The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Yan Wanwan's icy eyes swept across the audience, and she asked in a cold voice, "Some villagers came to the village earlier to ask if there was any work. Who among you mocked them and even called them 'old hands'?"

There was dead silence in the audience, and no one responded.

"If you take the initiative to stand up now, I will forgive you for the past."

As soon as Yan Wanwan said this, there was a burst of discussion in the audience. Everyone looked at each other, but no one was willing to stand up and admit it.

She couldn't help but sneer again, her eyes piercing everyone, "Don't want to say it, right? Fifth from the left in the third row, come out!"

The servant who was named trembled violently and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, moving heavily and slowly, each step accompanied by a slight tremor. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

When he finally got in front of Yan Wanwan, he knelt down with a plop, kowtowed profusely, and begged for mercy non-stop: "Miss, Miss, I know I was wrong. I just spoke too quickly that day and had no ill intentions. Please forgive me, Miss."

Yan Wanwan's face was as cold as ice. She stared down at him condescendingly, her voice so cold it seemed to penetrate a person's heart: "Did you speak rashly, or did someone instruct you to do this?"

The steward's face suddenly changed, a solemn expression on his face. He couldn't help but wonder: Could this be a spy planted by someone else? The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt. He quickly leaned over to the man next to him and whispered a few words. The man heard the command and hurriedly retreated.

The man held his head high, looked directly at Yan Wanwan, and said loudly, "Miss, you are acting this way because I am disabled and you think I am slow. If you want to chase me away, there is no need to go to such great lengths and make such a fuss."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wanwan couldn't help but giggle, like a flower branch swaying in the wind.

With graceful steps, she swayed her waist and walked towards the man in a slender and elegant manner. Her red lips parted, and her voice was as sweet as a nightingale: "You can actually say the phrase 'making a mountain out of a molehill'. It seems that you must have been immersed in the sea of ​​books and been stained by the fragrance of ink."

But before she finished her words, she waved her white hand, and her jade palm, carrying the wind, went straight to the man's broken arm.

There was only a dull "bang" sound, and the man's broken arm actually caught the fierce palm, but the huge impact force still made him fly backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Yan Wanwan's face was as cold as frost, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You disguised yourself as a remnant soldier and sneaked into the manor. What is your intention?"

The man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and struggled several times, but it was difficult for him to get up. He could only glare at Yan Wanwan fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "I didn't mean to hide it, I just wanted to find a way to survive."

The farmers who were already suspicious of the man felt a little sympathy when they heard this.

However, they also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not plead rashly.

A look of satisfaction appeared in Yan Wanwan's eyes. These people were exactly what she wanted.

However, when her gaze turned to the man, it instantly turned cold, without any trace of gentleness.

"Didn't your master tell you? If anything goes wrong in my manor, I'm afraid there's no point in saving your life."

Yan Wanwan's voice was as cold as the wind on a cold night.

The man pretended not to understand, his face filled with anger. He lowered his voice and roared, "Alright, I'm leaving. I'm leaving right now! Why are you humiliating me like this?"

Yan Wanwan sneered, "Want to leave? How can it be that easy? What kind of place do you think my farm is? You can come and go as you please."

After saying that, she waved her hand lightly, and the guards immediately surrounded her, trapping the man in the middle.

Seeing this, the man's eyes flashed with despair, but he still pretended to be calm, "Don't push me too far. Although I am down and out, I am not someone who can be manipulated by others."

Yan Wanwan slowly approached him. "Oh? Then tell me, what do you rely on? Just your master who is nowhere to be found?"

The man was speechless for a moment. He knew very well that he was now isolated and helpless, but the stubbornness in his heart made him unwilling to bow his head and beg for mercy.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Wanwan continued, "If you tell me the truth about your real purpose for sneaking into the manor, perhaps I can spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The man weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead. He knew that Yan Wanwan's threats were not empty words, but if he betrayed his master, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

After a moment of silence, the man slowly spoke: "I...I really just want to find a place to hide for a while. I don't mean any harm."

Yan Wanwan stared into his eyes for a moment, then shook her head gently, "Marquis Changxin, do you really think I don't know?"

The man showed an expression of disbelief for a moment and blurted out: "How did you know?"

Yan Wanwan sneered. Although the Marquis of Changxin commanded only a thousand men, his cavalry was considered the elite of the Great Xia Empire. His sudden interest in Zhuangzi, who had begun recruiting remnants of his army, was understandable.

But she got the news from Botany that Marquis Changxin was just a cover pushed to the front, and the one who really wanted to find out the truth about Zhuangzi was the head of the civil officials, Grand Tutor Zhou.

Grand Tutor Zhou held a powerful position within the Great Xia Empire, having served through several dynasties and possessing a deep entrenched foundation. A lifelong official, he was well versed in the art of government and intrigue, with students and former officials throughout the government and the nation. His influence permeated every aspect of the nation, to the point that even the invincible General Qin Yu avoided his glare and dared not confront him head-on.

The relationship between Grand Tutor Zhou and Marquis Changxin is a complex and subtle one of cooperation and exploitation. This time, Marquis Changxin seems to be proactive, but in fact, he is a chess piece in Grand Tutor Zhou's hands, pushed to the front to conceal his true intentions, at his instruction.

Yan Wanwan sneered in his heart, fearing that Zhuangzi's act of recruiting remnant soldiers had aroused the vigilance of Grand Tutor Zhou. He was afraid that Zhuangzi would establish an independent force with the recruited remnant soldiers, and eventually become a stumbling block to him.

She was afraid that once he had investigated everything in Zhuangzi, the shrewd Grand Tutor Zhou would start his next move. No matter what it was, she would not allow herself to be passive.

She turned her back to the man and said, "Take him away and keep him under guard."

The guards responded in unison and escorted the man deeper into the village.

The man struggled and shouted, "You will regret this. Marquis Changxin will not let you go."

Yan Wanwan seemed oblivious to the commotion. She raised her head slightly, her gaze piercing as she swept across the farmhands. She spoke sternly, "Everyone, the situation is clear now. As long as you all work diligently and peacefully at the farm, I, Yan Wanwan, will treat you well. However, if anyone harbors second thoughts, please leave the farm now and find shelter elsewhere. I will not allow anyone with ulterior motives to enter or leave freely in my farm."

Afterwards, the housekeeper brought her a stack of letters, which contained the spy's records of Zhuangzi's daily life. Because they were strictly guarded, he had not sent them out yet.

"Miss, what should we do with that man? Should we keep him locked up?"

"Put him in the barren hills behind!"

The housekeeper was surprised, "Just let it go like that?"

"Well, if he can get out, it means he is not destined to die."

Yan Wanwan smiled meaningfully, the barren mountain behind was not so easy to get out of.