If you force me to take the blame, I'll spend a day in jail and gain a year's worth of spi

The cold, heavy iron chain clicked shut on her wrist. The unfamiliar and humiliating touch sent a shiver down Qin Xuehua's spine, and also made Zhang Heng and the others completely lose their last shred of hope.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with absurdity and disbelief.

The high and mighty mistress of the Marquis's mansion, the future Marquis, was actually shackled in public and became a prisoner.

Qin Xuehua took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

In the face of dramatic changes, panic is of no use.

However, Zhang Wanning, standing to the side, was completely unable to accept this humiliation and fear that had fallen from the sky.

She was a pampered young lady from a noble family, and had never been treated like this before.

When the rough, cold shackles touched her delicate skin, she screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, twisting her body frantically, trying to shake off the guard's hands, screaming incoherently:

"Let me go, you lowly creatures."

My father was the Marquis of Yong'an, in charge of 100,000 border troops in the northern frontier.

My maternal grandfather is a Duke of the current dynasty. If you dare to lay a finger on me, my father and maternal grandfather will never let you get away with it.

This was her invincible talisman, her greatest source of confidence in dominating the capital.

In the past, whenever she mentioned these titles, whether the other party was a son of a powerful family or an official, they would all turn pale and back down. Even some members of the royal family would give her some face.

But this time, she was utterly disappointed.

Prince Qi, Xiao Jingyan, merely glanced at her coldly, his gaze as if he were looking at a noisy ant.

The two Xuanjia guards who held her down seemed not to hear her threat; their movements did not falter at all, but instead became even more forceful.

One man twisted her arm behind her back, while another man, showing no mercy, used his knee to press down on her lower back, forcing her to the ground.

The rough ground rubbed against her delicate cheeks, and the heavy wooden yoke clattered around her neck, suppressing all her unwilling screams into whimpers.

"Ah—! You guys... ugh!"

Zhang Wanning had never been treated so brutally before; the pain and extreme humiliation almost made her faint.

Seeing his sister being humiliated, Zhang Heng's blood boiled, and he struggled frantically, shouting, "Stop! Let go of my sister! You... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large, fan-like hand, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, slapped his already swollen face hard once more.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp, loud, and powerful.

It was none other than Prince Jing, Xiao Jingfeng.

After he finished hitting me, he shook his hand and cursed:

"What's all the noise about?"

"Keep making a sound, and believe me, I'll knock all your teeth out right now and send you to jail to drink porridge."

This slap completely stunned Zhang Heng and terrified him.

Half of his face swelled up visibly, and he dared not make a sound anymore, his body trembling uncontrollably with fear.

Just as the people from the Marquis's mansion were struggling and arguing, Jiang Luohan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, felt a sudden alarm bell ringing in her heart.

Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, and that the two princes were determined to establish their authority by taking over the Marquis's residence, she knew that there would be no benefit for her to stay here any longer.

She quietly moved her feet, taking advantage of everyone's attention being on Qin Xuehua and the others, and slowly retreated towards the side door.

"Miss Jiang, where are we headed?"

Two clear, yet distinctly mocking and cold female voices blocked her path, one from the left and one from the right.

Jiang Luohan's heart sank. She looked up and saw two beautiful young women dressed in gorgeous clothes, but with unfriendly eyes, blocking the doorway with a half-smile.

It was none other than Xiao Fenghua, daughter of Prince Jing, and Xiao Meier, daughter of Prince Qi!

They had quietly arrived nearby without anyone noticing, and were now looking at Jiang Luohan with the same eyes that would be eyeing prey.

Jiang Luohan recognized the two, and old and new grudges surged in her heart. In addition, she was eager to get away, so she scolded, "So it's you two little bitches. Get out of my way. A good dog doesn't block the way."

"presumptuous!"

Xiao Meier's eyes turned cold. Before she could speak, a female general accompanying her shouted sharply, "How dare you utter such foul language to a princess of the royal family! You deserve to die!"

Before she could finish speaking, the female general had already taken a step forward, giving Jiang Luohan no chance to explain. She raised her leg and delivered a vicious side kick, aiming straight for Jiang Luohan's lower abdomen!

This kick was powerful and merciless, clearly intended to teach her a profound lesson!

"puff!"

