Liang Heng looked around and, not seeing the old lady, immediately perked up, waving his fan and smiling broadly as he spoke.

"I'm ashamed. Being so charming is a difficult thing. I'm so lovable that everyone loves me and flowers bloom for me. If I were a woman, I would definitely marry a kind and understanding man like myself."

Shen Jiao: "...Then I wish you that your wish will come true in your next life."

"I appreciate your kind words, Sister Chen." Liang Heng closed his fan, bowed respectfully to her, and the tassel pendant on the end of the fan swayed back and forth.

Shen Jiao remembered that the little doctor used to have a jade gourd hanging on his folding fan. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed not the old, patina-covered fan from before.

"The sun hasn't even risen in the west yet, how could you bear to change your fan?"

"It's a long story..." Liang Heng was about to explain when suddenly he heard voices calling "Dr. Liang" from behind.

It turned out that the noble ladies had heard the news that the divine physician had returned to the capital, so they hurriedly sent their maids to invite him. Judging from the maids' attire, they knew they were not from the same family.

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "The little divine doctor truly lives up to his reputation as a heartthrob; his business is booming."

Seeing this, Liang Heng sighed in frustration and could only bid farewell to Shen Jiao and the tyrant in haste. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Shen Jiao for a purse to share in the good fortune.

"You want to ask about Liang Heng's fan?" Ji Yan looked down at the ruffled hamster, her voice calm.

Shen Jiao asked in surprise, "How did Your Majesty know?"

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "Your thoughts are all written on your face, so it's easy to guess."

"Really?" Shen Jiao asked suspiciously. "Then guess what I'm thinking right now?"

The tyrant's face darkened, and he pinched her cheek: "If I don't discipline you for three days, you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles, and you're cursing me again."

Shen Jiao's eyes darted around. "And right now? Guess what I'm thinking about?"

Ji Yan smiled faintly, then lowered her head and pinched the little girl's chin: "In broad daylight, in front of everyone, you're thinking about nothing but the pleasures of love, the union of fire and water. You deserve a beating."

"!!!"

Shen Jiao was struck dumb as if by lightning.

Oh my god, does this person really not have mind-reading abilities?

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Ji Yan released her hand. "That night when you were on top of me, tearing my clothes off, you were quite majestic and powerful."

Being socially awkward isn't scary; what's scary is having someone recall the details and embarrassment for you, making you feel like you don't have enough fingers and toes to use.

Shen Jiao felt a chill run down her spine. What was this thing, so majestic and powerful? She wasn't some kind of horse-taming man!

She lowered her head and stared at her toes, changing the subject: "Does Your Majesty know why the little divine physician changed his fan?"

"I know." Ji Yan pulled her along and walked slowly forward.

The surroundings were noisy and bustling with people scrambling for purses, but Shen Jiao still heard him slowly say, "Cen Yi is dead."

Shen Jiao was stunned: "Dead?"

...

The guards at the Marquis Anbo's mansion were no pushovers; they showed no mercy. Chen Yu crashed to the ground, and this delicate, frail woman nearly fainted from the pain.

Those two old bastards, how could they be so heartless!

They're not even afraid of dying and going to hell.

Chen Yu clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

Sooner or later, she will bring ruin to the Marquis Anbo's family!

And those bastards who threw her away, one day she'll tear them to pieces!

Especially Shen Jiao, sooner or later, she will...

Shen Yu was making a solemn vow in his heart, but before he could finish, he heard a piercing scream from above.

He murmured: "!!!"

With a loud crash, Marquis Anbo was thrown over the wall and landed directly on the ground.

He was terrified.

With his hand and leg broken, he howled for a long time with his eyes closed, then suddenly stopped, remembering something.

Huh? It doesn't seem to hurt that much?

Shen Yu's face was flattened by the huge Anbo Hou, making it hard for her to breathe, and she was vomiting blood... but the blood couldn't be vomited out and kept gurgling back.

She thought through gritted teeth.

And then there's this fat, pig-like Marquis Anbo! Sooner or later, she...

"Pfft pfft—"

Anbo Hou suddenly felt his stomach churning violently and let out an uncontrollable series of foul-smelling farts.

"Pfft pfft—"

Two more sounds.

Shen Yu's eyes rolled back from the stench, her mind filled with its foul smell, leaving her no time to think.

She stubbornly raised one hand.

Help!

To think that her proud face was actually, actually, slapped by a fart!

vomit.

"Puff puff puff—"

Chen Yu took a deep breath, and the smell filled his skull. His vision went black, he foamed at the mouth, and fainted from the stench.

Anbo Hou was completely oblivious to what was wrong. Ignoring the strange looks he was getting, he clutched his stomach and frantically rushed into a secluded alley.

Run faster, run even faster!

In his entire life, he had never begged for release or liberation like this before!

A large crowd of onlookers gathered around, and upon seeing this, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

We looked at each other, both hesitant about whether to help Chen Yu up.

It smells a bit.

If I don't help them up, it seems a bit heartless.

"Isn't that Young Master Shen? Doesn't he like Shen Yu the most? Why is he standing there motionless?"

Among the crowd, some sharp-eyed people spotted Shen Qingye, who was standing motionless at the foot of the wall.

"That's strange. Shen Yu was the one who got farted, so why does he look like he really felt it?"

"Could it be that Young Master Shen was also hit by a fart?"

"What?! Shen Qingye got his face slapped by Shen Yu's fart!"

This is outrageous! Pass it on immediately!

Chen Yu's fart was so astonishing that it resounded through the heavens!

Shen Qingye stood frozen in the corner, unable to recover, as if his soul had been stolen by a demon, appearing dazed and wooden.

He couldn't hear a single word of the whispers and pointing around him; his mind was filled with the image of Shen Yu so eager to sever ties with the Shen family.

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