"A blade speaks reason, cutting wind and slicing rain."
Chen Yi repeated mockingly.
Min Ning shot him a glare. Once the teahouse maid had filled a gourd with Daughter's Red for her, she uncorked it, took a few hard swigs, then stood abruptly, tied the gourd at her waist, and descended the stairs with a hint of intoxication.
Chen Yi stared directly at her retreating figure, not letting his focus waver for a moment, lest anything untoward happen.
The fine rain continued unabated.
Min Ning strode forward step by step, unsheathing her blade. The passersby, seeing her official uniform, hastily stepped aside.
"If one causes a disturbance and draws a blade, the Brocade Guards shall render immediate execution."
Min Ning recited the law of Great Yu indifferently.
A few gang members, recognizing her as a Brocade Guard, hesitated in fear. Their leader, Rakshasa Li, glanced behind her, then surveyed the surroundings. Upon realizing she was alone, he barked out:
