The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

"Knock knock knock".

Outside room number one, the two carved wooden doors were gently knocked on.

A fawning voice came from outside the door: "Esteemed guests, your pre-Qingming Longjing tea is ready and I've brought it in for you."

Su Zhen gave her a look, and Su Yaoyao understood immediately.

The little dumpling, with her delicate features and two pigtails, had a chubby face full of innocent and spoiled smiles.

"Come in!"

Su Yaoyao called out in a childish voice, deliberately shaking the three-pound pure gold necklace around her neck.

The door was pushed open, and a burly waiter carrying a mahogany tray walked in, his eyes gleaming with a thieving light.

"Sir, Miss, please enjoy your tea. This is top-quality tea that our proprietress specially requested."

The waiter courteously brought two steaming cups of tea to the table.

The tea had a pale green hue and a rich aroma, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Su Zhen snorted coldly, firmly suppressing the nouveau riche's arrogant attitude.

He casually picked up the teacup, didn't even glance at it, and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful.

"What lousy tea! There's not even a speck of oil in it, it's not even as good as the ginseng soup I use to rinse my mouth!"

Despite his cursing, Su Zhen's Adam's apple bobbed clearly as he swallowed the tea.

Su Yaoyao, standing next to her, picked up the cup with her chubby little hands and blew on it in a very professional manner.

"Daddy's right, this tea is so bitter, I don't like it, but I'm thirsty!"

After saying that, she gulped down several mouthfuls of water.

After finishing his drink, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a burp.

The waiter stared at the father and daughter's throats, making sure they swallowed all the spiked tea, and his heart finally settled down.

He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth widening to an almost ear-length grin.

"I hope you two guests are enjoying your drinks. I won't disturb your rest any longer. Please feel free to call me if you need anything."

The waiter bowed and scraped as he left, thoughtfully closing both doors tightly behind him.

The footsteps outside the door were deliberately made softer, gradually fading into the distance until they disappeared.

Inside the room, the arrogant father and daughter's expressions changed.

Su Zhen suddenly turned his head and spat at the blue-and-white porcelain spittoon in the corner.

He spat out several times, his face full of disgust.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What kind of lousy tea leaves are these? They're so bitter they're astringent. How dare they call this Pre-Rain Dragon Well tea?"

"Even the eunuchs tending the fires in the imperial kitchen wouldn't drink this kind of old, rotten tree leaf!"

While complaining, Su Zhen picked up the water on the table and rinsed his mouth frantically.

He is a top-tier master; he can neutralize mere poison with a single shift of his internal energy.

What's more, he also has a daughter who is a top-tier poison doctor who traveled from interstellar space.

Su Yaoyao sat on a tall armchair, her two short legs swinging back and forth in mid-air.

The moment her small body came into contact with the toxins, the detoxification mechanism in her personal space automatically purified her.

She didn't take the poison seriously at all, and instead looked down on the professional competence of the Great Yan Kingdom.

A deafening voice resounded precisely in the tyrant father's mind:

[That's it? That's it? This even deserves to be called a sleeping potion?]

[This powder is ground way too coarsely! There are still undissolved particles; it almost choked me!]

This purity is an insult to the word "poison"!

It's not even as good as the sleeping pills that expired three years ago that I keep in my personal storage space.

[A pill I casually make from scraps in my interstellar lab is a hundred times better than this stuff.]

[Is this all the black market shops in the Great Yan Kingdom can do? They've really disappointed me!]

Listening to the passionate and frantic rant, Su Zhen rubbed his temples in exasperation.

However, hearing his daughter belittle the other party to nothing, the tyrannical father felt a surge of pride.

That's right, she's my daughter. How could she be dealt with by ordinary poison?

"Honey, since this medicine is so rubbish, what should we do now?"

Su Zhen asked in a low voice.

"Just wait."

Su Yaoyao kicked off the chair with her short legs.

Little Dumpling skillfully pulled out a large bag of plain sunflower seeds from his personal storage space and generously poured them onto the table.

