After being reborn, I went on a killing spree in the imperial court.

"Mei'er!"

Fan Qingli's face was filled with anxiety. He suddenly stood up and was about to chase after Luo Xuemei in the direction she had left. Just then, several strong servants blocked his way like a wall.

"Father, what are you doing?" Fan Qingli looked at her father in disbelief.

Minister Fan's face was cold and ruthless. His eyes, which were usually full of authority, now shot out two cold beams of light, piercing straight at Fan Qingli.

Minister Fan snorted coldly and said sternly, "Let her go! Do you really think you can let a woman like this, who doesn't even have a clean reputation, stay in our Fan family as the mistress of the house? That's just wishful thinking! Go back to your room immediately and write a letter of divorce. From now on, I don't want to hear any news about this woman again!"

Fan Qingli stood there blankly, staring at the gate of the Minister's mansion, her heart filled with pain and despair.

“Father! Is face really that important? If it weren’t for me, Mei’er would never have been sent to the bandits’ den. Pushing her out like this is no different from sending her to her death.”

Fan Qingli pushed aside the servants in front of her and rushed out the door.

Luo Xuemei fled the heartbreaking place in a disheveled state, stumbling and rushing into the bustling street. Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, running frantically without stopping, as if trying to leave all the pain and despair behind. She was afraid to return to the place where people pointed fingers at her.

Tears had already flowed like a burst dam, streaming down her pale cheeks, gradually drying and leaving clear tear tracks. Her once exquisite makeup was now completely ruined by the tears.

She looked around blankly, and it seemed that every passerby stopped in their hurry and stared at her with strange eyes. Among those eyes were curiosity, pity, and even more so, undisguised ridicule and pointing fingers.

At this moment, Luo Xuemei couldn't care less about anything else. Her heart was filled with endless sorrow. She covered her face and shook her head desperately, crying, "Don't look at me! Don't look at me!"

With Luo Xuemei's roar, everyone around turned to look at her, avoiding her as if she were a plague.

"Neuropathy!"

It turns out that the gaze she just received was all in her imagination.

She thought to herself that she should go back to the Marquis's residence to avoid trouble first.

She wiped her cheeks, trying her best to maintain the image of a noble lady from a wealthy family. Otherwise, if she returned to the manor looking like this, her father would probably kick her out.

Without realizing it, she walked into an alley.

A person was sitting in a teahouse at the end of the alley.

Several thugs entered the private room.

"Lord Xue! We've arrived."

Xue Xinian threw them a large bag of money, which the leader of the thugs weighed in his hand.

"Lord Xue, we guarantee to complete the mission!"

“She’s skilled. If you can’t beat her, just strip her naked and throw her out into the street,” Xue Xinian said calmly.

"After it's done, I'll pay you twice as much money."

Hearing Xue Xinian say this, the thugs all got excited. Such an easy way to make money was truly a windfall.

Just a few steps into the alley, a few thugs appeared in front of us, standing there; they were clearly not good people.

Luo Xuemei herself didn't realize she had gone into a secluded alley. As she was thinking of turning back, she turned around and saw several unfriendly thugs behind her.

"Oh, you're Luo Xuemei?"

The men all gathered around and looked Luo Xuemei up and down.

Luo Xuemei said coldly, "Is there something you need?"

"Hehe! We heard you're pretty good at serving men, so we'd like you to serve us instead."

One of the men put his hand on her shoulder.

Luo Xuemei slapped him across the face.

"Wow, this girl's pretty hot!"

Luo Xuemei was cornered.

"What do you want? My father is the Marquis of Dingguo, and my husband's family are ministers in the current court. Who sent you?"

"Wow, you've got quite a background!" These thugs weren't afraid at all; they laughed as if it were a joke.

"Spend some time with us, and we promise we won't tell your husband's family! Go!"

"Ah! Don't come here!"

Luo Xuemei slapped each of them across the face. These thugs knew she was skilled in martial arts, so they grabbed wooden sticks and swung them at her back. Two fists can't fight four hands, and she was quickly subdued by them.

"Let me go! Who sent you? Let me go!"

The man went up and ripped off her coat.

"Ah, no!"

Luo Xuemei fought back fiercely and bit his neck. As she ran away, one of them tore off half of her sleeve from behind. Luo Xuemei didn't care about the condition of her clothes and ran out of the alley.

People across the street pointed and whispered at her, not a single one of them looking at her disheveled clothes.

"How can you dress like that without shame!"

"What an unchaste woman! How dare she go out dressed like that!"

Luo Xuemei covered her clothes and, as if she had gone mad, shouted at the people on the street, crying out in grievance about the injustice of the world, "Don't look at me, don't look!"

"Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything, why...?"

A horse-drawn carriage passed by on the street and slowly stopped in front of her.

The person inside lifted the curtain of the carriage. Luo Xuemei, who had been flustered, regained her senses. Her throat was choked, and after a long while, she finally managed to softly call out, "Father."

There was not a trace of pity or tenderness in the eyes of the Marquis of Dingguo; his gaze was as ruthless as that of Minister Fan, as if he were a stranger.

Marquis Dingguo resolutely lowered the curtain, and the carriage slowly moved forward again.

"Father! That's not how it is, please let me explain..."

Luo Xuemei ran to the front of the carriage to chase after the Marquis of Dingguo, but her bodyguards chased her away.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Luo Xuemei laughed self-deprecatingly, "Hahaha!"

Luo Xuemei, you are too naive. What face does a woman who has been divorced by her husband have to go home?

Minister Fan is right. If she hadn't listened to Xue Xiqiong and had stayed home instead, none of this would have happened.

You only have yourself to blame for making this happen.

Several men chased after Luo Xuemei from the alley and surrounded her. "Brothers, let's strip this slut naked."

Luo Xuemei seemed to have lost the strength to resist. Just as the men reached out to her, several darts flashed past and pierced through their palms.

With a few screams, Luo Xuemei looked up.

Cen Yin squatted down and draped her cloak over her shoulders. "It's alright, it's alright."

Purple clothes, purple eyes!

is her.

Luo Xuemei suddenly blacked out and fainted.

"Who are you! She's one of ours, get out of here right now!"

The man, unafraid of death, continued shouting.

“To bully women and children in the street! You deserve to die!” Cen Yin’s eyes hardened as she threw the object at them again.