Due to the effects of the medicine, this palm strike directly caused Shen Jiao to lose all her strength, her whole body feeling as if it were filled with lead, incredibly heavy.
She braced herself against the wall beside her to barely keep her balance and prevent her legs from giving way and causing her to fall to the ground.
Large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, down her brows, and onto her eyelashes. Shen Jiao blinked gently, and the sweat droplets fell onto the bluestone pavement, splashing up into tiny flowers.
Shen Jiao felt like she had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, spinning around in a moving car, so dizzy she couldn't tell which way was which.
She was so weak she could barely breathe, and when she opened her mouth, she could only manage a faint cry for help.
This is a truly terrible situation; there's no one to turn to for help. Shen Jiao's current predicament is extremely dire.
She even had hallucinations, seeing several roosters dressed in princess dresses dancing gracefully in front of her.
It's a pity the eyes don't have a camera, otherwise I would have shared this truly rare scene with Ji Yan... Wait, wait, the timing isn't right, now is not the time to talk about this.
Shen Jiao pinched her thigh hard to come to her senses.
Seeing her wretched, half-dead appearance, the vendor chuckled smugly.
Shen Jiao was both angry and scared. She didn't know what was causing her emotions, but she just wanted to curse in her mind—
Ji Yan! You bastard!
You're always haunting me; I can even bump into you handing me toilet paper at the restroom. Where are you now that I need you?
If you don't come to my rescue soon, I'm going to die!
Although blaming the tyrant for this seemed extremely unreasonable, Shen Jiao just couldn't help it.
The vendor carefully examined Shen Jiao, whose face was pale, brows were furrowed, and lips were pursed. He swallowed hard and cursed, "Damn, she's beautiful."
He even deliberately took the handkerchief that Shen Jiao had tucked into her waistband and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a lewd smile.
The vendor took a deep breath and exclaimed, "As expected of a princess, a noble lady's handkerchief is truly exceptional; it smells a hundred times better than those women in brothels."
Shen Jiao: "..."
To be honest, if she remembers correctly, she had just used the handkerchief to wipe Little Radish Head's toes not long ago.
The eldest brother is indeed a bad guy who doesn't follow the usual path; his tastes are also unique.
Meanwhile, the coachman waiting outside finally realized that something was wrong.
The alleyway was too narrow for the carriage to pass through. The driver was terrified that something might happen to the princess, and he was ashen-faced and covered in cold sweat.
But he couldn't just leave the little girl, Guan Xiaoniangzi, alone in the carriage without any regard for her.
The driver thought for a moment and finally decided to use all his strength to shout at the top of his lungs, "Help! Someone's here! I've been kidnapped!"
However, he was knocked unconscious by a candied hawthorn target thrown by the vendor with a loud bang as he had just spoken.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Sorry, although this is not a very appropriate time to laugh, this scene is really a bit silly.
When she left, Madam Gu thought that, at least in Shengcheng, given Shen Jiao and Lady Guan's status, they could do whatever they wanted.
Therefore, no guards were arranged to accompany them.
The main reason is that Madam Gu trusts Shen Jiao's abilities.
But who could have predicted that she would be framed by a small vendor selling candied hawthorns?
Shen Jiao herself said that life is full of surprises, and she didn't expect this either.
The moment the coachman was knocked unconscious, the horse reared up and neighed loudly, its iron hooves pounding twice, and her heart skipped a beat.
not good!
There was only Little Radish Head in the carriage, and no one else around. Something bad was going to happen.
Fortunately, fate took pity on her bad luck; the horse probably just stomped its feet because its legs were sore, and it recovered in no time.
Shen Jiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As for the other half of her breath, it was from her own nervousness.
Please, she can't hit him now, and she can't run away. I don't know who instructed the vendor.
Shen Jiao thought back to the people she had offended.
It's alarming how she seems to be constantly offending people after she started hanging out with the tyrant.
However, she has only been drugged, and the fact that the vendor didn't stab her twice means that he won't kill her immediately.
Shen Jiao finally felt a little relieved.
The chattering little radish suddenly became very quiet and didn't make a sound. The vendor thought there was no one in the carriage.
After all, the news of the kidnapping of the young lady of the Guan family was not spread before she was brought under control.
Furthermore, his only target was Shen Jiao; he didn't care about anyone else.
The vendor, who had been limping and unable to walk, suddenly became agile and nimble. He grabbed Shen Jiao and ran into the depths of the alley.
In no time, they disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, dark clouds rolled in, surging like raging waves, thunder roared, and a torrential rain descended.
The child huddled in a corner, his eyes red and swollen. Finally, a heart-wrenching cry broke through the carriage and startled the horses!
——
"Brother, Father has sent a message saying that Yu'er should return to the capital as soon as possible to attend the Four Flowers Banquet. When do you think we should go to the Dali Temple to pick up Yu'er?"
On the second floor of the inn, two handsome young men sat by the window, attracting the attention of guests who were forced to stay overnight due to the heavy rain.
It's clear that both young men are from wealthy and noble families. However, the one on the right has a cold and aloof demeanor, and is obviously not someone to be trifled with.
This made the fickle-minded girls hesitate.
The waiter, who was refilling the tea, shrugged off the white tassel on his shoulder and wiped the table near the window, which had been splashed with rainwater.
"The rain is too heavy. Please move aside, gentlemen, to avoid getting your clothes wet. It's the change of seasons recently, and it's easy to catch a cold."
Shen Qingye had wanted to leave for a while; the rain was so heavy that his shoulders were soaked.
His older brother gave all his money to Shen Jiao, so he has no money to buy new clothes!
Shen Qingye couldn't wait to get up, but seeing his elder brother who was as steady as Mount Tai, he could only sit down listlessly.
"Big brother..."
"It's nothing," Shen Qingcheng said to the waiter.
The guests' requests are all kinds of strange and unusual. These waiters only need to remind them, and whether the guests listen or not is their own business.
The waiter has left.
"The Four Flowers Banquet is in spring, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry? Besides, she doesn't necessarily have to attend." Shen Qingcheng played with the steaming teacup, his gaze wandering over every street in Shengcheng.
This inn is the highest inn in Shengcheng. The view from the window is excellent; it is said that you can see the entire city at a glance.
Most of them contain exaggerated claims; being able to watch half of them is already quite an achievement.
Shen Qingye didn't know what was so interesting about these streets, and after looking at them for so many days, why did his older brother still seem so interested?
Shengcheng isn't even half as bustling and prosperous as the royal city, he muttered.
"Yu'er is frail and has loved reading and playing the zither since she was little. Cai Qinshi is such a proud person, yet she took Yu'er as her disciple, which means that Yu'er is exceptionally talented in the zither. If she can win first place at the Four Flowers Banquet, she will definitely gain the favor of the Zither Saint, which would be a great honor."
Shen Qingcheng's voice was cold: "One must first be a good person before doing anything else. What good is any honor, no matter how great it is?"
Shen Qingye became anxious: "Brother! Why are you still holding onto this matter? Yu'er must have reflected deeply on it at Dali Temple. She certainly won't be confused again."
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