Mu Wan walked out of the house with the sword in hand, and the maids and guards followed her closely. It seemed that no one dared to stop the princess at this time.
At the bottom of the stairs, Yan Shisheng, who was holding an umbrella, saw Mu Wan shaking her posture and felt something was wrong. When Mu Wan came down the stairs, he immediately stepped forward: "Madam Mu..."
Mu Wanyao's features are beautiful, but her expression is always as cold as the icy water in the abyss.
The sword in her hand swept up a layer of rain. The maid Chunhua who followed closely behind her hurriedly opened an umbrella and chased after the princess. Because the road was slippery due to the rain, Chunhua almost fell down and was helped by the chief guard Fang Tong.
Yan Shisheng fearlessly followed Mu Wanyao and said, "Madam Mu, the rain seems to be lighter today..."
He tried to calm Mu Wanyao down by talking.
But Mu Wan pushed the annoying scholar away and continued walking forward.
Yan Shisheng saw that something was wrong, but Mu Wanyao didn't even give him a chance to explain.
He thought to himself, this is terrible.
He still tried his best to keep up with Mu Wanyao's pace, speaking faster, trying to make Mu Wanyao listen to his words within a few breaths -
"Madam Mu, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding. I was reading in the room just now, and I heard a quarrel in the yard. It turned out that your maid and my third brother were quarreling. It seemed that something was damaged. Madam, why don't you stop and find out more details..."
Yan Shisheng: "Madam, why don't you drink some tea to calm down. Lingnan also has exquisite tea that is not available in the Central Plains. I can pour it for you."
In the evening, her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her footsteps never stopped.
Turning a corner, they were chasing the girl with the sword and saw that in front of a side room in the courtyard, two or three maids who served Mu Wanyao surrounded the Sanlang of the Yan family and clamored for him to pay compensation.
Yan Musheng, the third son of the Yan family, is famous for his loud voice.
Yan Musheng's voice was clearly heard by Mu Wanyao and his second brother who were there: "What does it have to do with me? The eaves leaked in the middle of the night, and I didn't tear it down. How can you blame my family for this? Besides, you occupied my house by force, so if you broke something, you should blame yourself for not having eyes!"
The three maids were so anxious that their eyes turned red.
They interrupted, "That night we asked you to pick a room, saying it was where you put your important belongings. You recommended the room where you store your miscellaneous items, and you patted your chest to guarantee that it was safe. Now that something has happened, of course it's your fault!"
"That's right! And who knows if you were the one who secretly damaged the roof in the middle of the night? Don't think we don't know. You've been looking down on people these past few days!"
Yan Sanlang shouted: "What a far-fetched argument! In my opinion, even if I really wanted to damage your things, you deserve it! Just look at your robbery..."
Yan Shisheng's heart sank when he heard his third brother's nonsense from afar. He caught Mu Wanyao's cold eyes from the corner of his eye and could not help but shout, "Third brother, shut up!"
How can you say such things casually!
But it was too late.
The maids and Yan Musheng all looked at the princess who was walking towards them with murderous intent.
The maids bowed one by one: "Madam, this is the Yan family deliberately harming us..."
Yan Musheng was stunned for a moment as he watched the beautiful girl approaching. When he saw Mu Wanyao holding a sword in her hand, he stepped back nervously: "Lady, what do you mean by coming here with a sword in your hand? Do you want to kill someone? There are laws in this world, you can't just kill people casually!"
Mu Wan shook off San Lang's outward appearance of ferocity and said, "I am the law!"
boom--
Along with the sonorous sound of Mu Wan Yao's words, thunder was heard in the sky.
The fog is like a torrent, and smoke is rising from the mountains.
The three-foot sword-like snow reflected the girl's eyes. She took it for granted and was justified. And she just stood there——
She is the law!
Yan Sanlang was shocked by Mu Wanyao's words, and stood still watching the raindrops hitting the sunken wooden umbrella on the girl's head. His eyes narrowed, and he saw the sword in Mu Wanyao's hand thrust forward.
A few steps further back, Yan Shisheng, the second son of the Yan family, who was following Mu Wan's shake, changed his expression slightly, threw away his umbrella, leaned forward and bumped into him.
“Boom—”
In a flash, Yan Shisheng threw the umbrella in his hand, creating a circle of rain pits. He lunged forward, his long-sleeved robe flying up, and tried to grab the sword in Mu Wanyao's hand with his bare hands.
Yan Shisheng said sternly: "Mu Wanyao, stop it——"
Seeing his second brother about to hit the sword in Mu Wanyao's hand, Yan Sanlang panicked. How could his second brother, a scholar in white clothes, have the ability to stop the sword? His eyes were bloodshot and he rushed forward: "Second brother!"
The chief guard Fang Tong was originally worried that Yan Shisheng might be injured by the princess's sword. Now seeing that Yan Sanlang seemed to be about to pounce on the princess to hurt her, Fang Tong immediately took a step forward and grabbed Yan Sanlang's shoulder to prevent him from touching the corner of the princess's clothes.
At the same time, in full view of everyone, Mu Wan swung the sword in his hand and slashed downwards -
Two locks of hair fluttered in the air, rising from the maid's bun, and then were cut by the sword, causing them to fall to the ground.
