The Demon Lords-Chapter 745 - 164: No harm! _1

As Head Constable Yan spoke these words, the old stall owner's face turned alternately pale and green.

His right hand was trembling slightly, his gaze fixated on the large knife he used for butchering pig heads. He hesitated, wondering if he should use that knife to slay the man bold enough to utter such words before him! But swallowing this provocation was genuinely unbearable!

The Yan people revered martial prowess, and they took pride in their aggressive and combative spirit. This was most clearly demonstrated when Ran Min killed Hou San in the grand hall of the county government office in Nan'an.

To murder a constable in the street was a serious offense, but swallowing this provocation was genuinely unbearable!

The common folk didn't necessarily understand the extent of the taboo broken by the words, "make you the empress." Ordinary people simply didn't dwell on such things. Besides, it was clear that Head Constable Yan was "drunk." Drunk men often said things they didn't mean; would one be punished for speaking rashly under the influence of alcohol?

Firstly, Yan State did not penalize for freedom of speech. Secondly, even though Head Constable Yan appeared to be a "government official," he wasn't of notable rank. Influential and privileged figures would certainly refrain from such reckless talk. However, if a commoner like Huahua said something, it wouldn't be given much consideration unless he specifically named someone and truly violated a taboo.

For instance, if a patron surrounded by several courtesans in a brothel remarked, "I'm happier here than the Emperor himself!" should he be arrested and tried for such a comment?

Compared to her furious father, the butcher's little lady seemed rather embarrassed and just a little bit annoyed after hearing these words. She glared at Head Constable Yan, feeling her first glance had been too light, then glared at him again, this time with a gentler expression.

The Literary Sage of Qian State, Yao Zizhan, once said in his early reckless years that there are three most unpredictable things in this world. One is the fleeting changes in the sky, the second is the cunning and deceit on the imperial court, and the third is the whims of a woman's heart. All three conform to one standard: Impossible to guess, dare not guess, cannot see through, and if guessed right, it is as if not guessed.

"Ah Daddy, what happened?"

At this moment, a coarse voice sounded from behind.

Head Constable Yan turned around and found a tall, robust man pulling a cart. On the cart lay a pig, freshly purchased from a village below Nan'an county. It was tied firmly, with only its snout free to let out a few GRUNTS.

The stall owner's surname was He, a father to a son and a daughter. Perhaps the hardships he had endured in his life had accumulated good karma for his descendants. Despite his own short and stout figure, his son was robust, and his daughter was stunningly beautiful.

His son was named He Chu because he was born at the beginning of the month, while his daughter was given the feminine name "Si."

At that moment, upon seeing his father so enraged, He Chu immediately dropped the rope tied to his waist and began questioning what had transpired. Without some backbone and heft, one could not hold onto this butcher's stall.

Head Constable Yan sighed helplessly and shook his head. He waved his hand, as if bidding farewell to his own bold past.

In this regard, he was quite similar to that friend of his. Both possessed fiery tempers, yet they also knew how to be adaptable and when to yield. Yet, he fell short of his friend in one aspect: no matter how disreputable his friend might seem, he could still rely on his own strength to bully men and dominate women. After all, his friend was a Seventh Rank Martial Cultivator, hardly likely to be outdone by a butcher's son.

But what about himself? As he looked around, the nodding and bowing constables usually surrounding him were nowhere in sight. Damn it, he didn't even have the nerve to bully men and dominate women!

As the evening wind blew, Head Constable Yan felt a wave of melancholy in his heart.

He turned around mournfully, leaving behind the small piece of broken silver he had tossed on the chopping board in his previous fervor. Then, he staggered off homeward, swinging to the left, swaying to the right. Winter was indeed so merciless; you could light a fire with such difficulty, only for it to be extinguished in a heartbeat.

Yet, it wasn't all in vain. At least, his constable attire had ensured that the old stall owner, though fuming, didn't dare verbalize his anger. He Chu, although hot-headed, just glared at Yan's retreating figure, refraining from throwing a punch as his father hadn't uttered a word.

Head Constable Yan suddenly felt an urge to laugh. This world, under Yan, still had its own sense of clarity at this moment. It wasn't conducive to rash actions like killing this dog of an official and leading a revolt.

Thus, Head Constable Yan silently thanked his old man once again in his heart. Thanks to him, a good-for-nothing son who had failed at bullying could still get away unscathed.

And so, he stumbled back to a small courtyard close to the government office that he'd rented.

The entrance to the courtyard was somewhat narrow, but it was more than enough for a bachelor. Yan didn't stoke a fire at home. Upon returning, he took a ladle of water from the vat, drank it, and carelessly tugged at his damp collar. He pushed the door open, ready to succumb to his non-existent drunken stupor and fall asleep.

THUD.

He collapsed onto the bed.

A man is not a plant; how can he be unfeeling? The word 'feelings' encompasses so many things. To limit it to mere romantic love would be too simplistic. I was born and received the national priest's blessing! My name is Cheng Jue! Do you understand the meaning of Cheng Jue? You wretched people! With your petty schemes and trivial tricks, which one of you is a match for me? Yet, why...