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Chapter 44 Xue Baochai's Misfortune

Xue Pan, as if seeing a savior, rushed forward and grabbed Wang Biao's breastplate: "Commander Wang! Quickly seize that little beast in coarse cloth! He dared to hit me! And that old coffin-head! Chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

Wang Biao frowned, and his iron sword clattered as he drew it from its sheath: "Men! Surround them!" Three hundred soldiers roared in response, their spear tips flashing coldly as they pressed forward step by step! The onlookers were terrified and scattered in all directions, overturning stalls and trampling fish and shrimp to pieces!
The young man's fierce eyes swept across the army formation like lightning.

The old man's white beard moved without wind, and his withered hand pressed down on his disciple's shoulder: "Disciple, be careful, these are elite troops from the capital garrison."

Wang Biao pointed his knife at the boy: "You little thief! How dare you injure Young Master Xue? Kneel down and surrender at once!"

The young man stepped forward, his voice like the clash of metal: "General, you are wise! Young Master Xue was abusing a maid in the street, and I merely intervened! The law is clear, how can such a powerful servant be allowed to disregard human life?"

"Bullshit!" Xue Pan jumped up and cursed, "She's my own servant, even if I kill her! What right do you have to interfere? Commander Wang! Chop off his hands!"

Wang Biao sneered: "Did you hear that? How dare you!!! Men—" He raised his blade high: "Take down this father and son!"

Wang Biao's three hundred guards surrounded him like an iron barrel, their long spears gleaming coldly like a forest!
The old man's white beard stood on end, and with his withered hand grabbed a twelve-foot-long bamboo pole used by fishmongers to pick shrimp, tossing it to the boy: "Catch this!"

The boy took the bamboo pole, his eyes blazing with fury! He shook it, and a whooshing sound filled the air as a gust of wind arose! And so it was seen:
The teenager's staff strikes like a mad python unleashed from its lair! Sweeping shins, chopping shoulder blades, targeting vital joints!
With a series of sharp "snap" sounds, the group of people dropped their weapons!
The old man swung his staff like a giant elephant swinging its trunk! Each move seemed effortless, but a sinister force emanated from the tip of the staff as it passed. The guards, through their iron armor, felt muffled "thuds" and, though there was no blood, they were in excruciating pain and collapsed from exhaustion!
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, dozens of guards had already rolled on the ground!

Although no bloodstains were visible, he was too weak to fight any longer!
But the old man is old, and the boy is young.

The two men were unarmed and deliberately refrained from killing, and soon they were finding it increasingly difficult to hold on!

Wang Biao's eyes were bloodshot: "Keep up the good work and catch them!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the old man, his withered shadow like a ghost, leaped into the air, stepping on the tips of the attacking spears, and pounced on Xue Pan!

Xue Pan was hopping around behind the soldiers when he cried out as a withered hand grabbed his throat!

"Don't move!" the old man roared, his voice like thunder! The bamboo tip pressed against Xue Pan's temple, piercing his skin and drawing blood!
Xue Pan screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered: "Mother! Help me! You've pierced my head!"

The army was thrown into chaos in an instant!

Meanwhile, the boy in the other corner was cornered by five long spears!

A steel knife, angled sharply, was suddenly placed against his neck!

The two sides are locked in a fierce battle!

The old man used a bamboo stick to kill Xue Pan, while the boy had a steel knife pressed against his neck!

Wang Biao's armor was soaked with cold sweat—if the military governor's nephew died here, his entire clan would be executed! He roared urgently, "Stop! Don't hurt Young Master Xue!"

But at this moment.

Baochai was already feeling nauseous from the stench of the docks, and when she saw her brother being coerced, she gasped in shock. The old ailment she had been suppressing for the past few days flared up! Her vision went black, her yellow handkerchief fluttered to the ground, and she collapsed limply!
Madam Xue was clutching her clothes and wailing, "Heavens! Let my son go—" when she suddenly saw her daughter collapse, and she was instantly terrified! She rushed over and picked up Baochai, only to see that her face was ashen, her lips ashen, and her throat hissing like a broken bellows! In desperation, she stamped her feet and pounded the ground, crying out, "My child—"

This tense situation, where life and death hung in the balance, was abruptly interrupted by Xue Baochai's fainting and Madam Xue's wailing.

Both sides were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the mother and daughter!

Madam Xue held Baochai, whose eyes were closed and face was pale, and wept bitterly.

Just then, Ximen Da Guanren, his blue satin cloak billowing, strode towards them through the enemy lines!
"If you want to save her life, then listen to me!" Ximen Qing's voice was as cold as iron. He snatched Baochai away and made her sit upright in Madam Xue's lap! A blue satin cloak unfurled with a "whoosh," like a dark cloud covering Baochai's figure and blocking the gazes of those around her!

Madam Xue was terrified: "What...what are you going to do!"

Ximen Qing ignored her and undid the buttons on Baochai's honey-colored jacket! Her moon-white inner garment was slightly open, revealing half of her snow-white neck and a high, white mound!
Instantly, the heat, carrying her body fragrance, wafted into my nose.

Madam Xue cried out and lunged forward, but was pushed away by Master Ximen: "If you want her dead, then don't stop me!"

What happened next was even more shocking! Master Ximen actually tore open the sash of Baochai's pale yellow silk skirt and pulled it down!
The sight of the white, fluffy meat was so dazzling that it made the official's eyes ache!
Her soft, rounded belly was slightly protruding, plump like a fine piece of mutton fat jade, with soft, white milk.

The pinkish-red marks left by the white silk waistband digging into the tender flesh looked like a red string tied around a piece of white cheese!

Madam Xue's vision blurred: "Heavens above... my son's innocence..."

Quickly grab Ximen's cloak and cover him up tightly, so that no one else can see him!
Fortunately, Master Ximen stopped after pulling down her skirt to her hips! He pressed his palms together and pressed hard on Baochai's Qihai acupoint, three inches below her navel!
This is a congenital disease of Xue Baochai.

It's nothing more than an allergic reaction triggering asthma, and the fishy smell of the shrimp at the dock must have been irritating it.

The only way to help her breathe smoothly and slowly was through abdominal breathing.

It is warm, soft, and smooth.

His five fingers sank deep into the soft, plump belly flesh, the folds of flesh squeezed out by his palms were dazzlingly white.

The force of his palm was like a hammer, pressing down on Baochai, causing her body to tremble violently! She hissed, the sound drawn out long, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue!
Baochai made a "hoarse" sound in her throat, and actually gasped for breath with that hiss! Her pale face gradually turned red!
(End of this chapter)