The woman didn't realize what had happened until she felt a sharp pain below.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
But An Qing didn't want to talk to the charming woman anymore. He turned to the coachman beside him and said, "Hurry up! Catch up with that carriage just now."
"But what about Miss Wu'er? Isn't she your favorite dancer, sir? Are you just going to leave her here?"
An Qing didn't even want to take another look at the woman.
He was a typical playboy. If his father weren't the inspector of Qingyuan City, with his way of doing things, he would have died hundreds of times over.
An Qing's father was An Yuan.
And An Yuan, besides being the inspector of Qingyuan City, also had another identity - one of the Sixteen Guardians of Shui Yunsheng.
These two identities were more than enough to allow An Qing to swagger around in the Eastern Marsh Wilderness.
Zhao Shuning's carriage had just taken a small path and got back on the official road. But she didn't have much time to relax.
The sound of many horses' hooves came from behind.
Her intuition told her that something was amiss, and indeed it was.
The carriage was stopped again. But this time, they were prepared.
Zhao Shuning had hugged Feng Xiaobai in her arms in advance.
"What's going on again?"
The coachman replied in a low voice, "Miss, those people from before have caught up."
Caught up again? Why? They had been patient enough!
The carriage stopped. An Qing got out of his luxurious carriage in a hurry and walked towards Zhao Shuning's carriage.
"Sir, do you have anything else to say?"
"Nothing, nothing. I just want to ask you, who is sitting in your carriage?"
"It's my mistress and the young master."
"Wow, such a beautiful woman is already married and has a child?"
As soon as the man said this, it wasn't even funny. But his servants and followers behind him laughed in a sycophantic way.
Zhao Shuning frowned. Feng Xiaobai pried open Zhao Shuning's hand.
"I'm going to kill him."
There was extreme killing intent in his eyes.
"Xiaobai."
"Mother, I couldn't protect my sister a month ago. Now, I will never let anyone hurt you again."
"It's not the right time yet. Wait a little longer. Maybe the coachman has a way."
"Sir, my mistress and the young master are in a hurry to go to the Zhao family in Linjiang. Please be kind enough to let us go."
"Wow, such a declining small family can't even afford a decent carriage. Looking so shabby, you still want to curry favor with the Zhao family in Linjiang? Your mistress probably doesn't even have an invitation, right?"
Invitation? Zhao Shuning really didn't have one. Why would she need an invitation to go back to her own home?
"It seems you don't. Then you won't be able to get into the Zhao family's mansion. No, you might not even be able to enter the city of Linjiang."
Zhao Shuning frowned.
"Why?"
Hearing the beautiful woman's voice from inside the carriage, An Qing said, "In a couple of days, it will be the 100th birthday of the old master of the Zhao family. Everyone knows about the Zhao family in Linjiang. When their old master is having a birthday celebration, all the important people in the Nine Provinces Continent will go to congratulate him. Now Linjiang is overcrowded, and the inns are almost full. Judging from your appearance, you probably didn't book a room in advance. If you really want to go to the Zhao family to see the world, I can help."
Zhao Shuning asked back, "Oh? How can you help?"
She had forgotten. In a few days, it would indeed be her grandfather's birthday banquet.
An Qing took a few steps forward. His fat body swayed up and down with his steps. He wanted to lift the curtain, but was stopped by the coachman.
"Sir, it's not proper. If you have something to say, you can say it through the curtain."
An Qing gave the coachman a fierce look. Thinking that he couldn't lose his composure in front of the beautiful woman, he didn't argue with the coachman.
He replied, "You can ride in my carriage with me. Don't worry, my carriage is very spacious. It's big enough even if you bring your child. When we get to Linjiang, with me around, you can at least find a place to stay."
Zhao Shuning didn't say a word. She lifted the curtain and looked around. Taking the small path before seemed to be a wise choice.
There was no one around. Feng Xiaobai also stood up and said in a low voice, "I'm going to twist his head off."
Zhao Shuning didn't answer. The voice from outside came in again.
"Beauty, I think you're really good-looking. I don't mind that you have a child. If you follow me, you'll enjoy endless wealth and honor in the future. I'm An Qing, the only heir of the An family in Qingyuan City. My father, An Yuan, is the inspector of Qingyuan City and one of the Sixteen Guardians of Shui Yunsheng. Not only in the Eastern Marsh Wilderness, but even in the Nine Provinces Continent, wherever we go, people will always give our An family some face."
Shui Yunsheng? Feng Xiaobai looked at Zhao Shuning. Wasn't this the number - one gang in the world that his mother had mentioned, founded by Uncle Xie?
"It's a pity. Didn't Xie An teach you how to be a decent person? A worm like this dares to block my way."
Zhao Shuning's voice was very soft, but there was full - blown ridicule in it.
"Mother?"
"I've looked around. There's no one around. If you're going to make a move, do it quickly."
A rare smile finally appeared on Feng Xiaobai's face. He had been holding back his temper for a long time.
An Qing sensed something was wrong.
"You don't appreciate my kindness, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."
The servants of the An family attacked the coachman. But before they could make a move, a huge impact overturned them all. An Qing also fell face - first to the ground.
He looked up in the direction of the carriage. A child was standing upright on the carriage, his face full of killing intent.
Feng Xiaobai saw An Qing. His beautiful fox - like eyes narrowed. How could such a man be worthy of talking to his mother?
In just a few moves, all the people An Qing had brought were lying in the grass beside the road.
Zhao Shuning took a deep breath and got out of the carriage. An Qing realized that the person in front of him was not to be trifled with, so he stepped back again and again.
"I'm from the An family. My father is with Shui Yunsheng—"
"Good. We're just getting rid of a pest for Shui Yunsheng. Xiaobai, your Uncle Xie will thank you."
Feng Xiaobai nodded. Zhao Shuning got back into the carriage.
There was a scream, and then there was no more sound. Through the curtain, she said softly, "Get that man's invitation. Also, our carriage is really a bit narrow and slow. Xiaobai, let's change to a different carriage."
The one An Qing had been sitting in was really nice.
The coachman finally came to his senses from the shock. His employer had only asked him to escort the girl and the young master. He had thought they were weak, but he didn't expect that the young master's spiritual power cultivation was completely on a different level from his own.
"Miss—Miss—, I—"
"Please take us to the Zhao family."
"This—"
"Don't worry. This matter won't involve you."
The coachman nodded. Feng Xiaobai quickly disposed of the corpses, then got on the carriage that An Qing had been using with the coachman.
Heartless wealth. They were just ridding the people of a scourge.
At this moment, Zhao Shuning didn't know that because of this carriage, she would encounter even greater difficulties in Linjiang.