Leap Forward Comics: Watch How I Become a Villainess

Chapter 102 The Heroine's Halo

The two shouted "Stop!" at the same time.

Han Biao stopped what he was doing and looked up at the building.

A very beautiful young lady from a prominent family, accompanied by a maid, a young master who is still a baby, and a guy who looks like he has a high level of martial arts skills.

Han Biao pondered for a moment, then flung his hand away from the girl playing the zither. The girl was so frightened that she quickly fled from the round platform of the waterside pavilion, her face still wet with tears. Seeing that she was about to run out of the teahouse, two bodyguards behind Han Biao blocked her way with their swords drawn.

"Young master and young lady upstairs, come down and talk!" Han Biao pointed and shouted, telling them to come down.

Lu He was about to speak when Nie Qing stopped her: "You step back and leave it to me. After all, you have no rank or status." As she spoke, she went downstairs and loudly rebuked Han Biao: "I didn't know that Lord Han Ji's cousin was so arrogant and unreasonable."

Lu He wisely stayed on the second floor. After all, Nie Qing was the female lead of this comic, and it was time to give her some recognition.

Han Biao loosened his grip on the knife slightly. He had originally intended to use the knife to scare Nie Qing, but upon hearing her mention Han Ji's name, he realized that someone who knew Han Ji, the Imperial Envoy, must be of extraordinary status.

"May I ask which family's young lady you are?" Han Biao reluctantly cupped his hands as a form of greeting.

"Nie Qing, daughter of Minister Nie Sheng!" Nie Qing said calmly, truly displaying the demeanor of a noblewoman from a high-ranking family.

"So you're Lord Nie's daughter, hahaha, my apologies!" Upon hearing this, Han Biao knew he couldn't afford to offend her, so he had to laugh it off and restrain himself. "This humble official did not mean to spoil Miss Nie's enjoyment. I will now take my men and leave this place." As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling the two guards to take the girl who had just been playing the zither away.

"Wait!" Seeing that they still wanted to take the woman away, Nie Qing couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Leave this woman here!"

“Miss Nie, why are you doing this? You’re just a musician who plays the zither…” Han Biao said with a forced smile, but his eyebrows were already trembling slightly. He was enduring it.

"I said, release them!" Nie Qing didn't back down at all, looking down at him condescendingly: "How dare you, a mere commander of the Thousand Bull Guards, be so arrogant in the capital? Do you think you are the master of this imperial city?"

This charge is far too heavy. Han Biao gritted his teeth in hatred: "Miss Nie, you are joking. How could I dare to do that?"

“How dare you? You don’t even respect the Censor-in-Chief, and now you don’t respect my Ministry of Rites! I’m afraid you won’t even respect His Majesty in the future!” Nie Qingyi spoke righteously, even bringing up the crime of disrespecting His Majesty. Moreover, he spoke louder and louder, attracting people passing by the teahouse to stop and watch.

Seeing that more and more people were watching the commotion inside and outside the teahouse, Han Biao dared not cause any more trouble. He had no choice but to have the guards release the girl. He turned around and glared at Nie Qing before turning and walking out.

"Lord Han, please wait!" Nie Qing had no intention of letting him off easily; he had to teach this tyrant who bullied men and women a lesson.

"Miss Nie, is there anything else you need?" Han Biao asked patiently, his eyebrows furrowing involuntarily.

Nie Qing reached out and pulled the girl behind her. The girl, as if grasping at a lifeline, clung tightly to Nie Qing's sleeve and hid behind her.

"Apologize to this young lady!" Nie Qing said coldly.

"You!" Han Biao was furious and couldn't help but take a step forward. Nie Qing's maid quickly stepped in front of her mistress, looking as if she was ready to die.

Han Biao wanted to reach out and grab the maid. He didn't dare touch the daughter of the Minister, but how could he not hit a mere maid?

When the maid saw that he had actually reached out and swung his hand, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes, but she did not take a single step back.

The punch didn't land for a long time. The maid opened her eyes, trembling, and saw that Han Biao's wrist was firmly held by Bai Yu, making him unable to move.

Han Biao gritted his teeth, his face flushed red, trying to pull his arm back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it an inch. Damn it, he'd met his match.

“Apologize to the girl, or else…” Bai Yu said, tightening his fingers. Han Biao felt as if his wrist was about to be broken. It seemed that if he did not compromise today, his wrist would probably be broken.

"You're just a lowly servant, assaulting an official of the imperial court in the street is a serious crime!" Han Biao only regarded him as Nie Qing's servant, and since he couldn't beat this servant, he could only resort to threats.

"Apologize!" Nie Qing not only didn't stop Bai Yu, but also condoned it: "If he doesn't apologize, I'll cripple his groping hands!"

Bai Yu nodded after receiving permission, and the force in his hand became even more domineering.

"Damn it!" Han Biao cursed under his breath in pain, his body forced to kneel down. "I apologize, I apologize, let go!" With no other choice, he decided to beg for mercy, knowing that a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

"I'm so sorry, miss! I acted rashly and took liberties with you. I was wrong! Please forgive me!" Han Biao apologized, almost shouting out loud from the pain.

Bai Yu finally let go, and with a shove, sent him sprawling face-first into the middle of the teahouse. This drew laughter from the onlookers.

Han Biao suffered a great loss and lost face. He slunk out of the teahouse with his bodyguards.

Nie Qing and Bai Yu were both asking the girl if she was injured anywhere.

Only Lu He watched Han Biao's departing figure with a vague unease. She had been carefully observing this person. His gaze towards Nie Qing was gloomy and uncertain several times, as if he were a person with a strong desire for revenge. Moreover, when he left, Lu He saw the veins bulging on Han Biao's forehead, which was an expression of extreme anger.

I have a feeling that this person is dangerous.