Chapter Thirty-Four: The Strange Battlefront

Yu Shiyan clenched the hairpin in his hand without saying a word, numbly curling up his bruised body.

It's fine.

That's how it's always been.

I'm used to it now.

For my mother's sake, and to avoid being controlled by others again, I must endure this...

"Did you hear me?! Don't play dumb with me!"

“What good stuff could Shen Sanlang possibly have in his possession?”

You're a member of the Shen family, how could you be so destitute as to steal a worthless item?

Besides, it seems you, Shen Sanlang, don't have much influence. You couldn't even get your hands on such a useless piece of trash.

The group put their arms around each other and burst into laughter, their mockery making Shen Ruozhu's face turn pale and then red.

"How could I not get it! Besides, I was just looking at the hairpin he was holding that looked like the one Miss Shen Yan often wore!"

He stubbornly insisted.

"Isn't Miss Shen Yan the top courtesan of Xiangyu Tower? Oh my, I didn't expect that Shen Sanlang is actually a regular customer of Miss Shen Yan. He truly deserves to be the son of the Grand Tutor."

Next time we go, you must give us a good introduction!

"Of course!"

Shen Ruozhu had only made up a reason on the spot, but after hearing the flattery of several people, she immediately raised her head and looked smug.

"If you know what's good for you, hand it over now. Stop looking around, and see who dares to come out and save you?"

He stomped Yu Shiyan's face hard on the ground, and just looking down at him like that gave him an indescribable pleasure.

After all, there are very few people in this world who dare to trample a prince underfoot.

"No... I won't hand it over."

Yu Shiyan's chest rose and fell slightly, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Still dare to talk back?!"

Shen Ruozhu scoffed, grabbed his hair, and raised her other hand high, about to bring it down.

Everyone held their breath, savoring the impending pleasure of being the so-called perpetrators.

When Yuan Siyin arrived and saw this scene, she was so angry she could breathe fire.

She worked so hard! She spoke softly and gently! She was so considerate and attentive!

I've been growing this little white flower for over a month!

It's all gone again!

Are these despicable people here to annoy the main character or to annoy her, the female supporting character?

She drew the golden whip from her waist and with a "whoosh" wrapped it around Shen Ruozhu's hand.

"Put them down! All of you, get over here! Anyone who tries to run, I'll break their legs!"

The group couldn't help but shudder when they saw Yuan Siyin, but her lion's roar left them in a dilemma, unsure whether to run or not.

Especially Shen Ruozhu, who was about to abandon Yu Shiyan, was met with a sinister glare from Yuan Siyin.

"If you dare to throw me, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish."

Shen Ruozhu swallowed hard, slowly released her grip, and gently placed Yu Shiyan back on the ground under Yuan Siyin's murderous gaze, without causing any further damage... well, who knows how many times she's been hurt.

Qi Xinxin hid behind a tree, her eyes shining as she watched Yuan Siyin's back.

Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder, and Qi Xinxin was startled.

After she turned her head to take a closer look, she patted her head and remembered: "You are... Ziyuan, who serves Sister Siyin?"

“Yes, it is your servant.” Zi Yuan nodded.

They looked at each other and exclaimed in unison, "As expected of Sister Siyin!"

"As expected of Miss!"

A strange battlefront has been formed.

The two then turned their attention back to Yuan Siyin.

Several people stood timidly in a row, pushing and shoving each other, trying to squeeze out a scapegoat. After exchanging glances for a while, except for Shen Ruozhu, the others tacitly took two steps back.