Being impeached by the censors isn't fatal, at worst it just makes her reputation worse. But Feng Qingchen's name is already in the mud—would she still fear a censure? What a joke.
Maybe being censured is actually a good thing. If the scandal gets big enough, it might even expose Princess Yaohua and Prince Chunyu's affair.
Everyone has their own little schemes, but making such a thing public is impossible—it would disgrace both Eastlyn and Westlyn. Northlyn and Southlyn would love to see it, though. If even a hint leaks out, Feng Qingchen is sure Su Wan and Northlyn's Feng Qian would be eager to blow it up...
The guards, following Feng Qingchen's command, stopped hesitating and drew their blades: "Make way! Anyone who blocks us dies."
Cold steel flashed, startling the crowd of onlookers—they all jumped back in fright.
Since ancient times, commoners never challenge officials. Feng Qingchen may hold no official post, but she's still the eldest miss of the Marquis's estate. How could these ordinary people dare offend her?
Ordinary folk love a spectacle, but they fear death even more. The moment the guards drew their swords, half the crowd scattered. The rest quickly backed away, leaving a clear path—except...
But the troublemaking beggars refused to budge, banging their broken bowls even louder: "Murder! Murder! The Feng family's miss has flown into a rage and is killing people in the street! The noble lady is abusing her power and treating lives like grass!"
Some guards had hesitated to strike ordinary folk, but seeing the beggars' shameless antics, their last bit of mercy vanished. Gripping their blades, they strode forward—any beggar blocking the way was cut down without hesitation...
"Splurt!" Blood sprayed across the ground. The victim managed a single wail before collapsing, and the rest of the beggars, still stunned, were kicked aside by the guards.