Seeing Su Yulan unable to hold back her dry heaving, she almost burst out laughing.

Soon, Su Yulan's face was covered with a thick layer of black, sticky stuff that stung and hurt, and kept switching between hot and cold. The worst part was the smell; it was even more stinky than a cesspool.

"How long should I... how long should I apply it?"

Jiang Qingwan slowly stepped out of the bag, patted her skirt, and leisurely stepped out of the formation, sitting down in a chair.

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"Soon, very soon."

Su Yulan's eyes were watering from the fumes, and her head was spinning.

They didn't even notice that Jiang Qingwan had stepped out of the formation and were completely unaffected.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwan suddenly twitched her ears, stood up and said, "Does the ointment smell bad? Let me open the window for you."

As the wooden window opened.

A buzzing sound came over me.

Jiang Qingwan had anticipated this and moved aside.

A swarm of horseflies all headed towards Su Yulan.

A swarm of swarms landed on her face.

Su Yulan screamed in fright.

It felt like needles were being piercing my skin.

The stinging, itching, and fear drove her to frantically slap herself.

She swatted the horseflies away from her face, but they then crawled into her collar.

Su Yulan screamed and started tearing off her clothes.

Chunmei, who was guarding outside, suddenly pushed open the door.

"Princess..."

"Help me, please help me!"

Su Yulan reached out her hand in alarm.

Jiang Qingwan suddenly shouted urgently, "Quickly, find water, find a large water vat!"

Chunmei and Su Yulan's minds were completely blank at that moment.

Upon hearing this, I almost immediately thought of the large pond on the first floor of the teahouse, where koi carp were kept to attract customers.

"Downstairs, hurry downstairs."

Su Yulan felt as if a swarm of insects were crawling into her body.

They rushed out like madmen.

As he ran, he tore at his clothes, and amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he plunged headfirst into the pool.

Cow dung dripped down his face, running down his neck and onto his chest.

The tattered clothes, with the undergarment hanging loosely from the waist, floated in the water.