The Empress' Livestream - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: My Host Can’t be That Violent (VI)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Jiang Pengji stood up and glared at the servant. “You used your parents’ position in the Liu manor to get the night patrol to let you into the inner yard. You saw the night maid, knocked her out, and had your way with her! Underneath your sleeves there are the marks that she left behind in her struggle. How do you explain that?”
That servant took a step back and held onto his arms tightly.
In that era, if a servant dared to force himself on anyone, the punishment would be carried out by the family. They could even be beaten to death.
When the head servant brought the maid over, her condition was worse than what Jiang Pengji had imagined.
The couple had not known what trouble their son had caused. He would most definitely be held down and beaten to death.
The servant’s gaze turned feral when he saw his parents’ expressions. He looked around as he came to terms with what he had done and the punishment that awaited him. In a fit of rage, he yelled, “I’ll kill you!”
Jiang Pengji dodged him with ease, and the whole room plunged into chaos. No one expected him to attack his own master.
When Jiang Pengji evaded him, he changed his target to Madam Hu. She was the perfect target because she was still weak and ill.
Unfortunately for him, Jiang Pengji had predicted his moves. She opened her sandalwood fan and slapped it against his face. She then delivered a swift kick to the back of his knees, easily toppling him.
She folded her fan and smacked him with it. She must have used all her strength; the force of the blow made him fall to the floor. A large welt started to swell from his temple to his nose, and one of his eyes began streaming with bloody tears.
“My fan is dirty.”
She threw the bloodstained fan on the floor next to the quivering mess that was wailing in pain.
Finally, Jiang Pengji had the other servants restrain the servant’s parents.
The room was dead silent, and even the stream’s screen was devoid of any comments.
“You searched their house right?” Jiang Pengji asked the head servant. “How much did they take from us? Deliver them to the magistrate’s office as per the law, but first make them drink the poison that will cause them to become mute. As for their son…” Jiang Pengji chuckled. “Gather all the servants. We’ll let everyone know what it means to be beaten to death!” 4
According to the law, the moment the couple arrived at the magistrate’s office, they were as good as dead because the punishment for them would be death. The couple knew too much about the Liu family. If they did not drink the poison that would make them mute, they would not be allowed to leave.
The tension in the room was so thick that it felt suffocating, but the head servant was used to it. He calmly replied, “Langjun, we have completed the investigation.”
The head servant was embarrassed to find that the couple had been stealing so much from right under his nose.
Langjun has really grown up. He can settle these matters and still remain calm.
“You must be startled.” Jiang Pengji turned her attention to Madam Hu. “Please remember to consult a physician and get a medication to calm your nerves.”
Madam Hu was startled by the turn of events. But she quickly regained her composure, and she brought her attention back to the silhouette on her silk fan.
Jiang Pengji’s voice quickly brought her back to reality. She lost interest in the situation and gave a low hum in reply before letting the maids escort her back to her room.
The stream’s screen was now bursting with activity. The comments showed the viewers’ disbelief and suspicions. Some viewers even reprimanded Jiang Pengji for being too ruthless… The more they commented, the more obvious it was that the viewers believed that the stream was real.
Weisuo Yuwei: “I truly believe that the host has gone back in time… But as a modern person, where are your morals? You just destroyed a person’s sight and now you want to beat him to death in front of everyone? It’s too cruel!” 1
Most of the comments were similar in nature. They felt that Jiang Pengji was too cold and cruel.
She smirked inwardly and let the System make her own font bold and large for the stream.
Host V: “Who said I’m modern or from the same era as you?”
They wanted her to adhere to the morals and ethics set by their era? Jiang Pengji? The one who had been in an intergalactic war for 30 years and claimed the lives of millions?
She had her own way of doing things—as long as no one crossed her.
And if they did? Too bad for them.
Host V: “Let me introduce myself. I am Jiang Pengji. Regimental Commander of Corps Seven of the Intergalactic Federation, General First Class. I may have been appointed Supreme Commander after my death. If I were to calculate my time based on your world, I would be someone from 10-20 thousand years after your time.”
She was tapping the ground rhythmically with her wooden clogs.
Host V: “This era is not the peaceful one you’re used to. There are no human rights here. What you saw here will only become more common in the future. You and I are from two different generations. Meeting on this channel was fate. If you’re curious and want to stay, I welcome you with open arms. If you’re not happy, you can leave anytime.” 2
System: “…”
This was the worst host the System ever had, and she was probably the most self-important streamer the viewers had ever seen.
The System was pissed. “What you just did… You will make everyone leave in anger.”
Jiang Pengji smirked and confidently declared, “Don’t worry. They won’t. We’ll have more viewers.”
The System did not understand, and Jiang Pengji was too lazy to explain.
“A streamer from a few thousand years into the future was thrown into the past that had taken place a few thousand years ago? How could this not be a trick?” the viewers thought.
The System quickly regained its composure after it found that the number of viewers was reaching 2,000. Soon it would reach the 2,500 benchmark… But why had no one given Jiang Pengji any lollipops?
“How old are you?”
Jiang Pengji took a red wooden plank from one of the servants and walked towards the maid who had been attacked by the servant. The maid wanted to hide, and if someone were not watching her, she would have taken her own life.
“Thirteen this year.”
Though the maid was 13, she looked like she was 15 or 16.
Jiang Pengji handed the wooden plank over to the girl. The maid looked at it with confusion and fear. Jiang Pengji knelt down to her eye level and held the girl’s chin. “He’s all tied up, and he can’t move. You can hit him until he dies. If he’s not dead when you’re done, I’ll let him live!” 2
The other servants had no idea what was happening, but when they Jiang Pengji’s words, they all let out a collective gasp.
Jiang Pengji did not care about the servants. She coldly asked the maid, “Will you do it?”
The maid’s breaths were quick and shallow. Her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at the wooden plank in Jiang Pengji’s hand. Suddenly she became composed.
“Thank you, Langjun!”