"Tell me, who sent you here? Was it the man downstairs?" Duan Yu picked up the spoon, took a scoop and handed it to her.
The little girl's hands were shaking. This bowl of porridge contained a deadly poison. If she took a bite, she would die.
"Master, please forgive me! It was Master Yang who ordered me to do this. He said that if I gave you this bowl of red bean paste, he would help me redeem my brother. I was bewitched!" She quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Young Master Yang?" Duan Yu smiled and threw the spoon on the ground.
The young man in front of her was smiling, and the little girl felt relieved: "Yes, it's Young Master Yang, Yang Zixuan."
"How much did he give you to redeem your brother?"
"In reply to the young master, thirty taels."
"I can give you forty taels, but I have conditions."
The girl's eyes lit up, but she quickly became discouraged again: "Master, I don't have the ability to poison Master Yang. He has many guards around him, and they are all very skilled in martial arts. Even if I could kill him, I can't escape."
"Who said I asked you to kill him? What I want to know is who he arranged to participate in the competition. Also, after your brother is redeemed, he must follow me."
"This..." Doesn't this mean he still has no freedom? But my brother is being beaten every day at the boss's place. His body is covered in bruises and one of his legs is lame. If he follows this young master, will he be treated well?
Seeing the little girl hesitate, Duan Yu said again: "Just now I gave you time to think about it and returned the money to you. If you miss it, you will never have this opportunity again."
After saying that, Duan Yu brought the red bean paste close to the little girl's mouth.
"Sir, sir, I understand. I'll go now." The little girl rolled and crawled. She realized that the elegant young man in front of her was the real devil.
He didn't want to give her a chance to think about it.
Duan Yu waited in the room until the sun set.
The information he received was that Huang Fuqin would face Yang Zixuan tomorrow. If Yang Zixuan won, his next opponent would be Duan Yu.
Yang Mansion
"Master Yang, everything has been arranged. When you go on stage tomorrow, they will definitely not be your match."
"Hahahaha, there will be a huge reward when the task is accomplished." Yang Zixuan grinned.
I will definitely teach that pretty boy a lesson tomorrow.
If you dare to go against me, don’t you care about your own lives?
Since you haven't been poisoned to death, then wait to be beaten to death.
"Young Master Yang, the girls in the hall are still waiting for a reply." The servant reminded in a low voice.
"Let them all stay and accompany me today. I will definitely perform well tomorrow."
Yellow tent with bright candles.
The lights in the room stayed on all night.
It was not until the day began to brighten that Yang Zixuan took a short rest.
Arena
Today is the last day of the competition.
There were a lot of onlookers, and they were all wondering who would become the prince consort.
Yang Zixuan was wearing a dark red dress, which stood out among the black, white and gray clothes.
He just beat Huang Fuqin half to death. After Huang Fuqin stepped down, that white-faced scholar took over.
If Huang Fuqin's mother hadn't been shouting and begging for mercy, he wouldn't have spared his life.
I really want to kill someone.
Let’s start with that kid Duan Yu.
"The competition begins."
"I'm sorry, I might have been a little too harsh, please bear with it." Yang Zixuan attacked forcefully.
Duan Yu slightly turned sideways and avoided his attack.
"......?" His skills were so fast, was it a coincidence? Yang Zixuan thought.
One, two, three... Duan Yu avoided all of Yang Zixuan's attacks.
He didn't even touch a single hair of Duan Yu.
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