Several people suddenly appeared from the shadows, their blades gleaming like snow. These people were like ghosts, having been hidden all along, but Dong Huiying had vaguely sensed their presence. Among them was a familiar face, the old man who had been playing chess with himself under a tree. This old man was vigorous despite his age, moving with brisk and decisive steps. Judging by his aura, whether in youth or old age, he must have been a formidable person. Dong Huiying slowly reached into her garment. If it truly came to a confrontation, though the opposition had many people, she wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Yi Ran stared coldly at Shu Yu and said darkly, "You made a mistake. You should know that in my place, women and dogs are not allowed in." Shu Yu sighed lightly, "I told you, she’s my person. If you really want to hurt her, unless—" He wore a slight smile, yet the guqin that he originally held in his arms had already been placed into his wife’s embrace. Yi Ran’s pupils suddenly contracted, "No, no, you can’t do that! You promised me before, you’d never hit me again!" Shu Yu smiled brightly, "I’m not going to hit you, I just want to... give you a thrashing!" Then, a wretched howl rang out. "Couldn’t you have done this earlier?" Much later, Shu Yu held a handkerchief, slowly wiping his hands. He glanced contemptuously at Yi Ran, who was lying on the ground, as blood gushed from his nose like a flood. Yi Ran sniffed and then wiped his nose with the back of his hand, before flipping back to his feet like a carp leaping. "Boohoo, you bullied me, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore!!" Yi Ran grew angrier: "Uncle Jiang, go! Kill him, this brat is too arrogant, he hit me, he hit me!! Look, look? I’m bleeding a lot, I’m bleeding a lot!! How many Angelica Ginsenges do I need to eat to replenish this blood from my nose? Kill him, kill him!!" Uncle Jiang looked expressionlessly at Yi Ran: "Young Master, are you sure?" "I..." Suddenly, he chickened out. Yi Ran whimpered, casting a glance at Shu Yu, "Hmph, I’m ignoring you all, you’re all bad people, very bad!" He twisted his butt and surprisingly turned to leave. At first, he walked very slowly, as if waiting for someone to stop him and plead with him, but he was disappointed. Whether Shu Yu or Uncle Jiang and the Hidden Guards, all showed indifferent, unconcerned expressions. Frustrated, he puffed up his cheeks, suddenly starting to run, "I’m going to stick pins in you, I’m going to curse you all, curse you all, draw a circle, and curse you to death!!" He was merely speaking rashly, in a childish, petulant manner. Little did he know, this violated Shu Yu’s taboo. Shu Yu stepped out, moving so fast that even Dong Huiying could only see a mere afterimage. Uncle Jiang seemed panicked: "Young Master Yu!" As he shouted in alarm, Uncle Jiang had already led people rushing towards Shu Yu, seemingly trying to stop him. And the previously boastful Yi Ran, seemed to realize he had touched a tiger’s whiskers, quickly curled up on the ground hugging his head. But Shu Yu had already grabbed his collar, lifting him entirely off the ground. "What did you just say?" Shu Yu’s eyes were full of frost, yet a cold, thin smile played across his lips. "Do you know, who bestowed me this life? And now you want to handle my life and death on a whim??"