The Constables Arrive

In the countryside, it was just like that; people loved to gossip about the affairs of others.

As long as there was no farm work, during leisure time, many villagers would gather together. Men sat with men, women with women. Everyone chatted idly. Especially those old women in the village, they loved to chat about gossip and rumors the most.

Tran Mac was fully aware of this. For example, once when he was returning home, he happened to bump into a former middle school classmate, a girl. The two hadn't met for many years, so Tran Mac invited her back as a guest.

The result was that the next day, it was rumored in the village that he had a girlfriend. Some old folks even directly asked him when he planned to get married.

And now, Dai Lang and the original owner's parents were all gone, leaving only him and his beautiful sister-in-law living together day and night.

A lone man and a widow; it would be strange if the villagers didn't gossip.

Especially this kind of situation where the younger brother takes in the deceased older brother's wife, it was very common among the people.

There were even remote villages where, due to poverty, two brothers would marry one wife, sharing her...

Furthermore, when Tran Mac had previously passed the tong sheng examination, he had heard people say that the current Emperor had taken two of the late Emperor's concubines into his harem and even had children with them.

Besides, Tran Mac was not from this world. What dirty things hadn't he seen on the internet? His ability to accept things was definitely stronger than people of this world.

Naturally, his skin was also relatively thick.

Moreover, folk customs allowed it. It was just sleeping with his own sister-in-law; what bad reputation could there be?

Tran Mac didn't care. He held Han An Nuong's waist with one arm, not letting go, while his other hand gently patted her "millstone": "As long as I can be with Sister-in-law, reputation and such don't matter."

"There's something Sister-in-law probably doesn't know. Back then, when Mother let you marry Elder Brother, besides for bringing good luck, if Elder Brother didn't make it, she wanted me to..."

Tran Mac plucked the large fruit, whispering in Han An Nuong's ear.

"Uncle..." Han An Nuong's soft body struggled. She remembered her mother-in-law, before passing away, had instructed her to take good care of Uncle.

Is this the "taking care of"?

Before she had time to think too much, she only felt waves of masculine aura rushing towards her. Han An Nuong suddenly felt her soft body tremble, a shy feeling arising in her maiden heart: "Uncle, don't..."

...

Tran Mac finally understood the true meaning of the saying "Women will affect men drawing their sabers."

This body, after all, was too thirsty for "love." Furthermore, it was at the peak fighting age. It made him not even eat breakfast, nor swing his saber, spending the whole morning just discussing life philosophy with Han An Nuong.

It could be said, happy here, not thinking of sabers.

And this led to...

Han An Nuong pitifully hugged the quilt, curled up in a corner of the bed, her pair of autumn-water eyes staring at Tran Mac, her mature face showing some grievance, nervousness, and fear.

Remembering Tran Mac's appearance just now, her heart was uneasy.

He was like a big hungry wolf, and she was just a little white rabbit. He wished he could eat her clean, not even spitting out the bones.

Tran Mac was no emotional novice. Seeing her appearance, he immediately understood.

At once, he forcefully pulled Han An Nuong into his embrace. All sorts of sweet nothings came out of his mouth.

Han An Nuong, who hadn't read books and didn't know many words, where had she seen this kind of scene? She was immediately coaxed into obedience.

...

Two days later.

Tran Mac swung his saber in the courtyard. Han An Nuong was in the room tanning the bearskin. A jade hairpin Tran Mac had given her was stuck in her hair bun. Before her was a basin of charcoal fire. Occasionally, she would look up at Tran Mac practicing his saber in the courtyard. Upon being discovered, she would immediately shyly lower her head, her heart beating faster, a scene of someone who had fallen into the trap of love.

Towards this, Tran Mac just smiled.

Presumably, everyone who has fallen in love for the first time has experienced this kind of imagery, almost inseparable every hour, every moment. Tran Mac had once set a record of not leaving the house for a continuous week, creating that kind of situation to the death.

Now only two days had passed; it could be seen how firm Tran Mac's willpower to become stronger was.

[Number of swings +1, Demon-Breaking Saber Technique experience +1.]

[Number of swings +1, Demon-Breaking Saber Technique experience +1.]

...

His wound had already scabbed over on the first day. After two days, it was much better.

Therefore, when he started swinging the saber, there was no effect at all.

At this moment, he could already freely retract and release the "Saber Qi" from the Demon-Breaking Saber Technique.

This could prevent the saber qi from being released outwards during saber practice, accidentally injuring people.

[Name: Tran Mac.]

[Age: 16.]

[Cultivation Technique: Nourishing Blood Technique (Minor Accomplishment 112.1/500).]

[Realm: Skin Refining (Ninth Grade)]

[Strength: 38+31.]

[Skill: Demon-Breaking Saber Technique (Intermediate 10900/200000).]

Tran Mac took a breath, returned to his room to drink a mouthful of tea water, then continued to go out and practice.

Just then, he keenly heard the sound of snow being stepped on enter his ears.

Soon, four constables wearing grey clothes, with the character "Catch" (捕) embroidered on their chests, appeared outside the courtyard.

Han An Nuong, who was peeking at Tran Mac from inside the room, was the first to discover the constables outside. Scared, she shot up, her face showing panic.

When the officials entered the village, quite a few people in the village saw them. Learning they were going to the Tran family, they immediately gathered in twos and threes, looking at the Tran family from afar, each whispering and discussing. But their voices were very low, as if afraid of being heard by others.

Quite a few people were gloating. After all, in the entire village now, Tran Mac was living the best.

There are always people who can't stand to see others doing well.

Outside the Tran family courtyard.

The leading constable was arrogant, carrying an air of haughtiness, saying, "Who is Tran Mac?"

As soon as the words fell.

Only a loud "Bang!" was heard.

The four constables only saw the youth who was swinging his saber in the courtyard suddenly swing out a slash. Then the bamboo fence before the youth, as if hit by some force, immediately split into pieces, bamboo splinters and accumulated snow flying about.

Tran Mac sheathed his saber, his eyes looking towards the constables at the courtyard entrance, calmly saying, "I am Tran Mac. Are you looking for me for something?"

"Gulp..." The four constables couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their hands subconsciously resting on their saber hilts.

The leading constable took a deep breath, stepped forward, his tone even weakening, "That... it's not a big deal. Just to understand some things from you."

"Oh." Tran Mac revealed a smile: "Masters, please come in."

Then, Tran Mac shouted towards his sister-in-law in the room, "Sister-in-law, distinguished guests have arrived at the door, prepare some tea."

"Ah... Okay... Okay." Han An Nuong flusteredly put down the animal skin in her hand and trotted into the kitchen.

As soon as the four constables entered the house, they saw the bearskin on the ground. Their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble again. The leading constable subconsciously said, "This is..."

"Ah, this is a Black Bear's fur." Tran Mac casually picked up the Black Bear skin from the ground, tossed it into a corner, and said, "A few days ago, I went hunting in the mountains and accidentally encountered a Black Bear."

"Masters, you also know, Black Bears in winter are most irritable. It kept chasing me, wouldn't let go. No choice, I could only kill it and skin it."

The four constables: "..."

"Masters, don't stand, please sit," Tran Mac said...