"Girl, is it possible that she wasn't cuckolded by pity, but rather cuckolded by anger?"

Before Xisu entered the palace, she had served several arrogant and domineering masters.

When those masters lost in the infighting and were at a disadvantage, their expressions were exactly the same as Hu Rourou's now: gritting their teeth, breathing through their nostrils, their faces turning greenish-blue, which was quite frightening.

Shen Jiao nodded, finding it hard to disagree. "Indeed, if I had an unreliable senior brother, I would be very angry too."

Xi Su reminded her, "Miss, this matter may have nothing to do with my senior brother."

Shen Jiao was surprised: "Then what is she angry about? Is she angry that she can't stand up on her own? What's there to be angry about? I came to save her, and I'm much more reliable than her senior brother."

Xi Su's lips twitched: "She should be angry at you, young lady."

Shen Jiao: "..."

No, that won't do. To show her obvious kindness and willingness to help others, Shen Jiao lifted her skirt and headed straight for Hu Rourou.

Hu Rourou couldn't stand up.

With nothing around to lean on, and facing the ever-approaching Shen Jiao, she stared wide-eyed in terror, angrily shouting "Don't come any closer!" while pushing herself back.

The onlookers were restrained by the tyrant behind them, unable to play the hero and could only watch helplessly as Hu Rourou moved slowly like a turtle.

She took a step.

Shen Jiao then went a step further.

Shen Jiao went a step further.

Hu Rourou crawled forward a step, her face contorted with rage as she hissed, "I'm warning you, don't come near me! If anything happens to me, the entire Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion will not let you off the hook!"

The entire Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion?

That's terrifying. Shen Jiao immediately stood still. "Don't overthink it. Look how beautiful I am. I'm definitely not a bad person. I just want to help you bandage your wound."

She was very obedient; if she couldn't be called, she wouldn't move and would just stand there watching Hu Rourou crawl.

The thought of Shen Jiao standing there watching her crawl only fueled Hu Rourou's rage. She was so angry that her insides felt like they were about to explode. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Who cares about your crocodile tears and fake compassion? I'm telling you right now, even if I die from the pain and crawl back, I will never accept help from a dancer!"

...

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

While packing his medicine kit, Liang Heng also reminded Hu Rourou not to eat spicy or irritating foods, to keep her wound dry, and to avoid walking for the next few days.

Otherwise, he might become a cripple.

Shen Jiao asked, "Is it ready?"

Liang Heng nodded. "Alright."

So, Shen Jiao opened her fair and delicate palm to Hu Rourou and said, "Now that you're better, pay up. I'll give you a discount since you're so pretty. The original price was 1,888, but I'll only charge you 998."

Hu Rourou was in so much pain that she was almost drowsy, but upon hearing this, she was jolted awake and almost jumped up. "998?"

What she really meant was: What? You want more money?

Shen Jiao pondered for a moment, wondering if Hu Rourou's strong reaction was a bit too much.

"Well then, I'll compromise again." She said with a pained expression, "Nine hundred and ninety, sister, don't you even look at what kind of medicine we're using? We really can't go any lower, or we'll lose money."

Liang Heng, whose business was a good fit, immediately chimed in, "That's right. Outside, this price wouldn't even get me to come out. Miss Hu, speak with your conscience, we're really doing charity, we haven't made a single penny off you."

Hu Rourou: "..."

What medicine?

Doing charity?

This is clearly a medicine chest from their Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion!

Shameless!

...

Shen Jiao's request for Liang Heng to bandage Hu Rourou's wounds did improve her public image.

After all, who is Physician Liang? People who want to see him for treatment line up all the way from the Great Yan Kingdom to the Wei Kingdom.

Liang Heng is not someone you can hire just because you have money. Sometimes he treats the illnesses of high-ranking officials and nobles, and sometimes he bandages the wounds of beggars on the street.

Regarding this matter, the disciples of Yunwu Sword Pavilion were divided into two camps: one believed that Shen Jiao was a fox using the tiger's power and feigning compassion, while the other believed that evil people would be punished after being bullied by Hu Rourou for so long.

The higher-ups of Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion were also arguing fiercely over Hu Rourou's matter, and the roof was almost blown off by the noise.

"Sect Master, are you just going to stand by and watch Rou Rou be bullied without doing anything? When Sect Master Songheng passed away, he personally entrusted us old men to take good care of her. Now, she has been insulted and bullied by a dancer and swindled out of more than nine hundred taels of silver. And you just stand by and do nothing!" A white-bearded sect master slammed his fist on the table and stamped his feet, speaking angrily.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint of Qinglang calmly corrected, "Well, I wasn't there when Songheng died, and I didn't take a single penny of the huge sum of money he gave you all for your upbringing."

Therefore, Sect Leader Songheng's will has nothing to do with him.

The senior executives: "..."

Everyone was just doing their job for money, but being exposed was a bit embarrassing. Another sect leader with long eyebrows, dressed in a gray robe, continued, "Alright, even if we don't talk about that, what's the deal with the Azure Lang Sword? The sect leader is taking on such a big deal as the young master of the martial arts world, and he didn't even consult with us old men?"

Faced with the accusations, the Azure Sword Saint simply took a leisurely sip of tea and asked, "I ask you, who is the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

The gray-robed sect leader: "It's you."

The Azure Sword Saint handed over the teacup: "Add some water. Whose Azure Sword is it?"

The gray-robed sect leader had no choice but to refill his cup with hot tea: "It's yours."

Qinglang Sword Saint: "Then who is the master of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion?"

At this point, the arrogant demeanor of the gray-robed sect leader vanished instantly, and he gritted his teeth and uttered three words, "It's still you."

“Yes!” The Azure Sword Saint put down his teacup, coldly glaring at him. His eyes, which should have been as muddled as an old man's, were clear as a sharp blade. “Since we are both old men, who do I need to consult before making a decision?”

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