Nangong Zeyue quickly lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out, "What happened?"
The driver turned around and said, "There's a crowd ahead, we can't get through."
Jiang Shuyue raised her hand. "Go back and take a detour."
She's not like the Prefect of the Capital, meddling in street disputes.
Nangong Zeyue turned around again, "Moon Lady, there's no way to retreat. Several carriages are blocking our way from behind."
Through the lifted carriage curtain, Jiang Shuyue saw that the street was crowded with people.
The aroma of barbecue wafted through the air.
"The clinic isn't far from here, I can walk there," Jiang Shuyue said, getting out of the car.
Nangong Zeyue followed closely behind and got off the carriage. "Wait a minute, Yue Niang. I haven't strolled around the streets in a long time either. Let's walk together."
As soon as Jiang Shuyue's feet touched the ground, someone shouted, "Stop messing around! Look, the culprit is here!"
"What? What culprit? What did I do to offend you?" Jiang Shuyue looked at the man with her eyebrows raised.
In broad daylight, I encountered a ghost?!
Her principle is that she will not offend others unless they offend her; if anyone tries to bully her, they won't get away with it.
"Yes, yes, I recognize her. She is the owner of Juxian Pavilion."
"That's right, barbecue is a new dish she introduced. If you have any problems eating it, you should contact her."
Everyone started talking at once and turned to surround her.
Jiang Shuyue: "..." What kind of nonsense is this?
Nangong Zeyue quickly stepped forward and shielded Jiang Shuyue behind her.
He coldly ordered, "All of you, step back. If you come any closer, I won't be so polite."
He doesn't carry his sword with him now, otherwise he would have already drawn it and attacked the prime minister.
"Miss, please get into the carriage quickly." The coachman was also stunned by the sudden appearance of a group of madmen and hurriedly protected Jiang Shuyue by her side.
Jiang Shuyue gleaned a clue from the cacophony of voices: someone had gotten into trouble while eating barbecue and was causing a scene in front of the barbecue stall.
She happened to be passing by when people started jeering at her, and the focus of their anger shifted to her.
She gave the driver a reassuring look, "No need to avoid us. This is the capital city; everything must be done reasonably."
At this moment, the wailing and howling from behind the crowd stopped, before Jiang Shuyue could even ask what had happened.
A woman with disheveled hair pushed through the crowd and rushed to within a step of Jiang Shuyue.
She knelt down with a "plop" and reached out to grab Jiang Shuyue's skirt.
Nangong Zeyue stepped in front of the woman.
The woman grabbed at empty air, then quickly withdrew her hand, covered her face, and burst into tears.
"You owe me my husband! I have elderly parents and young children to support. Without him, how can I live?"
“Boss, look how pitiful she is. Your Juxian Pavilion business is so big, why don’t you just give her some money as compensation?” A woman carrying a vegetable basket tried to mediate.
"Yes, yes! Life is hard for a woman without a husband. You don't lack money, boss, so consider it a good deed."
“That’s right. If we report it to the authorities, Juxian Pavilion will probably have to close down during the investigation, which would be a loss. It would be better for the owner to spend some money to settle things peacefully.”
Everyone chimed in, siding with the weeping woman.
The accusations disappeared, the tone shifted, and the topic became asking Jiang Shuyue for money.
People sympathize with the weak, and Jiang Shuyue instantly became the target of everyone's criticism.
Nangong Zeyue raised her hand to stop everyone from speaking.
He said, word by word, "I am the manager of Juxian Pavilion. You can tell me what you want to say. Our restaurant provides fresh ingredients every day. It is impossible for anyone to die from eating here. If there are problems with the food sold by others, it has nothing to do with Juxian Pavilion."
“That seems to make sense. His husband didn’t die from eating the food and wine at Juxian Pavilion, so why should the owner of Juxian Pavilion compensate him?” A young man dressed as a scholar nodded.
Very few people are willing to speak the truth.
Jiang Shuyue gave the scholar a grateful look.
He then looked down at the woman on the ground and asked, "Madam, did your husband have a problem eating at Juxian Pavilion?"
The woman wiped away her tears and shook her head, insisting, "But that barbecue originated from Juxian Pavilion."
“That’s right, I learned this skill from Juxian Pavilion. Juxian Pavilion should be responsible.” The speaker was a dark-skinned man.
"Hehe! My Juxian Pavilion has made our barbecue recipe public without charging anyone a single penny, and this has caused trouble. If you choke to death while eating rice, are you going to have to ask the farmer for compensation?"
Jiang Shuyue almost laughed out of anger at the person's words, and retorted without any politeness.
The man was wearing an apron with oil stains on it; without a doubt, he was a barbecue vendor.
The man thought that a weak woman would easily intimidate him with a few words and pay him off to settle the matter, but he did not expect her to be so tough.
He shamelessly said, "I don't care. Yesterday her husband bought a few skewers of barbecue to go with his drinks, and today he's coming to me for compensation. Juxian Pavilion has to pay for it."
Seeing that everyone was speaking up for her, the woman sobbed on the ground, looking heartbroken.
Nangong Zeyue shouted, "This is utterly absurd! Are you trying to bully a weak woman from my master's household? Anyone who dares to step forward today will have their blood spilled on the spot!"
Nangong Zeyue's words indeed intimidated several people who were trying to stir up trouble.
Even the small vendor stepped back.
"Wait, how many barbecues did you sell yesterday?" Jiang called out to the retreating vendor.
This matter has nothing to do with her. If we don't clarify it, people will spread rumors, which will damage the reputation of Juxian Pavilion.
The vendor glanced guiltily at Jiang Shuyue, "I sold three rabbits and one leg of lamb."
The man wasn't having a bad business; he simply arrived at the market too late and only managed to buy three rabbits.
Jiang Shuyue then asked, "How many people died from eating it?"
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