He Lan Tianxia

The abbot, having seized the whip, immediately felt his momentum surge. He didn't know how to use a whip, but having one was better than nothing. He pulled the magistrate closer, leaning him against the wall, and arrogantly declared:

"Come here, watch me tear him apart."

"Young Master Wang, save me! Miss Hong, save me!" The magistrate was so frightened that his legs went weak. He knew all too well how vicious this monk in sheep's clothing could be.

"Shut up, or I'll kill you." The abbot was surrounded and vulnerable; a single misstep could lead to his capture. Hong Xiuying in front of him was no pushover, and Prince Murong behind him was currently eyeing him menacingly.

"You stinking monk, give me back my whip, and I'll spare your life!" Hong Xiuying tried her best to suppress her anger at having her whip taken away.

“Amitabha. If I’m not mistaken, the person who was just soaking in the wooden tub was you, young lady,” the abbot said smugly.

Boom. Hong Xiuying felt a rush of blood to her head. Recalling everything that had just happened in the room, and looking at the monk's wet robes, she could imagine what that stinking monk might have seen. Her face flushed, and a sense of shame surged up. Hong Xiuying unleashed a furious killing move.

"You scoundrel, today I'll make sure you die a horrible death."

"Miss Hong, you better watch out for me!" The magistrate broke out in a cold sweat; Hong Xiuying's demeanor suggested she intended to kill him and the abbot.

Hong Xiuying pulled out a short knife from somewhere and swung it at him. It was a big taboo for short weapons to fight long weapons. Although the abbot might not be used to the long whip, any martial artist would be more powerful with a weapon in hand. Sure enough, the abbot flicked the whip and actually managed to generate some force.

The abbot wielded his long whip, battling with Hong Xiuying. The magistrate was so disoriented he was practically dazed. While the fight raged on, someone seemed quite idle. He sat on a small stone stool, his mind drifting to the dark woods across the way.

Hong Xiuying was so focused on avenging herself that she forgot about Prince Wang for a while. It wasn't until the vicious abbot pushed the magistrate out like a shield to avoid Hong Xiuying's fatal blow, and Prince Murong suddenly threw a small stone that injured the abbot's shoulder, that Hong Xiuying remembered Prince Wang.

Hmm, this young master Wang doesn't seem to have done much; he's just watching the show. Just as Hong Xiuying was taken aback, a dark shape lunged at her. The magistrate? Hong Xiuying didn't know whether to dodge or catch him. Seeing the magistrate about to pounce on her like a hungry dog, Hong Xiuying's heart softened, and she couldn't help but reach out to pull him away. But the vicious abbot swung his long whip, aiming for Hong Xiuying's leg. Hong Xiuying lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud, faster than the magistrate. She tried to dodge, but the whip had wrapped around her right leg, preventing her from turning. She could only watch helplessly as the magistrate fell on top of her.

How awkward! The magistrate was on top of Hong Xiuying. Then, something even more awkward happened: Zhong Ziqi appeared out of nowhere, rushing anxiously to Hong Xiuying on the ground, completely ignoring his father, the magistrate.

"Miss Hong, are you alright?"

Hong Xiuying felt utterly humiliated today. She had just been naked and coveted, and now she was even in close contact with the county magistrate. Good heavens! Hong Xiuying wanted nothing more than to kill someone to vent her anger. She glared angrily at Zhong Ziqi, whose nose was swollen and face pale, and vented all her rage on him.

"Get out of my way! You're here to laugh at me, aren't you?"

Zhong Ziqi was completely bewildered by the scolding. Before he could figure out what was going on, Hong Xiuying jumped up and ran away.

Only then did Zhong Ziqi turn his gaze to the magistrate, whose legs were still trembling, and ask, "Father, are you hurt anywhere?"

The magistrate didn't say anything, but his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, Yan'er, who had been watching the show from the shadows, came out. She held a small stick in her hand and tapped the ground lightly, saying in a low voice, "Young Master Zhong, if you don't go after her soon, Miss Hong will disappear."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ziqi quickly helped his father up and handed him over to the arriving constables, then ran off in the direction Hong Xiuying had gone.