That female general possessed a ninth-rank cultivation level, while Jiang Luohan was only a seventh-rank. How could they possibly escape?

Jiang Luohan was immediately kicked and sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the center of the hall.

She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, curled up on the ground, and was too painful to speak.

Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier slowly walked forward, looking down at the disheveled Jiang Luohan.

"Princess...you...you are actually princesses?"

That's impossible!

Jiang Luohan clutched her aching lower abdomen, her face filled with shock and disbelief that were even greater than the physical pain.

"Are you blind? Standing in front of you are Princess Fenghua, the eldest daughter of Prince Jing, and Princess Mei, the eldest daughter of Prince Qi."

The female general shouted sternly, her face cold and sinister.

Jiang Luohan struggled to lift her head, looking at the two elegantly dressed and dignified women before her, and felt that her understanding of the world had completely collapsed at this moment.

She had always thought that the two women who shared Zhang Yu's husband were just prostitutes found somewhere.

But now, cruel reality has slapped her hard in the face.

Xiao Fenghua! Xiao Meier!

The legitimate daughter of Prince Jing! The legitimate daughter of Prince Qi!

Two genuine, highly respected royal princesses!

They actually... they actually all became Zhang Yu's women?

And yet... they serve each other regardless of their status?

This realization drove Jiang Luohan to the brink of madness.

An indescribable sense of absurdity and a chilling despair instantly overwhelmed her.

Zhang Yu... what exactly makes him so special?

What terrifying power or charm does he possess that could make two princesses of noble birth lower themselves to do such an astonishing thing?

Looking at the two princesses in front of him, he was completely outclassed by them in every way, whether in terms of appearance, temperament, or status.

Xiao Fenghua's radiant beauty and Xiao Meier's charming and lively nature, coupled with their innate royal air... her own pride in her looks and family background seemed so pale and laughable in comparison.

Ever since she realized Zhang Yu's hidden potential and energy, Jiang Luohan's rekindled ambition and desire for future glory have driven her to try every means to get back on Zhang Yu's good.

She thought that with her past relationship, beauty, and cunning, she still had a chance.

But now, looking at Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier, her pitiful confidence shattered like ice being hit by a boulder.

With these two princesses as shining examples, what does she have to compete with?

"No...it's impossible..."

Jiang Luohan muttered to herself absentmindedly, her eyes unfocused, as if her faith had collapsed.

Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier were too lazy to waste any more words on this distraught woman.

Their target was never Jiang Luohan, or rather, Jiang Luohan was just a minor character they dealt with casually.

"Take him away and keep him under guard."

Xiao Fenghua gave the order casually, as if she were dealing with an insignificant trinket.

Female guards immediately stepped forward and roughly lifted the distraught Jiang Luohan, taking her away along with the ashen-faced Qin Xuehua, the trembling Zhang Wanning, and the half-dead Zhang Heng.

Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier exchanged a glance. The coldness and contempt they had shown when facing Jiang Luohan faded away, replaced by a complex and vague expectation.

"Sister, what do you think Zhang Yu's reaction will be if we take this woman away as well?"

Xiao Meier asked in a low voice, her eyes gleaming with cunning and inquiry.

Xiao Fenghua's gaze was deep as she looked towards the prison: "Hard to say?"

She paused, her tone slightly tense: "Sending her and everyone from the Marquis's mansion there would serve two purposes: first, to get rid of these eyesores, and second... it could also be a test."

"A test?"

Xiao Meier blinked.

"Um."

Xiao Fenghua nodded. "Let's test whether Brother Zhang Yu still has feelings for this woman, whether he's soft-hearted. We're also testing him... whether he's satisfied with how we handled this matter."

Although they benefited greatly from Zhang Yu, the more this happened, the more they wanted to know how much they meant to Zhang Yu.

This rescue of Li Dagang and suppression of the Hou family were not only to carry out the ancestor's orders to curry favor with Zhang Yu, but also an opportunity for them to demonstrate their abilities and win favor.

How to deal with Jiang Luohan, who has had an emotional entanglement with Zhang Yu, is undoubtedly a delicate test.

Xiao Meier understood her sister's meaning, and a meaningful smile curved her lips: "Alright!"

They all wanted to see how Zhang Yu would deal with Jiang Luohan.