Chapter 4: Beat Him Out of Here with Clubs!

"The fact that my Crown Prince is willing to come and apologize is already giving you face, yet you actually dare to speak of him like that!"

The man's chest heaved incessantly; clearly, he was far from calm.

"Whether he gives me face or whether I accept it is my problem. If you dare to look at your Great-Aunt with such contemptuous eyes again, believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyeballs out and feed them to the dogs!"

Xiao Qianyin raised her hand and said, "Someone, come! Beat him out for your Great-Aunt! Whoever puts in the most effort, this Young Mistress will give them a raise! Two taels of silver a month!"

The guards and servants waiting outside immediately acted as if they had been injected with chicken blood upon hearing this. Two taels of silver! Previously, the guards received one tael a month and the servants five hundred mace; the current monthly salary was a massive temptation to them!

Under her command, and under Beigong Du's cold observation, a blatant group brawl unfolded. The man was beaten until his face was bruised and swollen, and his elegant scholar's robes were torn to shreds. Where was his previous aura?

His hair stick fell to the ground, his hair bun became disheveled, and his nose and mouth were covered in blood. He knew swordsmanship, but for some reason, he couldn't use it all of a sudden, and could only be beaten wildly by them!

"Alright, enough beating! Give him to me, along with this box, and beat them both out with sticks! I want everyone to know that this is the end for anyone who offends me!"

The corners of Xiao Qianyin's mouth twitched as she spoke in a slow, measured tone. As soon as her voice fell, the man and the brocade box were thrown out of the Marquis's manor together. With a *thud*, the scene was so sudden that passersby not only turned to look but stood there completely dumbfounded.

The man struggled to crawl up from the ground with great difficulty, his hair bristling with rage. He roared, "Xiao Qianyin, you actually dare to treat me like this? The Crown Prince sending me here was already giving you plenty of face! I will surely make you know the consequences of humiliating me!"

Just as he finished speaking, a *splash* sounded, and a basin of water was poured directly over his head and face. He couldn't have looked more pathetic if he tried. Passersby all detoured around him because a foul, urinous stench was emanating from the man; clearly, this water was no ordinary water.

"Xiao Qianyin, what kind of thing did you use?!" he demanded in a frantic, exasperated voice.

"Oh... nothing much! Just a little bit of horse urine!" The young girl's clear voice flowed like a spring, yet carried a hint of mockery. "It's just right for washing your mouth, so you don't spend all day spewing such filth!"

"Go back and tell that master of yours who is nothing special—this Young Mistress doesn't care for his apology. Get as far away from me as possible. Stop playing the bystander now; just hearing you talk makes me want to beat you!"

The onlookers all gasped, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg. If they still didn't understand what was going on now, they would truly be fools.

With mere mentions of the Crown Prince, Xiao Qianyin, and an apology, it wasn't hard to link it to the commotion that had been stirring up the entire Imperial Capital a few days ago.

The useless young lady liked the Crown Prince of Southern Tang, but unfortunately, the flowers had intention while the flowing water was heartless. Everyone knew the Crown Prince of Southern Tang liked the number one beauty in the world, the eldest lady of the Nangong family, who extremely loathed Xiao Qianyin and mocked her publicly, causing her to suffer a sudden fit of rage and faint. Doctors had been coming and going from the Marquis's manor recently; anyone with eyes could understand why.

Who would have thought the "useless lady" was so formidable, directly beating out the Crown Prince's man? What kind of play was she performing?

"Get lost, quickly! Otherwise, don't blame this Young Mistress for being impolite!"

The man's face turned pale. He flicked his sleeves indignantly and left in a rage, though the stench on his body ensured no one dared approach within three feet. The smell was so pungent that everyone passing by had to cover their noses. He grew even more furious, vowing to avenge this insult!

"Yin'er, you today..." Beigong Du's expression was displeased, which caused Xiao Qianyin's heart to tighten involuntarily. Could it be that her maternal grandfather had discovered something? That he felt the contrast between her past and present was too great?

"Well done! As expected of my granddaughter, Beigong Du! This is exactly how one should deal with such people!"

He laughed loudly, clearly quite satisfied with her behavior today. She blinked; it turned out this man was also someone who feared nothing would happen in the world? She finally understood—the original Xiao Qianyin truly had a deep family heritage of mischief!