Several maids were quietly waiting for the princess to swing her sword and chop Yan Sanlang. It was only when the princess came up and raised her sword, and the sword was chopped towards them, that they realized something was wrong.
Meeting the princess's cold and icy eyes, one maid was stunned and fainted out of fright. The other two maids watched stiffly as the princess's sword brushed across their cheeks and cut off their long hair.
Yan Shisheng knew that the sword in Mu Wanyao's hand was not aimed at Yan Sanlang. He missed it, staggered, and looked back, only to see that the sword in Mu Wanyao's hand had cut off the black hair of the two maids.
The black hair fell to the ground.
Except for one maid who had fainted on the ground due to fright, the other two maids had their hair in disarray. They stared with staring eyes at their long hair being cut off.
When they came to their senses, they fell to their knees, covered in cold sweat, their lips trembling, and they couldn't even utter a complete word to beg for mercy.
Mu Wanyao lowered his head and looked down at them.
She turned her head again and looked at Yan Shisheng, who had just tried to stop the sword but failed.
Mu Wanyao looked at Yan Shisheng: "What did you call me just now?"
Yan Shisheng: “…”
Mu Wan's face darkened: "Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"
It means that stone gives birth to wood.
Seeing Mu Wanyao shaking again, he said, "Do you think I want to kill your third brother?"
Yan Shisheng said nothing.
A few drops of rain fell on Mu Wan's face. Her face was beautiful and her expression was cold. She still held her sword and stood in front of everyone, but suddenly smiled: "Why, do you think I can't tell right from wrong, don't ask why, and kill anyone I see?"
Yan Shisheng opened his mouth, but finally gave up.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his dark eyes stared at the girl in gorgeous clothes who swung a sword to cut off the maid's black hair in the rain. He watched this farce and focused his attention on this girl.
But Mu Wanyao saw that he was gentle and well-behaved, so she ignored him.
She glanced at the maids whose hair she had cut off, and said slowly, "I gave you my box for safekeeping. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you responsible. Do you think I will let you go if you blame the Yan family? You are expecting me to be a fool. Are you vicious women or fools?"
The maids were trembling with fear, no longer daring to hope for the best. They bent down and kowtowed, trembling, "Madam, I was wrong..."
Mu Wan shook his head and threw away the sword.
She turned around and said to Fang Tong, "Punish them each with thirty sticks. They deserve to be beaten to death."
Ignoring the miserable cries for mercy behind him, Mu Wanyao no longer looked at the maids kneeling in the rain.
Chunhua was still a little hesitant, not knowing what to do. Then she heard Muwan calling her, "Chunhua, follow me!"
Chunhua replied hurriedly: "Yes!"
She held up her skirt and ran after the princess, only able to turn around and say hastily, "Guardian Fang, you handle this matter!"
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Muwan wore a veiled hat that could barely block out the rain, and went out on horseback with Chunhua.
She was furious, and naturally unhappy with the maids' attempt to shirk responsibility. However, what made her even more unhappy was that the ointment that her mother had ground herself was soaked by the rain and could not be used.
How is that possible?
Those were the few things her mother had left her. As she returned, she would lose a lot of the favors of the past little by little. But she didn't want to lose the things left by the old people. She wanted to keep her mother's things, just like keeping the favor her mother had promised her.
Only with these things will she remember that her mother once loved her.
Mu Wanyao stubbornly went out in the rain and rode to the town. The roads here were difficult to walk on, so she and Chunhua wandered around the town, opening the doors of every shop and asking if they had any materials.
She wanted to replenish the ointment. Her mind was confused and she didn't know what specific materials to prepare, but she had to get it back.
Mu Wan asked Chun Hua: "What materials should be used for facial cream and hand ointment?"
Chunhua didn't really understand, but she could only rack her brains: "At least cinnabar and angelica... Oh, I can smell the scent of patchouli."
Mu Wan shook her head and said “hmm” lightly.
The two women were soaked and rode their horses to look for shops in the town. Chunhua didn't think the princess could restore the facial makeup she had left behind. She had seen that none of them could do it. But Chunhua didn't dare to tell the princess the truth, so she had to accompany the princess in the rain and buy materials that she didn't know if they could use.
Coming out of another shop, Mu Wanyao held the little realgar that he had finally persuaded her to buy, walked down the stairs, and prepared to find the next shop.
Above my head, an umbrella appeared.
Mu Wanyao raised her head slowly. The misty rain dripped down her eyelashes. She squinted her eyes, and when the umbrella was opened, she could see the person in front of her little by little.
Yan Shisheng stood in front of her, holding an umbrella for her.
Mu Wanyao's gorgeous dress was stained with mud and her hair was a little messy, but she stood straight and proud, still the high and mighty Princess Danyang. The princess looked cold and ignored him, holding the oil paper bag in her arms and leaving.
Yan Shisheng reached out and gently held her wrist, trying to stop her. She dodged as if she was burned and glared at him.
Mu Wanyao: "Make way, or I will kill you."
Yan Shisheng said in a gentle voice: "Why do you want to kill me? I'm here to help you."
The rain flowed over my head like a river, landing on the umbrella and splashing up mist.
As the sound of the water dripped, Mu Wan paused. In Yan Shisheng's eyes, she looked up, her eyes were round and charming, like a shallow lake soaked in moonlight, crystal clear and moving.
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