know what your son just said? He said a scholar can be killed but not humiliated! How come you, as his father, are actually apologizing for him?"

Qian Deguang wished he could kick this unfilial son to death.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated," you think you're some kind of scholar-official?

You're such a spendthrift!

"Your Highness..."