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

"Open the door! I need to see my father-in-law."

"Father-in-law, let me see Mei'er! I have something to say to her!"

Fan Qingli pounded on the gate, completely ignoring the stares of those around him. He had been guarding the gate of the Marquis's residence for several days in a row.

The Marquis of Dingguo was a hereditary ruler, used to a life of leisure, and never participated in any political affairs. The only similarity between him and Minister Fan was that the Marquis's family valued face above all else.

"Lord Fan, the Second Miss is really not in the manor!" the guard said helplessly. "You'd better go back!"

"Impossible! She left the Minister's residence; where else could she go if not home? She must not want to see me!"

Fan Qingli firmly believed that Luo Xuemei was in the Marquis's mansion, but simply did not want to see him.

"Lord Fan, a few days ago the Marquis gave an order that the Second Miss is not allowed to set foot in the house. She really hasn't returned. Instead of wasting your time here, you might as well look for her elsewhere."

Fan Qingli shook her head in disbelief. Issuing such an order at this time was tantamount to pushing her daughter to her death.

Fan Qingli paused for a few seconds, then turned and ran away.

In the following days, Fan Qingli completely lost his usual composure and ran around the streets and alleys like a madman. He held Luo Xuemei's portrait in his hand, followed closely by a group of servants.

Whenever Fan Qingli encountered a pedestrian, he would rush up to them, hold up the portrait in his hand, and ask about Luo Xuemei's whereabouts.

Most passersby glanced at the portrait briefly before shaking their heads and waving their hands to indicate that they had never seen the person in the painting.

Upstairs at Yinsheng Tower, Cen Yin was drinking tea while watching Fan Qingli's flustered figure downstairs.

The waiter outside pushed the door open and came in. "Boss, the woman you rescued the other day has woken up. Would you like to go see her?"

"I think the woman seems to be emotionally unstable; she hasn't been eating or drinking."

Cen Yin blew on the hot tea in her hand, calmly finished the last sip, and got up to go to Luo Xuemei's room.

When Luo Xuemei opened the door, she heard a noise and immediately crawled back into bed.

She feared that Cen Yin would discover her true identity, that she would be rescued by the person who shared her husband, and that Luo Xuemei would lose even the last shred of dignity.

Cen Yin walked to the bed behind the screen.

"Are you feeling better, young lady?" Cen Yin sat down beside her bed.

"Come out and talk to me. It's uncomfortable to be covered up like this. I mean no harm, and I'm not a bad person!"

Cen Yin gently tugged at the blanket. Luo Xuemei turned her head to look at her, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes peeking out from under the blanket. As soon as her eyes met Cen Yin's purple pupils, Cen Yin trembled violently and guiltily looked away, not daring to meet her gaze.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

"Yes, did my eyes frighten you?" Cen Yin turned her head.

Luo Xuemei shook her head, afraid that she would misunderstand, and said tremblingly, "No, no."

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of those thugs for you. Although they were just doing this for someone else, they really deserved to die."

Luo Xuemei was startled and sat up in bed. "You, you killed someone!"

Cen Yin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed yet slightly mocking smile, and she slowly stood up.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't care about what was happening in front of him.

"So what if they killed someone? Don't they deserve to die?" Cen Yin's voice was clear and firm, revealing a sense of determination and fearlessness.

Upon hearing this, Luo Xuemei's expression changed slightly.

She said worriedly, "But according to the laws of the Great Wei, murder is a crime punishable by imprisonment! Won't what you're doing get you into trouble? I'm worried you'll get into trouble! Maybe you should go out and lay low for a while!"

Cen Yin merely glanced at Luo Xuemei indifferently, her face still bearing that confident smile.

Luo Xuemei stared at Cen Yin's confident demeanor. Although she was still somewhat worried, she guessed that this seemingly ordinary woman must have a hidden plan.

She sighed softly, said nothing more, and was eager to see how Cen Yin would escape her predicament.

What should I call you?

"Just call me Ayin," Cen Yin said coquettishly, her tone rising.

“Ah Yin! She’s even more beautiful than in the painting…” Luo Xuemei looked at her closely. The purple gauze fell to the ground, and her delicate face displayed a charming and ruthless expression, but it did not frighten her. Cen Yin’s every smile and frown seemed to be more vivid and captivating than the woman in the painting. No wonder her husband couldn’t forget her.

"What painting?" Cen Yin was about to ask when a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door.

Bang bang bang!

"Boss, something terrible has happened!"

The waiter rushed in.

"What's the matter that you're so panicked?"

“Outside, a lot of soldiers have come. They have surrounded our restaurant and said they are here to arrest the criminal who committed the crime in the street.”

Luo Xuemei felt much more nervous.

Cen Yin wasn't afraid at all. "Fine! They still dare to come knocking on our door."

"Open the door and welcome them!"

It's still early; the restaurant hasn't opened yet.

The waiter opened the door, and all the soldiers rushed inside.

Inside the restaurant's lobby, there was only one mahogany chair. Cen Yin sat on it, calmly wiping her pipa.

"It was her! She was the one who killed someone in the street!"

Suddenly, someone appeared out of nowhere and pointed at Cen Yin.

This person was the one who was injured by Cen Yin that day.

"Oh! You're still alive! You even dared to report to the authorities!" Cen Yin laughed.

"Sir, look, she's threatening me! She killed my brothers, and I must avenge them!"

Luo Xuemei secretly slipped out of her room and peered over the railing.

"You? So you admit to committing the crime in the street?" the leading officer asked.

“I admit it! So what?” Cen Yin nodded in admission.

"Then please come with us!"

“But I might not be able to go!” Cen Yin tossed the pipa to the waiter beside her, stood up and walked toward them.

clap clap!

Cen Yin clapped her hands.

Several people came out, each carrying a tray covered with a red cloth.

Cen Yin comfortably smoothed her hair.

"What does this mean?"

"Why don't you go and see for yourself, sir?"

The leading officer walked over and lifted the red cloth, revealing gleaming gold ingots laid out on it.

He then lifted up the other red cloths, which were still piled with glittering gold ingots.

The officers' and soldiers' originally serious faces transformed into a bewitched and delusional expression.

"This was left at my restaurant yesterday by someone, and I think I should hand it in!"

"My lord, is my approach correct?"

Cen Yin's hands climbed onto his chest, her eyes alluring and seductive, and the leading officer stared intently at Cen Yin.

“Yes! You did the right thing by returning the lost money.” He nodded in agreement with everything Cen Yin said.

"Then why would I need to go to jail?" Cen Yin hooked her hand on his face and whispered in his ear.