After failing the imperial examination, he began to wield immense power after entering the palace!

"Men, go and arrest him!"

Li Fan ignored Princess Jincheng's words and simply issued another order cleanly and efficiently.

The Eastern Depot agents looked at each other, their faces ashen, as if they had swallowed flies.

How could someone seize a prince consort in front of Princess Jincheng?

They've worked in the Eastern Depot for so many years, what storms haven't they weathered?

But I've never encountered anything like this before.

The person standing opposite them was no small fry, but His Majesty's own sister.

To mess with her man is like provoking a tyrant.

Several of the guards hesitated for a moment and exchanged glances.

But in the end, they gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

After all, I just received ten taels of silver from the Admiral yesterday. If I back down today, how will I survive in the Eastern Depot?

"Your Highness..."

The leader of the guards walked up to Princess Jincheng, bowed, and spoke humbly.

"We are just following orders, please don't make things difficult for us."

"Please let us... take the prince consort away."

His voice was trembling as he said this, and his palms were sweaty.

Princess Jincheng's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

She didn't speak, but stared intently at the foreigner, her phoenix eyes filled with such intense killing intent that they almost overflowed.

The guard felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and instinctively took a step back.

Just then!

"Princess! Help me!"

Sun Jizong struggled frantically toward Princess Jincheng.

His hands were tightly held by two guards, but words were gushing from his mouth like a machine gun:

"Your Highness! What kind of dog-eat-dog place is the Eastern Depot? Is it even fit for human beings?"

"I, Sun Jizong, am a noble and precious imperial son-in-law! I am His Majesty's brother-in-law!"

"Why did they arrest me? What right do they have to arrest me?"

"Their arrest of me is a slap in the face to His Highness! A slap in the face to His Majesty!"

"Your Highness! You can't abandon me!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his face streaked with tears and snot, completely losing his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor.

Princess Jincheng felt a pang of heartache, as if she had been stabbed, when she saw her man in such a disheveled state.

Her phoenix eyes blazed with fury, and her whole body trembled.

She turned around abruptly and roared at the servants huddled in the corner.

"You bunch of useless trash! Are you all dead?!"

"Stop them! If they dare to make another move, attack them!"

"If someone is killed, I will take responsibility!"

"If anyone lets these eunuchs take the prince consort away today, I will take the lives of your entire family!"

The servants trembled.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

On one hand, there was the princess's order; disobeying it meant certain death.

On one side are the agents of the Eastern Depot; offending them will not end well.

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well listen to the princess.

At least if someone dies in the princess's residence, their family can receive a sum of money as compensation.

"superior!"

The head servant gritted his teeth and drew the knife from his waist.

"Stop them! Anyone who dares to approach the prince consort will be killed!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

More than a dozen servants drew their swords in unison, their blades flashing coldly, and rushed in front of Sun Jizong, shielding him behind them.

They stood in a row, knives pointing outwards, their faces full of fierce expressions.

"Don't come up here! If you do, I'll chop you up!"

"This is the Princess's territory! What are you Eastern Depot people to us?"

"Get out of here if you know what's good for you! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

The expressions on the faces of those Eastern Depot agents immediately changed.

They subconsciously glanced back at Li Fan.

Li Fan stood at a distance with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, and he did not speak.

But his gaze was more effective than any command.

That look clearly said...

on!

Those who aren't going can go back and wait!

The guards felt a chill run down their spines.

They knew all too well how this admiral had treated those who disobeyed him yesterday.

He was publicly flogged, killed a hundred households with a single sword, and strangled an official appointed by the imperial court.

If we back down today, the consequences when we go back will probably be worse than death.

"Brothers, charge!"

The leader of the spies gritted his teeth and drew his embroidered spring knife.

"The Admiral said to arrest them, so we'll arrest them!"

"Even if the sky falls, the Admiral will hold it up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, forty or fifty of the guards drew their swords.

"Whoosh!"

The servants' faces turned pale instantly.

Forty or fifty embroidered spring knives against a dozen or so short knives held by servants.

In terms of numbers, the Eastern Depot agents outnumbered them three to one.

In terms of imposing presence, the Eastern Depot agents were an enforcement team bestowed by His Majesty, and the Embroidered Spring Blade represented the Emperor's authority.

"kill!"

The soldiers rushed forward.

Swords clashed, and shouts of battle echoed throughout the princess's residence.

Although the servants fought desperately, their martial arts skills and teamwork were far inferior to those of the well-trained agents of the Eastern Depot.

Less than ten breaths...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three or four servants were knocked to the ground by the guards with the backs of their knives, and they rolled around on the ground clutching their wounds.

Seeing that things were not going well, the remaining servants turned to run away, but the guards caught up with them from behind and subdued them in no time.

Soon, all of the dozen or so servants were lying on the ground, and not one of them could stand up.

Sun Jizong was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

He collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

"Your Highness... they really dared to make a move..."

Princess Jincheng never expected that these agents from the Eastern Depot would actually dare to beat people in her residence.

Did they eat the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard?

"Okay...okay...okay..."

She said "good" three times in a row, each time emphasizing it more than the last.

"You bunch of eunuchs, you dare to touch even my people! You're courting death!"

Then, she whirled around and shouted sharply towards the three-story attic in the backyard:

"Long San!! Come out here for me!!"

The Eastern Depot agents were stunned for a moment, not knowing who the princess was calling for.

next second.

"Whoosh!"

A dark shadow flew out of the window on the third floor of the attic.

No, it's not flying.

It's a jump.

He jumped directly down from the pavilion, which was more than three zhang high.

"boom!"

The moment the person landed, a crater the size of a washbasin was created in the blue bricks beneath their feet, sending pebbles flying and dust billowing everywhere.

A surge of powerful internal energy exploded from his body, like a gust of wind, causing the surrounding guards to retreat several steps.

The Embroidered Spring Blade hummed under the impact of that internal energy, and several of the guards' hands trembled as they gripped the blade.

Fourth rank!

This is the aura of a fourth-rank martial artist!

The faces of the foreigners all changed.

A fourth-rank martial artist can tear tigers and leopards apart, fight bears bare-handed, and scale walls as if walking on flat ground.

The most powerful of these foreign soldiers were only of the seventh or eighth rank.

For a fourth-rank martial artist to kill them is no different than crushing ants.

The man stood up straight and appeared before everyone.

He was about thirty years old, tall and burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

His right hand held a three-foot-long black iron broadsword, the blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light, clearly no ordinary weapon.

"Long San greets Your Highness."