On a bustling street in the capital, three striking youths walked along, close and affectionate with one another.
The girl was in the middle, linking her arms affectionately through those of the two boys beside her.
The older-looking boy and the girl bore a subtle resemblance to each other—it was clear at a glance that they were siblings.
As for the other boy, though dressed in male attire, he had an air about him that made him seem more like an adorable young girl.
"Brother Wuqing, the capital is so vast—where are we supposed to look for Mother?"
The adorable youth asked the older boy, looking quite at a loss.
"Let's try asking around! Mother is quite well-known; surely someone must know of her! And if not, we can always seek out her sworn brother!"
The older boy replied.
"Brother Wuqing, let's get something to eat! Tianci is hungry!"
The boy who looked like a girl said, wearing a pitiful expression.
Just as the three were about to look for a place to dine, several burly, tall men blocked their path.
"What do you want?"
The boy named Wuqing asked, staring at the men without a hint of fear.
"Heh! What do we want? Don't play dumb, kid—just hand over what you stole from us, and be quick about it!"
The leader of the men said, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"You're making false accusations! We didn't steal anything from you!"
The girl retorted, her voice full of indignation.
"Heh! Still denying it, you little thief? If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for searching you ourselves!"
Another man said, leering with a lascivious grin. After the burly man finished speaking, the group's gazes locked onto the young girl.
Their eyes laid their intentions bare: they meant to harass the girl—who, despite her youth, already possessed a shapely, curvaceous figure.
The youth leading the trio frowned and cast a glance around the surroundings.
Seeing that the bystanders—though clearly angry—dared not utter a word, he realized that these men were likely not to be trifled with.
Yet, the youth felt no fear; for he, himself, was even less to be trifled with.
Had they been in the city of Dengzhou, no ruffian would have dared to harass these three—for they belonged to the Long family, the most prominent and powerful clan in the contemporary martial arts world.
The leader, Long Wuqing, was the son of the Long family's eldest young master, Long Tianxiang, conceived after Long Tianxiang was raped by Pang Xing.
The youth with the appearance of a lovely girl was Long Tianci—the illegitimate offspring of the young mistress, Yun Yuxin, and her illicit lover.
The girl—who appeared only thirteen or fourteen years old yet already possessed a curvaceous, well-developed figure—was Long Yujing, the product of an incestuous union between Long Tianxiang and his own biological mother, Lan Lingsu.
Though these three youths appeared innocent and charming, they were, in truth, lethally dangerous.
Blessed with extraordinary innate talent and further honed by advanced martial arts techniques, they each possessed a level of strength that defied belief.
Long Wuqing had reached the late stage of the Xiantian (innate) realm, while both Long Tianci and Long Yujing had attained the early stage of the same realm.
As for these burly men—who relied on their status as retainers to a powerful, elite family in the capital—they were about to find themselves in a great deal of misfortune.
"What do you think you're doing?"
A cold, icy voice rang out from behind the men. Upon hearing this voice, the men felt a sudden jolt of dread; they knew that even their own master wouldn't dare to provoke the person to whom this voice belonged.
Turning to look at the newcomer, they cursed their luck inwardly. One of them stammered, "Officer Qing, we were just bored—just having a bit of fun with these kids, that's all!"
"Having 'fun,' are you? Hmph! Report yourselves to the Zhongjing Prefecture office shortly. If you don't, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your lives."
Qing Shuanghua spoke, her expression icy.
Seeing her, Tianci cried out joyfully, "Aunt Qing! I've missed you so much!"
With that, he threw himself into her arms.
He nuzzled his face—with practiced ease—against her chest, where her breasts had grown noticeably fuller.
Observing this intimate display, the men groaned internally, lamenting their misfortune in crossing paths with someone so close to Qing Shuanghua.
They decided to turn themselves in at the Zhongjing Prefecture office immediately, hoping to avoid falling directly into her hands.
Just a few days prior, the son of a high-ranking second-tier official—who had arrived in the capital from out of town—had been foolish enough to grope Qing Shuanghua's breast. The result? He was left severely injured.
According to the imperial physicians, it would take a full year of recovery for him to return to any semblance of health. These men certainly didn't have a high-ranking official for a father; falling into Qing Shuanghua's clutches would surely mean certain death.
The men, who usually delighted in harassing beautiful women, fled the scene at the sight of this peerless beauty—scurrying away like mice encountering a cat. Qing Shuanghua paid no mind to the men fleeing the scene. With one arm, she held Tianci—who was nuzzling his face against her breasts—while her other arm embraced Yujing, who had excitedly thrown herself into her arms. She then led them toward the nearest tavern.
Wuqing followed silently behind Qing Shuanghua, hoping to pick up some news about me once they arrived.
When Sister Qing entered a private room on the third floor with the three children, the tavern proprietor was left looking completely stunned; he was, after all, accustomed to seeing only a cold, icy expression on her face.
Having witnessed the tenderness she showed toward Tianci and Yujing, the proprietor even began to wonder if they might be her illegitimate children.
When the waiter who had delivered the food emerged from the private room, he wore a dazed, vacant expression—a sight that piqued the proprietor's curiosity.
Upon learning the reason, the proprietor felt a pang of secret envy at the waiter's stroke of luck.
It turned out that while the waiter was serving the meal, the beautiful young girl had accidentally stumbled.
As she fell, she tugged at the conservative, cyan-colored gown worn by the "Divine Catcher" Qing, revealing her long, shapely legs and a pair of sheer, provocative underpants.
Just as the waiter was feasting his eyes on the glimpse of her private parts—partially obscured between her thighs—and marveling at his own good fortune, the girl grabbed the edge of the Divine Catcher's undergarment in an attempt to steady herself.
The result was another fall, which caused the thin fabric of the Divine Catcher's underpants to tear apart completely.
Her delicate, pink-hued private parts—adorned with a sparse patch of pubic hair—were laid entirely bare before the waiter's gaze.
At the sight of those beautiful, alluring genitals, the waiter's cock sprang to attention. Just as the waiter couldn't help but swallow hard, Wu Qing shooed him out of the private room.