Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

In the Undying Pavilion, a pin drop could be heard.

With the appearance of Jiang Qinglan, even the air seemed to freeze.

Zhang Yide was drenched in sweat, and the group of people he brought stood still, not daring to move, their bodies trembling, not even daring to lift their heads to look at Jiang Qinglan.

Zhang Yide knew very well that the seemingly dignified and elegant Empress before him was mercilessly cruel and vicious.

Several martial families and prestigious clans, hundreds of people, were wiped out overnight by Jiang Qinglan personally, with none spared.

It’s said that the Empress went mad that night, killing everyone in sight, her white dress turned red as if soaked in blood, and her famous sword, which could cut iron like mud, was dulled by the massacre. In the end, it was the Emperor himself who stepped in to stop her.

Although that event was strictly sealed off, not allowed to be spread, many in the noble circles of Kyoto still knew about it.

"Dad, who’s this woman?"

Amidst Zhang Yide’s thoughts, Zhang Feng, who was still lying on a stretcher outside the door, suddenly spoke, his tone showing impatience.

He struggled to sit up, his gaze fell on Jiang Qinglan through the gaps in the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up, silently admiring how stunning this woman was.

Her astonishingly carved features and that voluptuous body... no wonder dad suddenly couldn’t move his feet.

Zhang Yide suddenly snapped back, glaring fiercely at Zhang Feng, wishing he could strangle this little brat!

He was about to tell Zhang Feng to shut up, but Zhang Feng urged, "At this time, you still have the mind to look at beauties? If you like her, take her home for a few days. Hurry and cripple that bastard to avenge me!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

After Zhang Feng uttered these words, his heart turned completely cold, filled with ice and despair.

This was practically sending his dad to his death!

He trembled as he turned to look at Jiang Qinglan, his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing.

"My son is ignorant and foolish, please forgive his offensive words, dear Empress!"

"Empress, Zhang knows his mistake, please forgive us. When we return, Zhang will certainly discipline his son strictly!"

"Woo woo woo... the Empress doesn’t know, my son has been without a mother since childhood and was raised by Zhang alone... woo woo woo..."

"..."

At this moment, he could no longer care about face and dignity, his forehead hitting the floor repeatedly as he slapped himself, pleading in tears.

But Jiang Qinglan remained expressionless, quietly watching his performance, unmoved.

She had lived for hundreds of years, having experienced so much, unwilling to waste her time on such trivial matters, nor would she take such trivial matters to heart.

Moreover, she rather looked down upon cowards like Zhang Yide who bullied the weak but feared the strong.

"Get up."

"Th-thank you, Empress!"

Zhang Yide stood up in fear and trepidation, blood flowing from his broken forehead, with cheeks swollen like ripe eggplants.

"Leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yide was shocked, looking at Jiang Qinglan incredulously.

The Empress was letting him go?

He carefully turned his back on Jiang Qinglan, frantically making eye signals to the group he brought, urging them to leave quickly.

The group understood and ran without hesitation.

Jiang Qinglan suddenly spoke, "Today you’ve caused trouble here, affecting business. Remember to give the Pavilion Master an explanation later."

Zhang Yide hurriedly stopped, nodded repeatedly with a face full of smiles, saying, "Yes, yes, the Empress is right, Zhang will surely give the Pavilion Master a satisfactory explanation!"

"Zhang dares not disturb the Empress any further, I bid farewell! Blessings to the Empress!"

"..."

Watching Zhang Yide’s group and the stretcher being carried away in haste, Sun Zhe also felt quite surprised.

He didn’t expect Jiang Qinglan to be so kind-hearted to let these people go just like that.

"Bang! Bang bang bang..."

"Ah ah ah!"

But just as he had this thought, Zhang Yide’s entire group, nearly disappearing on the street, suddenly all fell to the ground, bodies convulsing violently, emitting deafening explosive sounds.

Even from afar, Sun Zhe could hear the hair-raising sound of bones shattering.

Looking at the crowd lying in pools of blood, Sun Zhe was momentarily stunned, slowly turning his head to look at Jiang Qinglan’s absolutely beautiful profile.

"Second Aunt, you... killed them all?"

Jiang Qinglan smiled gently, her slightly condensed gaze gradually restoring to its original icy coldness, retracting the spiritual pressure she had released, and then she ruffled Sun Zhe’s hair, leading him towards a small compartment.

Chen Ruoyi stood dumbfounded, watching their departing backs, her beautiful eyes quivering, unable to speak for a moment.

She never thought that Sun Zhe’s beautiful second aunt was the legendary Empress!

...

In the small compartment.

Sun Zhe looked at Jiang Qinglan with a hint of fear, silently marveling at the drastic contrast of this Empress.

"Did you really kill them all?"

Jiang Qinglan smiled lightly, "I merely released a bit of spiritual pressure, scattering their roots and meridians."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s face turned pale, thinking that for a Martial Artist, wouldn’t that be more unbearable than death?

The pain of having roots and meridians forcibly shattered would linger for years before it completely faded.

He truly hadn’t seen before that this Empress, so gentle and graceful off the bed, yet so wild and enchanting on it, was such a ruthless person.

Jiang Qinglan ruffled his hair with her hand, gently saying, "Little Zhe, from now on, with your second aunt backing you, you don’t have to fear anyone. If anyone dares to bully you, your second aunt will destroy them."

"You must understand, in the Martial Artist Realm, there aren’t so many rules; a strong fist is the truth."

"Yes."

Sun Zhe nodded, warmth in his heart, seriously saying, "In the future, I’ll be the one to protect second aunt."

Jiang Qinglan giggled, "I’ll remember what you said, second aunt."

"Alright then, your little girlfriend is here today, it’s inconvenient to do important matters, I’ll head back first. I’ll retrieve that ball and visit you tonight."

Sun Zhe gave her a meaningful look, asking, "What are you going to do at my place?"

"You’ll know when the time comes."

"..."

A while later.

As he watched Jiang Qinglan leave, Sun Zhe turned to look at Chen Ruoyi beside him.

Chen Ruoyi’s soft lips moved slightly, hesitating for a long time before asking, "Ah Zhe, is your second aunt really the Empress?"

"Yes."

Chen Ruoyi asked again, "The Empress is your second aunt?"

"Yes."

"Biological?"

Sun Zhe shook his head, "No, she’s my mom’s sworn sister."

"So that’s how it is."

Chen Ruoyi nodded, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening as if realizing something, she exclaimed, "This isn’t right, the Empress’s sworn sister, isn’t that the Palace Master of Qingcheng Palace and Empress Consort Xia Shiqing?"

Sun Zhe was surprised, "You even know this?"

"Nonsense, who in Kyoto doesn’t know? Since you call her second aunt, doesn’t that mean... your mother is either the Qingcheng Immortal Xia Shiyue or Empress Consort Xia Shiqing?"

Sun Zhe said, "Xia Shiyue."

Chen Ruoyi was immediately stunned, her mind buzzing, looking at Sun Zhe as if he were a ghost.

Seeing her reaction, Sun Zhe pinched her cheek, "Alright, alright, let’s not dwell on this."

Chen Ruoyi’s delicate body swayed, raising her hand to pat her forehead, "Oh my... I feel like I’m dreaming?"

"I actually... slept with the son of the Qingcheng Immortal!"

"Is this something I, Chen Ruoyi, can even do?"

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, suddenly pulling down the rolling shutter, then carried her in his arms, striding towards the small compartment.

"Whether you can or not, you’ll find out once you do."

"..."