After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

"dismount."

One of the men, who appeared to be the leader of the city guards, looked at the three of them and spoke sternly.

The group exchanged glances. Zheng Zhian's gentle expression faded as he looked down at him and asked, "Why?"

Even in the capital city of Qingyang, there is no rule against people riding horses into the city. How dare this small subordinate city make such an unreasonable request?

"That's just how things are in Changfeng City," the man said coldly.

"Who made these rules? When did An Chong come up with such an overbearing rule?" Zheng Zhian looked down at him sharply.

Perhaps intimidated by her imposing presence, the guards secretly observed her closely, only then realizing that while the group's clothing was ordinary, their demeanor was extraordinary. These people were likely scions of a powerful family. Thinking this, the lead guard's attitude softened considerably, and he explained with a troubled expression, "It's for the safety of the city's people. We're afraid someone might ride at high speed and injure them... so..."

His face no longer held the cold arrogance it had shown at the beginning; instead, it appeared much more humble.

After hearing his explanation, Zheng Zhian glanced at the group with some skepticism before dismounting.

If that's the case, then it makes sense, and it must be said that the city officials are quite considerate of the people.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Ming and Ling Fei dismounted one after another. The city guards checked their identity tags and then let them pass.

The three didn't pay much attention to this little incident. However, they had just entered the city gate and hadn't gone far when a chaotic sound of horses' hooves came from afar. They turned around and saw four or five people riding fast horses past them without stopping, laughing and chatting.

This display seemed to be mocking the naivety and stupidity of those who had just been there.

Zheng Zhian frowned, glanced coldly in the direction of the city gate, and said nothing more.

"Pah!" Yuan Ming spat viciously, rolled up his sleeves as if to head towards the city gate, but Zheng Zhian grabbed his wrist and stopped him in a deep voice, "It's no use going there, they're just following orders."

In Yuan Ming's mind, it was just that the city guards had made things difficult for him. He was annoyed and just wanted to beat them up. Although he didn't understand what she meant by "useless," he still nodded listlessly.

Seeing this, Zheng Zhian released his wrist and looked at the wide street, where pedestrians seemed to take it all in stride.

It seems the Jian family is truly 'well-governed'.

"Let's go." Zheng Zhian said calmly, leading the way forward.

This isn't Qingyang anymore; even a tiger has to coil up here.

......

After finding a restaurant to stay at, Yuan Ming noticed that it was still early. He looked at Zheng Zhian sitting opposite him and chuckled, "Zheng Zhian, look how early it is, shall we go out for a stroll?"

He had heard from people in the underworld that Changfeng had the largest gambling building in Anchong, which was said to be very grand and a paradise for all gambling lovers, making it something to aspire to. Since he had the chance to come here, he thought he should go and take a look.

Zheng Zhian had lost all interest in the city after what happened at the city gate. But when Yuan Ming said that, she looked out the window at the sky and realized it was still early, so she could go out and take a look.

"What do you want to see?" Knowing this guy as she did, he wouldn't bring it up unless he already had a place he wanted to go.

Yuan Ming immediately blurted out, "Gambling den!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian leaned back, scanned him up and down, and looked at him with a half-smile in his eyes.

I almost forgot that this guy in front of me has the nickname 'Thousand-Handed Monster'.

"You really like gambling?"

Yuan Ming nodded without hesitation, but seeing her smiling eyes, he quickly shook his head.

The look in her eyes always gave me the feeling that if I really said I liked her, she would immediately get up and tear me apart.

Zheng Zhian placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, tapping them lightly with his right index finger, and curled his lips into a smile. "You really don't like it?"

Over time, she discovered that this child had a special physical condition, was quite skilled in martial arts, but was extremely simple-minded and acted like a child, without distinguishing right from wrong, acting entirely on his whims.

If it's someone he likes, even if you sell them, he'll still happily count the money for you.

If he doesn't like someone and they provoke him, he'll usually just take action and kill them first.

Yuan Ming licked his lips, his teeth scraping against his lower lip. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I like watching them go crazy for the sake of winning." It made him feel like the whole world was alive.

Those people are willing to give up anything for gambling. Some are so desperate that they'll even risk their lives to win. It's because so many people have lost their lives that they gave him the name "Thousand-Handed Monster."

Seeing him with his head down like a child who had done something wrong, Zheng Zhian sighed helplessly, "We can go and see him, but can you please not gamble anymore?" Since discovering Yuan Ming's true situation, she felt like she was turning into a mother hen.

Gambling itself is not a problem; the real fear is that he might lose his life because of it.

He hasn't encountered anything particularly formidable yet, but if his enemies were to set a trap for him one day, he would likely suffer a great loss.

Hearing what she said, Yuan Ming thought for a moment and nodded. He used to go to gambling dens because he didn't have any friends around him, but now that he has a younger brother, there's really nothing fun about gambling dens.

Ling Fei watched the interaction between the two thoughtfully, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. The princess herself was still a child, yet she was worrying about someone a few years older than her.

The other one is also very obedient; the princess will probably be the same after she gets married and has children.

Thinking of this, Ling Fei's eyes gradually sharpened as he looked at Yuan Ming.

The two still asked the waiter for directions to the largest gambling den.

“Young masters, you’ve come to the right place. Changping has the largest casino in Anchong, called Shi Zhuan Jiu Man.” The waiter pointed in a direction from the window. “Go that way, turn left at the second intersection. It’s on that northwest street. You’ll know it once you get there, just look at the storefront sign.”

After the group expressed their gratitude, Zheng Zhian gave them two taels of silver as a reward, and then the three of them slowly made their way to their destination.

Upon entering Northwest Street, the group noticed it differed from typical market streets. The street was filled with poorly clothed beggars, and men carrying swords who looked like江湖人士 (jianghu figures, martial arts practitioners). The stalls mainly sold swords, hidden weapons, and other weapons, while others displayed medicinal herbs in rags...

This was a place teeming with all sorts of people and a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world). Of the three, only Zheng Zhian found it novel; Yuan Ming and Ling Fei had already seen it before and were used to it.

"Young Master Ge, please, please release my son! I beg you, I'll sell you all my land..."

Zheng Zhian was carefully examining an exquisitely crafted dagger in front of a weapon stall. The stall owner said it could cut through iron like mud. Just as she was about to try it out, she heard a pitiful and sorrowful plea.

She paid no attention to it, took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom, and released it above the dagger. The handkerchief fluttered down and was cut in two as it passed the dagger.

"Boss, I'll take it." This dagger is really well-made; Zheng Zhian is very satisfied with what he has in his hand.

"Five hundred taels."

Ling Fei took out his money pouch and gave him a silver note. He also thought that the dagger the princess had was suitable for self-defense.

Seeing that they weren't even negotiating the price, the man was instantly annoyed and muttered, "We didn't rip them off enough."

These words drifted into Ling Fei's ears on the wind. His eyes darkened, and seeing that the two people in front of him did not react, he turned around and gave the young stall owner a cold look.

Zheng Zhian was drawn by a crowd of onlookers. When he got closer, he found that it was the person who was wailing miserably, whose forehead was bleeding profusely from hitting the ground.