Chapter 587 - Chapter 587: Chapter 575: Dealing with Temper (1/2)

Chapter 587: Chapter 575: Dealing with Temper

“I am the only son of Magistrate Zhuang, Zhuang Lianghong, seventeen this year. It’s my marriageable age. It is my fortune across three lifetimes to meet Miss today. If you have time, could you perhaps sit in the carriage next to us?”

“Seeing how much Miss enjoys the pan-fried buns from this shop, I imagine we have quite a lot in common. Perfect for a lovely chat…”

Zhuang Lianghong chuckled cheekily, attempting to touch Zhuang Qingning’s slender and fair hand.

The gloomy expression on Su Ye’s face had become deadly.

A greedy beggar grabs buns, a wicked master desires to steal a person away?

People these days, treating her as though she were a mere piece of furniture?

Enraged, Su Ye flexed her legs, using 20% of her strength, she kicked Zhuang Lianghong onto the ground.

Zhuang Lianghong was caught off guard and hit the ground after several rolls. When he finally got up, aside from moaning with pain, he was furious at the loss of face. “Who is this wild girl who dares to hit the young master?”

“You guys, get her! Let this damn little prostitute see that she has crossed the wrong person!”

Upon seeing such great grievances befall Zhuang Lianghong, the several servants around him rolled up their sleeves and charged towards Su Ye.

Trivial servants, Su Ye did not consider them a threat. She didn’t even bother reaching for her trusty whip on her waist. Seizing her first, she prepared to teach them a lesson with 30% of her strength.

Just as she clenched her fist, ready to strike, she heard Zhuang Qingning call in a measured voice from behind her, “Su Ye.”

“Miss.” Su Ye’s brow furrowed at the sound of her name, and she slightly loosened her clenched fist.

“Use 70%… oh no, make that 80% of your strength.” Zhuang Qingning said, “If we’re to teach them a lesson, it must be severe. Otherwise, it won’t take them long to forget.”

Sure!

Originally, Su Ye was worried that Zhuang Qingning might be afraid of causing trouble or had some sympathy that would make her hold back. Turns out she was specifically asking her to go harder.

Su Ye admired such a master.

“Don’t worry, Miss, I understand.” Su Ye replied, a sly smile played on her lips. As she turned her attention to Zhuang Lianghong’s men again, her smile turned into a chilling glint in her eyes. The punches she threw brought with them frigid gusts of wind.

With a punch here, a kick there, in almost no time all 5-6 servants were lying sprawled on the ground, either with legs broken or arms fractured.

Nothing but a bunch of useless sacks of rice and wine, she thought.

Su Ye looked at them coldly, then turned to Zhuang Lianghong as she approached him step by step.

Seeing that even the typically capable people around him could not withstand a single blow from Su Ye, Zhuang Lianghong unconsciously stepped backwards, “Don’t come any closer, don’t you know my father is Magistrate Zhuang? If he finds out you hit me, you’d better watch out!”

“At this point, it’s you who better worry about your own life.” Su Ye scoffed and quickly grabbed his arm, pressing her fingers into it with force.

A crisp crack echoed followed by Zhuang Lianghong’s shrieks as if he had been slaughtered.

“Shut up!” Su Ye barked, “Take your dogs and get lost. Otherwise, both your legs won’t survive!”