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"No!" The simple and powerful words proved that she had nothing to hide, so she was not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door.
"Look, she admitted it; she harmed you," Fu Jun said excitedly, unable to contain his anger as he wished he could rush forward and give that old woman a piece of his mind.
"Ma'am," Bai Song said, wanting to avoid any further delay. He knew that after the Yamen Runner's death, things would escalate. He looked at her gently and explained, "Today's competition depends on who you choose to vote for with your card. Just now, while you were unconscious, the Yamen Runner was killed. Therefore, we cannot afford to delay this matter any longer; we must trouble you."
Bai Song did not adopt an authoritative demeanor but treated the old woman with respect as if she were an elder. His respectful attitude earned him a measure of respect from Qing Luan as well.
Only when you respect others will you receive their respect in return; this saying could not be more accurate.
As soon as Bai Song finished speaking, everyone's gaze was fixed on the old woman who had just regained consciousness. She looked down at the card in her hand and remained silent for a long time before raising her head to meet Qing Luan's gaze. She smiled slightly and handed it to her, saying, "Your noodles are filled with emotions; this is what you deserve!"
"Yay... we won, we won!" Yun Nishang exclaimed, jumping up without regard for her image. Yun Yiqing facepalmed and moved away from her, feeling embarrassed for the royal family.
"You old hag, are you tired of living? How could you vote for her? Don't you know she's trying to harm you?" Fu Jun shouted furiously, completely taken aback by the outcome.
Everyone was agitated—some were happy, some were angry—except for Qing Luan, who quietly stared at the hard-earned card in her hand. She appeared calm as if it were rightfully hers, showing no emotion at all.
"You little brat, didn't your father teach you to respect your elders?" The old woman shot a cold glance at him and said icily, "The card is in my hands; I can give it to whoever I want. You have no right to scold me... The Fu Family is going downhill if they produce someone as despicable as you. Aren't you ashamed? It's quite alarming!"
"What do you think you are to insult me?" Fu Jun roared in anger and stepped forward as if to strike her but was stopped by two people—Qing Luan and Fu Tianlin. Their serious expressions and the anger in their eyes made Fu Jun retract his hand, his face turning pale as he struggled to find words.
"Lord Bai, you should make a decision regarding the outcome of this competition. If Fu Jun continues to act recklessly here, I won't hesitate to deal with him using my own methods..." The words were directed at Bai Song, but her cold gaze was fixed on Fu Jun, filled with menace.
"Everyone, quiet down," Bai Song raised his voice and shouted, "I announce the results of today's competition: Ruyi Tower wins..." As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar erupted, filled with joy, anger, and disappointment. Every face displayed extreme expressions, but the emotions were different.
"My ten thousand taels! Haha, not bad, we won!" Bai Feiyang chimed in, looking at Fu Jun's ashen face and teasing him with a grin, completely oblivious to how lewd his expression appeared.
"No, I can't lose. They are all Imperial Chefs from the palace; how could they possibly lose to a mere Merchant's Daughter?" Fu Jun shook his head in disbelief at the outcome. He turned to glare at the once arrogant Imperial Chef and angrily questioned, "Didn't you say you would definitely win? You were so proud in the palace; how could you lose so miserably here?"
The Imperial Chef's expression changed under Fu Jun's scolding, but he ultimately sighed and remained silent... He looked at Qing Luan, who wore a calm expression, and inwardly cursed: At his age, he was outdone by this young child. If he weren't so greedy for silver and fame, he should be enjoying a peaceful life now, respected by others.
"Regardless of what you think, you lost the competition. From now on, you and your mother and sister must leave the capital immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless," Qing Luan said coldly.
"You..." Fu Jun's face darkened, but he bit his lip and couldn't say anything.
"Fu Jun, just go. Otherwise, even your father won't tolerate you," Fu Tianlin stepped forward with a heavy expression and said, "What you did today was already disapproved by the family. You insisted on competing, which has affected the reputation of the Fu Family. If you continue to break your promises, your father will definitely not keep you!"
"It’s you, Fu Tianlin! You’re the one who harmed me; you and Zhu Qingluan conspired against me! You want to get rid of me!" Fu Jun panicked and completely forgot how confident he had been initially. All he could think about now was what kind of life he would have if he left the capital and the Fu Family.
The thought of a life of poverty and hardship was something he did not want to face.
If he were willing to be poor, he wouldn't have been used by others to do such things.
"Fu Tianlin, stop wasting your breath on him. A person like him will never understand where he went wrong; it's always someone else's fault. So whatever is said is wrong—get him out of here!" She was impatient with such a man; if Fu Jun had lost gracefully without being petty about it, she wouldn't have minded as much.
But his disgusting and sinister demeanor was unbearable for her; it was better to have him leave sooner rather than later.
"No, I don't want to leave, no," Fu Jun shook his head and took a few steps back before turning and running away. He needed to find Su Yuanhang; he had to do everything himself. He had promised he would win, but what was the result? He lost everything, dragging his mother and sister down with him, ruining their lives forever.
"Follow him," Qing Luan instructed upon seeing this.
"Yes!" A-Song replied as he hurried after him.
"Old Madam, are you alright?" Qing Luan expressed her gratitude to the old woman for not making things difficult for her and directly handing over the sign. If she had encountered someone less accommodating, she truly didn't know how things would have turned out.
"It's just an old ailment; I won't die from it!" The old woman looked at Qing Luan with a broad smile, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Miss Zhu," the Imperial Chef hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to ask, "May I inquire about something? Could you please enlighten me?"
"Please go ahead, sir," Qing Luan replied without any airs, maintaining a humble demeanor.
"I just saw the noodles you made. The ingredients and flavors are completely incomparable to mine. Why did I lose?" This was his confusion; until he understood it, he would never find peace in his life.
Seeing that this was his question, Qing Luan smiled slightly and gently explained, "Sir, you are a highly esteemed Imperial Chef in the palace, valued even more than the Emperor himself. However, today's competition involved only common folk. What they seek is joy after being well-fed, not the approval of others..." She hoped that was clear enough!
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