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Hong Qianjun came to check on Mu Jinkun and found his most outstanding student in a state of utter despair, vomiting uncontrollably, with a headache so severe that tears and snot streamed down his face.
He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if only he could have stopped Mu Jinkun, this situation might have been avoided.
"Master, I want to kill Jiang Han!"
"My head hurts so much!"
"What kind of drink is this? It's like a torture device! My head is pounding, I can't sleep at all, and my whole body feels awful."
Seeing Hong Qianjun arrive, Mu Jinkun immediately cried out for help.
When Hong Qianjun approached the bedside, he saw that although Mu Jinkun was drunk, the pain was too much for him to truly be intoxicated. He looked utterly miserable, which tugged at Hong Qianjun's heartstrings.
It was Mu Jinkun's first time drinking strong liquor, and whether or not he had eaten beforehand didn't matter; he couldn't sleep or vomit, feeling completely wretched.
Hong Qianjun could only comfort him, saying, "Disciple, disciple, next time let’s not drink that kind of alcohol!"
"Not drinking it again! Master, that wasn’t alcohol; it was poison! I feel terrible!"
"Jiang Han! I will tear you to pieces!"
After his furious outburst, Mu Jinkun looked at Hong Qianjun with bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent. "Master, Jiang Han's promise to spare me was the biggest mistake of his life. I will make him pay for it. Once I recover, I will kill Jiang Han! If I don’t kill him, my hatred won’t be resolved."
Hearing this, Hong Qianjun closed his eyes and nodded slowly. "Alright, alright. I will assist you; we must kill Jiang Han!"
He opened his eyes and saw Mu Jinkun’s ghastly appearance. His resentment towards Jiang Han surged even higher.
Outside the door, the Ninth Princess hesitated to enter. Seeing Mu Jinkun in such a state worried her; she feared it would tarnish the perfect image she had of him in her mind. She silently vowed to herself that she would definitely kill Jiang Han!
Meanwhile, Langya Prince and Che Chengyun concluded their discussion about driving Ling Xue away and sending her to Jiang Han's side to lie in wait for an opportunity to strike.
Soon enough, everyone believed that Ling Xue had been cast out by Langya Prince due to her failure in the dance competition and was now wandering the streets.
As she roamed about, she found herself outside Jiang Han's shop. Cen Ya was just closing up when she spotted Ling Xue in tattered clothes and a dirty face.
"What happened to you?" Cen Ya asked.
Ling Xue recounted her pre-prepared tale of woe about how Langya Prince had mistreated her after her dance competition failure and how he had thrown her out onto the streets. After sharing her sob story, Cen Ya felt pity for her and offered money for Ling Xue to stay at an inn.
She didn't rush to have Ling Xue come into the shop to help out; Cen Ya still maintained some caution.
Seeing that Cen Ya had no guard up against her, Ling Xue realized she had completed the first step of her plan. She put on a pitiful expression as she took the money from Cen Ya and headed off to find lodging for the night, planning to return the next day.
In due time, under the guise of repayment, I will see if I can stay close to Cen Ya. By getting closer to those around Jiang Han, I can draw nearer to him as well. This must be approached slowly; there is no need to rush.
After Cen Ya saw Ling Xue leave, she closed the tavern's door and went to the backyard, where she informed Jiang Han of everything that had transpired. Upon hearing this, Jiang Han learned that Ling Xue, the singer from Langya Wangfu who was competing in a dance with Piao Xue Princess, had encountered great misfortune. With a sigh, she said, "Let’s give her some money so she can find a good family and get married!"
"Alright, I will look for her tomorrow," Cen Ya nodded in agreement.
Time passed swiftly, and the next day began with the morning court session. Mu Jinkun had a splitting headache and had not yet attended the court. Meanwhile, Hong Qianjun noticed that even his best Mu Jinkun could not compare to Jiang Han's poetry. Immediately, he expressed his desire to cancel the wager, claiming that the loser would face execution!
Hong Qianjun sought to change the terms of the bet, but this action only drew sharp rebukes from the Great Zhou civil and military officials. Su Qianxue remained calm, waiting for their argument to conclude before announcing her intention to take Mu Jinkun's life.
At the Royal Post Station, Mu Jinkun had hardly slept through the night. Having consumed copious amounts of water to dilute the alcohol in his system, he managed to survive. Leaning against the bed in a half-dream state, he felt as though the entire world was an illusion yet still murmured, "Jiang Han! Oh Jiang Han! I survived! The splitting headache has eased considerably; by this afternoon, I should be able to sleep soundly. Just you wait."
"I plan to sleep for three whole days and nights. When I wake up, I will tear you apart, Jiang Han!" He began to fantasize about how he would deal with Jiang Han upon waking and what methods he would employ.
He thought of a way to lure Jiang Han outside the capital. At that point, he would strike with force—capture Jiang Han and then torment him. That particular drink must be forced upon Jiang Han as well; he should drink four bottles of it. He wanted Jiang Han to experience firsthand this excruciating headache.
Once Jiang Han had recovered somewhat after drinking, he would make him drink another four bottles before subjecting him to further torment. After three or four rounds of continuous suffering, he would begin by cutting off Jiang Han's fingers—one at a time—taking pleasure in torturing him.
Once he had severed all ten of Jiang Han's fingers and toes, he would meticulously scrape off his flesh while relishing in Jiang Han's cries of agony. It was essential that he tortured Jiang Han for a full hundred days.
Otherwise, it would be hard to resolve the hatred in my heart.
Mu Jinkun thought and thought, feeling a surge of joy, breaking into a silly grin as he muttered, "Jiang Han, you let me live!"
Just wait, he chuckled to himself, I will make you regret coming into this world! The pleas I showed you will be repaid tenfold!
The maids responsible for taking care of Mu Jinkun heard these words but dared not speak up.
Just as Mu Jinkun was daydreaming about how to torment Jiang Han, a sudden rush of footsteps echoed from outside the house.
Before Mu Jinkun could react, a team of Imperial Guards burst into his room. Leading the charge were Yan Dong and Su Qianxue's Personal Eunuch.
Swish, swish, swish!
Swish!
Yan Dong drew his sword, aiming it at Mu Jinkun, while the other Female Guards also unsheathed their swords to control the maids in the room.
The Personal Eunuch opened the imperial edict and announced: "By order of the Da Zhou Emperor, Mu Jinkun has lost; the bet is death—immediate execution!"
What?
Immediate execution?
Upon hearing this, Mu Jinkun felt most of his drunkenness fade away. He stared in shock at the Personal Eunuch.
He kept asking, "Jiang Han said I would be spared, didn’t he? I’m still alive! Why am I being executed?"
Shopkeeper Jiang said to spare you!
Yes, but our Emperor did not say to spare you!
As Yan Dong's words fell, Mu Jinkun's eyes widened in disbelief.
He swallowed hard and murmured, "Is there a mistake? Perhaps it wasn’t meant for me; it must have been a mix-up!"
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