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The Unyielding Older Queen
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"You little brat, how dare you splash water on me! This is outrageous! Someone, give him a good beating!" A coarse, grating voice cut through the noise of the bustling market, standing out starkly.
Zi Wan turned to see a burly man with thick brows and bulging eyes pointing at a frail young boy, cursing loudly.
The hulking figure looked like a drowned rat, completely soaked and in disarray.
Meanwhile, the young boy kept his head slightly lowered, staring at the empty basin in his hands, his thin lips pressed together.
Zi Wan crossed her arms and squeezed into the crowd, watching the scene unfold with amusement as four or five shirtless men slowly approached the boy, barely able to contain their glee.
This young boy was a mortal undergoing Tribulation Tempering, a Xian Jun.
Under normal circumstances, she should have intervened to help her colleague who was being bullied. Unfortunately, this Jian Cen Xian Jun was simply too detestable, having repeatedly ruined several of her romantic prospects.
While her peers were getting married and having children, she remained a pitiful leftover woman, often subjected to ridicule.
A dark-skinned man grabbed the boy by his collar and lifted him off the ground, dangling him in mid-air. "How dare you splash water on my boss? Do you have a death wish?"
The boy was only about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in tattered coarse cloth. His silky black hair was somewhat disheveled, but his features were delicate—rosy lips and white teeth, with eyes that sparkled like stars.
Jian Cen glanced at the man with indifference. "I have nothing to say; it's just wrong for him to bully that sister over there..."
Everyone's gaze shifted to the girl standing nearby.
The girl sat on the ground in disarray, her face filled with fear, tears smudging her makeup, yet her beautiful features were still discernible.
Zi Wan touched her chin, surprised that this guy could still charm women even after becoming a man. Now he was putting on a show of "hero saving the beauty" to win her favor.
Zi Wan was eagerly waiting to see Jian Cen get a good beating. Just then, she felt a gentle pat on her shoulder. Turning around, she met a smiling face.
"A Zi, how come you’re causing such a stir after coming down? I finally found you. Hmm… what are you looking at?"
Huan Mo Lin brought Zi Wan closer, naturally holding her delicate hand, his smile warm like the sun in March.
At that moment, a loud thud echoed from the center of the crowd. Zi Wan's heart skipped a beat as she peered over the sea of heads and saw Jian Cen knocked to the ground by a punch.
His right cheek was grotesquely swollen, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, a shocking sight.
"This…"
Isn't that the prince from Nine Heavens? Huan Mo Lin's gaze flickered with something strange.
Zi Wan cleared her throat. To maintain her lovely image in Huan Mo Lin's eyes, she leaped forward and threw herself onto Jian Cen, wrapping her arms around the burly man's fist poised to strike again. Secretly casting a spell to freeze his movement, she deliberately made a pitiful expression and pleaded, "Hero, the child doesn’t understand. Please let him go. I apologize on his behalf!"
The onlookers were stunned into silence by this sudden turn of events.
Only Huan Mo Lin waved his fan slightly, seemingly understanding something as he smiled knowingly and nodded at Zi Wan.
"Do you... want to die too?" The burly man attempted to throw a heavy punch, but found his body completely out of control. Instead, he turned around and swung his fist directly into the face of the drenched leader, sending him crashing into a nearby chicken coop.
Instantly, chickens took flight, feathers scattered everywhere, and sticky egg yolk splattered all over the so-called leader's clothes.
Zi Wan glanced at Jian Cen, who lay on the ground barely conscious, then looked at Huan Mo Lin, who was staring intently at her. Gritting her teeth, she decided to play the role of a good person to the end. Frowning, she picked up the filthy little boy and cradled him in her arms.
Jian Cen was terrifyingly thin; apart from the swollen parts of his face, he had little color elsewhere—his skin was completely pale. He felt light in her arms, with bones pressing against her arm.
A surge of maternal instinct filled Zi Wan's eyes with concern.
After all, he was still a Little Disciple...
The guy who usually basked in success now found himself in such a dire situation.
If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have acted impulsively, getting Si Ming Jun drunk and completely ruining Jian Cen's Ming Book.
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