"Even double-crossing has its procedures. We have to wait for them to come in and rob us first before we can legitimately rob them back."

"Dad, come and have some sunflower seeds! These are giant sunflower seeds that I grew using interstellar nutrient solution, they smell amazing!"

Su Zhen's eyes lit up when he saw the pile of sunflower seeds on the table, which were bigger than his thumb.

The father and daughter moved two small round stools and sat facing each other at the table.

"Click, click."

In the quiet guest room, the crisp, rhythmic sound of people cracking sunflower seeds could be heard.

If the shady shopkeeper outside heard this, he'd probably question his very existence.

Who could be so well-fed and fat that they've been given the Ten Fragrances Softening Powder and can still sit up straight and happily eat sunflower seeds?

Time passed by, second by second.

The moon hangs high outside the window, and the night deepens.

The entire border town fell into a deathly silence; not even the barking of dogs could be heard.

Just then, Su Zhen paused slightly in his action of cracking sunflower seeds.

A cold, sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.

With his exceptional hearing, he clearly detected the subtle sounds coming from the backyard of the inn.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh."

It's the sound of rough metal being rubbed hard on a stone.

The sound of sharpening a knife.

In the stillness of midnight, the sound was particularly jarring, carrying a strong stench of blood.

Su Yaoyao also stopped what she was doing, and a smile of anticipation appeared on her eight-year-old face.

She patted the sunflower seed shells off her hands and cheered inwardly:

Wow, is it finally starting? My mouth is dry from all that eating. These bandits are so inefficient.

The sound of sharpening the knife lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a series of deliberately lowered footsteps echoed down the corridor.

There were more than a dozen people, tiptoeing, approaching Room No. 1 like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.

Soon, the corridor outside the door was filled with a dark mass of people.

Moonlight streamed through the white paper-covered wooden window, casting long, eerie shadows.

A few flashes of cold light streaked across the window paper; it was the cold moonlight reflected off the butcher's knife.

The father and daughter sat in the shadows, breathing normally.

Outside the door, the voice of the enthusiastic landlady from earlier in the day could be heard.

But at this moment, there was an undisguised arrogance and pride in that voice.

"Alright, stop dawdling."

The proprietress's voice pierced through the window paper.

"The time has come. I've administered double the dose of Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder."

"Even an elephant would collapse and foam at the mouth by now."

The proprietress was giving orders from outside the door with an extremely arrogant tone.

"These two fat idiots, so arrogant during the day, and they still dare to put on airs in front of me?"

"He'd probably be lying in bed like a limp rag, too weak to even lift a finger!"

"That golden carriage, and that chubby little girl's gold chain, I'll strip them all off!"

The men outside let out a series of lewd laughs.

"Don't worry, boss lady, we're very quick and efficient. We'll make sure they even strip them naked."

"The man slit his own throat and threw the knife into the well in the backyard."

"That little girl is fair-skinned and delicate. If she were sold to a brothel in the city, those high-ranking officials and nobles would love virgins like her; she'd definitely fetch a good price!"

The proprietress chuckled with satisfaction: "You're quick-witted. Let's get started, brothers, get ready to make a fortune!"

Inside the room, upon hearing the phrase "sold to brothels in the city," a murderous glint flashed in Su Zhen's eyes.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

Those who dared to lay a finger on his precious daughter must die a horrible death tonight.

However, the play still had to be played out completely.

The tyrant father reacted swiftly upon hearing the commotion outside preparing to break down the door.

He quickly threw the sunflower seed shells in his hand under the table.

He leaned back and fell flat on the hard wooden floor with a thud.

The once murderous tyrant of the Great Abyss has transformed into a frightened, fat sheep.

His muscles trembled rhythmically as he skillfully began his masterful trembling performance.

Su Yaoyao quickly followed her father's example, kicking her short legs and sliding off the chair, where she slumped softly next to him.

The little dumpling closed its eyes, pretending to be unconscious.

Just then.

"Squeak."

A thin blade peeked in through the crack in the door.

The blade flicked upwards, slowly prying open the wooden bolt that was firmly inserted into the door from the inside...