Cold-faced Empress

Persuaded by his underlings, the gang leader began to hesitate: "Really? Is it really that beautiful?"

"Brother, why don't you take a look for yourself and see for yourself!"

Immediately, Fu Siying noticed that the sack opening had been pulled open from the outside. Taking advantage of the movement, she quietly pulled a hairpin from her hair and hid it in her hand.

When the sack was removed, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman resting peacefully with her eyes closed, the bandits fell silent for a moment before exclamations of surprise erupted one after another.

Wow, what a beautiful woman!

"I've never seen anyone so beautiful! All those noble ladies in Pingcheng can't compare to a single hair on this woman's head!"

"I couldn't see clearly in the rain just now, but now I can really see it for myself."

"Brother, are you still hesitating?"

The gang leader laughed loudly as he walked towards the unconscious Fu Siying: "No more hesitation! To die under the peony flower is to die a romantic death! I don't care what kind of high-ranking official's daughter she is. If I can have some fun, it'll be worth dying for!"

The burly man took only two or three steps to reach Fu Siying. Hearing the bandit leader approach, Fu Siying's unconscious state seemed even more real.

The bandit leader squatted down and, without the slightest suspicion, stroked Fu Siying's face with his rough, large hands.

"Oh dear, oh dear, what was that word again? Skin like... skin like..."

"Brother, her skin is as smooth as jade!"

“Hey, right, it’s like creamy skin! Tsk, so smooth and soft,” the bandit leader said lewdly. “I wonder if the rest of the body feels just as smooth and soft… hehehe.”

His large hand moved downwards, touching Fu Siying's neck. Fu Siying could even feel the bandit leader's breath getting closer and closer.

Hold it, hold it.

She could endure it, but the bandit leader couldn't.

"Hahaha, what the hell am I dawdling for? Let's get to work!"

Amid the cheers and jeers of the bandits, the bandit leader grabbed Fu Siying's arm, then bent his head towards her waist, as if to carry her away on his shoulder.

at this time!

"Pfft!"

When Fu Siying's upper body was taller than the bandit leader's head, she suddenly opened her eyes, and with lightning speed, she thrust out the hairpin in her hand, striking the big man's neck and throat.

"Well!"

The bandit leader cried out in pain and threw Fu Siying down with a thud, causing her to pull the hairpin she was clutching from her throat. Blood gushed out instantly.

Thrown to the ground, Fu Siying ignored the pain, scrambled to her feet, and without the slightest panic, thrust her full strength into the big man's chest.

"call!"

The burly man, stabbed in the throat, was unable to make a sound; all he could hear was the gushing of blood.

Seeing him clutch his chest in pain, Fu Siying quickly pulled out the hairpin, leaving him with another bloody hole.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The other bandits were still cheering and jumping for joy, after all, once their boss had enjoyed the perfect man, it would be their turn. But before their cheers could even finish, their pupils shrank to tiny grains in shock from the sudden change.

"Whoosh..."

The burly man collapsed to the ground, staring straight at Fu Siying. He clutched his throat with one hand and his chest with the other, spitting out blood, his heart also bleeding.

The other bandits finally came to their senses and charged at Fu Siying, yelling "bitch!"

Facing the group of fierce-looking men, Fu Siying's expression turned ruthless as she raised her hand and once again pointed the hairpin directly at the bandit leader's heart.

"Who dares to touch me!"

She shouted loudly, instantly stopping all the lunging creatures in their tracks.

The hairpin was poked and prodded in the bloody hole in the bandit leader's chest. Fu Siying's face showed anger and sarcasm: "How dare you snatch someone from my house? Are you all prepared to have your entire family executed?!"

Implicate nine generations of relatives?!

The bandits paled in horror. This was just a motley crew, roaming the mountains and forests outside Pingcheng. At most, they would be arrested and imprisoned by the government for committing crimes, and even the death penalty was rare, let alone the execution of nine generations of relatives, which they had only heard about in plays.

They only knew that Fu Siying was the daughter of a high-ranking official, never imagining that her crime would lead to the extermination of her entire family.

Seeing that the group of thugs were intimidated by her threat, Fu Siying calmed down considerably.