Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 3217: Might Bring Total Ruin to the Yin Family

Yin Qing was a police officer. Like any other police officer, she had sharp instincts, and she was in the habit of being suspicious about everything.

Right now, Yin Qing suspected that her bracelet had fallen into the lotus pond at Lotus Pavilion and hadn’t actually been given back to her. He had probably pocketed it instead.

She didn’t even stop to think what use would Zhuo Cheran, a man, have for a bracelet? Was he going to wear it for fun?

Her mind was a ss. She was terrified that this matter might bring total ruin to the Yin family.

Yin Qing knew how the law worked in ancient tis. The central governnt held absolute power, with the emperor wielding the authority over life and death. He especially loved implicating entire families and delivering punishnts that swept households in one fell swoop.

The selling of people into slavery and prostitution was legal. When a family was involved in a cri, the won, while not usually sentenced to death, often ended up in miserable situations.

As for appealing? It was an utter joke.

Yin Qing deeply regretted forming her ard force. If she had a choice, she would rather not co into this era at all. Life in the modern world was comfortable. There, she worked a stable job, earned money, and could go wherever she wanted in the world.

In ancient tis, people relied on their legs to get around and had to shout to communicate. Won held a low status, and n had absolute authority over them. Yin Qing concluded that ti-travel wasn’t all that glamorous.

Even a few good-looking n couldn’t make up for her overwhelming urge to die and go back ho.

But she didn’t dare to die either. What if she actually did?

Yin Qing: What can I do? I also feel a lot of despair…

There were still over a hundred people whose fates she needed to decide on. Just thinking about them gave her a splitting headache.

Should she kill them? There were far too many of them for that.

Let them go? Who knew what they might say if she let them go?

Keep them? That ant feeding a ton of mouths.

The Yin family was a small household. Yin Guangyuan was just a low-ranking official in the Ministry of Rites with no real power. Supporting so many people was too heavy a burden for Yin Qing.

She was caught between a rock and a hard place. She was under siege from all sides.

Yin Qing felt like tearing her hair out.

Why had she even created this ard force? She’d have been better off just firing a cannon by herself whenever trouble ca knocking.

Why had she lost that bracelet in the first place?

She was so tired.

Fate gave her no choice. All she wished for now was to be an ordinary woman tucked away in the inner chambers of a household.

Yin Qing waited in terror for Zhuo Cheran to return victorious.

How was she going to explain the issue of the guns? How could she explain Hongling’s death?

Could she really pin it on Su Zhuru? Hongling hadn’t died imdiately, back then. She hadn’t struck a fatal blow on purpose, precisely to avoid an irreconcilable conflict with the Su family.

Maybe she could say Hongling didn’t recover during treatnt and passed away.

Yin Qing wiped her face. Whether she lived or died… Well, she would leave it to fate.

This was absolute misery…

anwhile, Ning Shu told Lianqiao to go fetch a food box. She wrapped the gun with a handkerchief, and when Lianqiao returned with the box, Ning Shu tucked the weapon inside.

“To the study,” Ning Shu said, while taking small, asured steps toward the study. Lianqiao followed behind, holding the food box.

“Miss, shouldn’t we put so food in it for the master?” she asked.

Was it really okay to show up with an empty food box?

“This thing is quite palatable,” Ning Shu replied. Marquis Xuanping had eaten all kinds of delicacies. This was the one thing he’d be curious to try.

Ning Shu was stopped at the door of the study.

A servant said, “Miss, Master is busy. You should go back.”

Busy?

More likely, the marquis was just tired of her.

Ning Shu didn’t get upset. She simply said to the servant, “Give this food box to my father.”

Lianqiao quickly shoved the box into the servant’s hands. He looked uncomfortable. “Miss…”

“Go on, he won’t bla you,” Ning Shu said. She remained in place and waited for the servant to deliver it.

MTL Editor: Ran