“Go get the wine jar.”

Zhao Qing rose swiftly, placing one foot on the chair.

Most heroic!

“Right away.”

Ba Hu responded, quickly bringing over a wine jar for him.

Zhao Qing then held the wine jar and tilted his head back to drink.

After finishing, he smashed the wine jar hard onto the ground.

A crackling series of shattering sounds.

Everyone’s spirits soared as they all smashed their finished wine jars onto the ground.

The entire inn was in an uproar!

On the second floor!

Ji Yunshu hadn’t been sleeping deeply to begin with. When she heard the sounds from below, she turned over and discovered Jingrong was no longer beside her.

The other half of the bed was empty!

She pulled back the covers and got out of bed, her bare feet stepping on the cold floor as she moved step by step toward the outside. Opening the door, the noise from outside became even louder.

It was even somewhat deafeningly chaotic!

She frowned. Before her foot could step out, she was stopped by Lang Bo.

“Master Ji, His Highness has ordered that you stay well inside your room. He will handle matters outside.”

Ji Yunshu glanced downstairs, but because her line of sight couldn’t reach, she could only withdraw her gaze.

She asked, “What exactly is happening down there?”

“His Highness will resolve it. Master Ji should rest early.”

With all this noise outside, rest my ass!

But she didn’t continue questioning. Instead, she nodded.

However, she asked worriedly, “What about Wei Yi? How is he?”

Lang Bo replied, “Don’t worry, he’s sleeping soundly.”

“What about my second sister?”

“Resting in her room!”

“That’s good then.”

That boy Wei Yi, indeed, if he fell asleep, not even thunder could wake him.

As for Ji Wanxin, she was probably too frightened to come out of her room.

After returning to her room, she could no longer sleep peacefully and instead sat inside.

Outside, Jingrong stood at one corner of the second floor, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze locked tightly on that group of people on the ground floor.

After a while, he entered the open room behind him. At this moment, the innkeeper was brought in.

“Sir, what are your orders?” the innkeeper asked.

Jingrong’s face was cold. “Who are those people downstairs?”

“They are…”

“Speak!”

The innkeeper was also a person of considerable perception.

Looking at this man before him dressed in brocade, with people around him who were clearly extraordinary.

He trembled and said, “Sir, you should just rest well here. Don’t worry, those people will leave after they finish drinking. They won’t disturb you.”

At this moment Lang Bo entered and said to Jingrong, “Young master, Master Ji just woke up.”

Jingrong’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing ominously as he looked at the innkeeper. “Those people have already disturbed our rest. Since you’re the one in charge here, you should be able to resolve this.”

“I… Sir, I truly cannot resolve this. How about this, I’ll refund all your silver and you can find another place to stay.”

Are you kidding me?

They already said there’s only one inn within a hundred miles radius. Moreover, it’s already so late, where would they go?

Jingrong was getting angry.

Lang Bo didn’t have such patience. He came forward and grabbed the innkeeper by the collar, commanding, “Our young master cannot tolerate noisy disturbances. Immediately make those people get lost.”

The innkeeper’s eyes were full of terror. His gaze dropped to look at the sword in Lang Bo’s hand, terrified that the blade would be placed against his own neck.

His legs trembling, he stammered, “Gentlemen, please calm your anger. I truly have no way.”

“Say that again?”

Lang Bo forcefully shoved him away.

The innkeeper was thrown to the side. He quickly bowed low, nearly prostrating himself on the ground, saying with difficulty and tears, “Gentlemen, it’s truly not that I don’t want to. Those people downstairs, I dare not offend them. If I don’t let them in, they’ll burn down my inn. This establishment was left by my ancestors and cannot be burned. I beg you, please be patient. Once they finish their wine, they’ll naturally leave.”

He was on the verge of kneeling.

Jingrong’s cold eyes looked at him indifferently and asked, “Who exactly are they?”

“Those people are mountain bandits from this area. Over these years, they’ve killed, looted, and plundered, daring to do anything. Even the magistrate of Shanhuai County has no way to deal with them. Gentlemen, please have mercy, for the sake of this humble one’s establishment.”

“Mountain bandits? Are you speaking of Gaoshan Stronghold?” Jingrong asked.

The innkeeper’s eyes lit up. “So you know of them, young master?”

“Naturally I know.”

“However, that Gaoshan Stronghold now has two locations. One led by the First Chief’s people, and one led by the Second Chief’s people.” The innkeeper explained.

Jingrong frowned. “And those downstairs are?”

“The Second Chief’s people.”

No wonder. Otherwise, if the First Chief knew that Jingrong’s people had killed so many of his men, at this moment he wouldn’t be sitting downstairs drinking wine. He would have rushed up for revenge long ago.

Jingrong pondered this carefully for a moment, then signaled to Lang Bo with his eyes.

Lang Bo understood tacitly, left the room, and went straight downstairs!

Below, Ba Hu was just shouting, “I heard that today the First Chief’s people failed at robbery and instead got more than thirty or forty people killed by others. Right now, he’s probably in his room anxiously soiling his pants.”

Having said this, everyone burst into laughter.

Pure, naked mockery.

Yet Zhao Qing continued drinking his wine. By all rights, with so many dead on his mortal enemy’s side, he should be raising his cup in celebration. But now, Zhao Qing appeared completely indifferent to the matter.

That face covered in stubble vaguely revealed a hint of masculine handsomeness.

“Who goes there?” someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone cast their gazes over to see Lang Bo leading two people approaching, but they were blocked by several bandits.

Lang Bo’s hand gripped his sword hilt, ready to draw at any moment!

“I want to see your Second Chief.”

“Who are you?”

“Move aside!”

“Move aside?” Those people laughed, using their hands to poke at Lang Bo’s chest, saying arrogantly, “Do you know who you’re talking to? Do you know…”

Ah—

Before the words were finished, the hand poking at Lang Bo’s chest was directly twisted back. The entire person contorted, and his knees involuntarily bent downward.

“Let… let go!”

Seeing this scene, everyone drew the blades from their waists, preparing for a big fight.

“Brothers, get him.”

The group was about to advance when a voice came from a table not far away, “Stop!”

Zhao Qing spoke!

He stopped them!

Everyone retreated backward, dispersing to both sides.

Lang Bo also released his grip, flinging the man directly onto a table. He then rolled off the table and fell to the ground, his chest bleeding.

Zhao Qing raised the wine jar in his hand and smashed it directly onto the ground. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, slightly raising his chin, eyes narrowed, and walked over with swaying, unsteady steps.

Standing before Lang Bo, he looked him up and down with a contemptuous smile.

“Who are you?”

Lang Bo kept a stern face. “You people have disturbed my master’s rest.”

“Master?”

Zhao Qing snorted. “Truly a lapdog!”