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Fu Jun was desperately looking for trouble, pressuring Bai Song to announce the competition results. Yun Nishang strongly opposed him, and the two were locked in a stalemate, while Qing Luan seemed completely unconcerned, her eyes fixed intently on the old woman.
"Everyone disperse," Qing Luan shouted angrily at the slowly gathering crowd, sensing that something was wrong with the situation. She then addressed the people accompanying the old woman, saying, "Don't touch her..."
The maid who had intended to reach out and help hesitated and pulled her hand back after hearing Qing Luan's stern words.
"Hmph, don't pretend to be a good person. If there wasn't something wrong with your noodles, would she be like this? When she came in earlier, she was fine; now she's on the brink of death. Isn't it your doing?" Seeing that the situation was at a standstill, Fu Jun viciously berated Qing Luan, hoping to sway everyone to his side and have them acknowledge that he had won the competition.
"Shut up!" Furrowing her brows, Qing Luan's expression shifted from its usual calm demeanor to one of cold menace as she threatened, "Fu Jun, if you say one more word, do you believe you won't see tomorrow's sunrise?" Such a person, who disregarded others' lives for his own benefit, deserved to perish.
"You..." Fu Jun's face turned pale with fear at her words. The others were also taken aback by her expression; she had always been gentle and sweet, but when she turned fierce, it was terrifying. A palpable aura of danger filled the air, making even Fu Jun hesitate to protest further.
Seeing that the noisy atmosphere had finally quieted down and the crowd around the old woman had slowly retreated, Qing Luan reached out to support her body, gently helping her lean against herself as she squatted down. She didn't let the old woman lie down or move: "Little Luo, go find a doctor!"
"A-Song has already gone," Little Luo replied just as A-Song arrived carrying a doctor on his back.
"Make way, make way," A-Song shouted as he squeezed through with the doctor and a medicine box hanging from his chest.
"You can't move her," just as the doctor was about to take action, a small girl beside the old woman suddenly reached out to stop him and firmly said, "My master is fine; you can't touch her."
"Girl, can't you see your master's face has changed?" someone said in confusion and dissatisfaction.
No matter how they urged her, the small girl refused to compromise. She stood her ground against the doctor, who couldn't proceed either. This left Qing Luan feeling quite speechless. Noticing that the girl seemed knowledgeable enough about the situation, an idea struck her. She reached out and felt around on the old woman's body until she found a hard bottle in a pouch at her waist. Opening it up, she took out some pills and asked the small girl, "Does your master need to take this medicine?"
"I..." The girl's eyes flashed with uncertainty as she nearly burst into tears.
Seeing her in such a daze, Qing Luan decided to take matters into her own hands. Treating it as a last resort, she pried open the old woman's mouth and directly shoved the pill inside before taking water from Little Luo and forcing it down her throat.
Time passed, second by second...
"Make way, make way," a loud voice drew the attention of the crowd. Unhappy murmurs arose as people turned to see who was pushing through. Upon recognizing the Yamen Runner, everyone instinctively stepped aside, eager to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Someone reported that someone has been poisoned to death?" the leader questioned arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt, as if his presence here was an insult to his status.
"My master is not dead," the young girl protested indignantly.
"Shut up, you have no right to speak here," the Yamen Runner behind her barked, causing the girl to shrink back, fear flashing across her face.
"That's her," Fu Jun declared with righteous indignation upon seeing the Yamen Runner approach. "That Old Madam ate the noodles she made and collapsed on the ground. She must be the one responsible; you should arrest her!" As long as Zhu Qingluan was captured, he would surely win the competition.
Thinking about how close he was to obtaining Jade Pavilion and Ruyi Tower, a smug smile spread across Fu Jun's face, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Bai Song watched the scene unfold without speaking, casting a suspicious glance at the leading Yamen Runner, puzzled by their swift arrival—was this premeditated?
"You little wretch, get up! A life for a life; are you tired of living? Your methods are so cruel and vicious that even an old person isn't spared," the Yamen Runner spat venomously, stepping forward to grab Qing Luan, but was stopped by someone.
"Shut your mouth," Yun Yiqing stood up, narrowing her eyes at the arrogant Yamen Runner with a cold smile. "Who gave you the audacity to act so brazenly here? A mere Yamen Runner dares to speak such words; who do you think you are?" She wasn't foolish; she understood there was more to this situation than met the eye.
"What are you?" The leading Yamen Runner still hadn't grasped everything happening around him. Thinking he had landed an easy job today, he had let his arrogance blind him to the facts—he only knew he was supposed to deal with a lowly Merchant's Daughter, which made his tone exceedingly haughty. Because of this ignorance, he would meet a grim fate... without gaining any benefits, he would lose his life instead.
"Slap!" Yun Yiqing's temper was unpredictable; the more charming her smile, the more ruthless she became. The sound of her slap left everyone stunned. "You damned mutt! How dare you ask who I am? You aren't worthy to know!"
"You... you... are tired of living?" The slapped Yamen Runner stood there in shock, covering his face and trembling as he threatened weakly. "Someone! Capture her! I will teach her a lesson so she knows who can be touched and who cannot!"
Qing Luan smiled silently at his threat—this guy was truly amusing, openly declaring his own demise with such self-awareness!
Yun Nishang and the others were stunned by his words, black lines appearing on their foreheads as they held their heads in mourning for him.
"Doesn't Fu Jun know their identities?" Bai Feiyang asked, somewhat incredulous.
"He spends every day just eating and waiting to die; how could he possibly know these things..." Fu Tianlin replied, sitting back as if watching a show, completely unfazed by the scene unfolding before him.
If someone wanted to die, it wasn't his place to stop them!
"Oh wow!" Bai Feiyang exclaimed, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, which made Fu Tianlin roll his eyes.
"Fortunately, today's events have nothing to do with the Fu Family; otherwise, I would have slapped him dead already!" Since he had previously discussed this with Zhu Qingluan, only Fu Jun would meet his end, with no ties to the Fu Family.
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A dismal June 1st, crowded with people and then drenched by heavy rain... it was a miserable sight!
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