The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Hmph, not bad at all," the man’s eyes under the mask showed a hint of appreciation, "Pity that you still lack the ability to take me down."

"Then let’s try."

During their conversation, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves. The man couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of moves were these? They seemed entirely different from those he commonly saw.

Yet every move was lethal, apparently even more murderous than those of his own men.

And it seemed in no way inferior to his own martial arts. This could be problematic; with this thought, a surge of heat rose in his heart, and a sweet, metallic taste spread in his throat, which he struggled to suppress.

The timing wasn’t right, better to leave first.

His speed was very fast, but Yang Chuxia’s speed was not slow either.

The only pity was that he could leap freely on the rooftops, while Yang Chuxia could not do so, which was the difference between internal and external martial arts.

Yang Chuxia gave chase relentlessly, not noticing at all where she was ending up.

Seeing her persist in pursuit, the person on the rooftop tossed down a packet of powder. By the time she dodged it, the figure had disappeared.

Yang Chuxia looked around at her surroundings, somewhat confused. Naturally, she had never been to this place before,

Just as she was contemplating which way to go, a brick in front of her moved, and a person emerged. Yang Chuxia took a good look, and if it wasn’t Ye Er, who else could it be? "Ye Er?"

Ye Er, hearing his name, showed surprise, "Madam? How come you are here?"

No sooner had Ye Er finished speaking than another person came up, it was Ye Zi’an, whom Yang Chuxia had in mind.

"Xiaxia?"

Ye Zi’an had already heard her voice earlier.

"Brother An, are you guys here investigating a case?"

"How come you are here?" Ye Zi’an looked her over, and only when he saw that she was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief, "Why are you here alone?"

"I was chasing someone and ended up here. What about you?" Yang Chuxia looked at those who were following one by one; apart from Ye San and Ye Wu, several other people were already there, along with some bailiffs and guards.

"We found a secret passage in the room of the innkeeper at that guesthouse, so we came here," Ye Zi’an looked up and surveyed the surroundings, finding the place very quiet.

Ye Yi looked around, then took out a piece of paper from his embrace and glanced at it by the light of a torch, "This house is abandoned, to the left is a grocery store, and to the right, residents who have lived here for many years. Passing through this street will lead to the back door of the Fancy Red Pavilion."

"To the Fancy Red Pavilion!"

"To the Fancy Red Pavilion!"

Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia said in unison.

"You’ll be out in the open, and Ye Er and I will stay hidden," Yang Chuxia suggested as they approached the destination.

Ye Zi’an thought for a moment and then nodded, "Be careful." He then took something resembling a firecracker from his body and handed it to her, "Take this."

"Got it, you too, be careful. Delay them as long as possible, it would be best to stall them for the entire night." With that, Yang Chuxia and Ye Er donned their masks and leaped into the courtyard, while Ye Zi’an had already led his men to the front yard, "Open the door, open up!"

The bailiffs’ knocking sounded thumping loud, so violent that it instinctively made everyone inside who were drinking and singing pause.

"Coming, coming, what’s all the knocking for, want to get yourself killed?"

A woman in her thirties with meticulous makeup came to open the door, still grumbling discontentedly.

As the door opened and she saw a group of bailiffs standing in front with torches, the smile on her face instantly froze.