Chapter 95 Punishment drinks don't taste good, and neither do toasts...
Unfortunately, to reduce the risk of being targeted by thieves, she didn't wear gold and silver, so she couldn't outdo him in terms of wealth.
However, while she may not be able to compete financially, she still has other connections.
A wife's beauty is a husband's glory.
As Jiang Xi walked over, she moved with the grace of parting flowers and brushing willows, her posture light and graceful. Then, she slowly took her arm, glanced coldly at the crowd, and then looked away with boredom. She leaned against him gently, her soft and delicate body melting away the frost in his fox-like eyes, as if a pool of spring water had been filled with her.
As soon as Fang appeared, it drew gasps from those around her. Her initial icy demeanor was already unforgettable, let alone her subsequent transformation into a woman of boundless tenderness.
The extremely cold and beautiful woman showed such intimacy and dependence on that one person that one wished one could take her place.
The playboy realized he was staring intently at her, putting him at a disadvantage from the start. Yet, this icy coldness, suppressing her allure, had melted the ice. The stunningly beautiful woman was right before him; if he didn't force her into his manor, he would regret it for the rest of his life. With this in mind, he feigned anger but was actually weak inside:
"I can see you're new here and don't know the rules of Jining City. If you pay me money and bring me a beauty, I might let you go!"
“Hey—” Shang Yuji closed his fan, let out a long sigh, and pointed at Xiao Mo, thinking to himself, “Even if you let us have ten horses, it won’t do any good. I want to see whether your rules are tougher or my young lady’s long sword is tougher.”
"Refusing a toast offered in kind—"
"I'm going to drink the penalty shot. Xiang Xin, hit me!"
"Look at the knife!"
"What are you all standing around for? Get them!"
Mo Xin wielded the wooden sword with great skill and power. The servants summoned by the playboy were no match for him and were all beaten to a pulp. Seeing that things were not going well, he was about to slip away. He thought that as long as he was alive, he could always find a way to fight back. He would call for help when he got back to his mansion. He didn't believe that they could escape his grasp.
The man scrambled away, and the others on the field didn't catch him, letting him run away. Shang Yuji opened her fan to cover half her face, revealing only her gentle smiling eyes. She then pointed at Jiang Xi's hand with her finger and whispered a few words.
A-Cuo, who was about to make a move, raised an eyebrow and quietly stopped.
Mo Xin, who was fighting with great gusto, laughed childishly. Amidst the wails of the servants, she turned her head, slung her wooden sword over her shoulder, and asked the boy, "Are you alright?"
The boy's voice was barely audible, and he nodded timidly.
Seeing that he was still reacting, Mo Xin straightened her back and walked up to Shang Yuji, replying, "Brother Jiang, Sister-in-law Shang, I won."
Shang Yuji reached out and patted her head: "You did a great job."
Jiang Xi didn't move, only responding with "Sister-in-law".
Xiang Fei was already used to his disciple earnestly seeking praise from Miss Shang. If it weren't for Miss Shang, he might not have even been able to take on a disciple. He didn't feel sorry for him at all; it was just that his disciple didn't come to him, his master, in the first place!
Xiang Fengyun glanced disdainfully at his apprentice, who was feigning composure, and asked the two how they should be dealt with.
The boy helped the old woman to the roadside. When the crowd that had gathered saw that there was no further development, they gradually dispersed, and the road was finally cleared.
A kind-hearted citizen reminded them, "Are you unfamiliar faces? That little tyrant is used to running rampant in Jining. He'll beat and scold you at the slightest provocation. You'd better leave as soon as he goes back."
"Thank you for the reminder." Shang Yuji smiled and thanked him, his gentle and kind demeanor as refreshing as a spring breeze.
They were able to leave easily, but if the injured grandmother and granddaughter had lived in Jining, and the tyrant had returned with a counterattack, they would definitely not have had a good end.
The old woman sprained her ankle and could neither walk nor stand steadily. The boy helped her sit down to the side. Without medicine and money, she could not receive treatment, and the old woman's leg was likely to die. He was not much better off. The wound on his back burned painfully. Even if he survived the torment of the infection, his back would likely be scarred in the future.
Mo Xin, unable to bear it any longer, took out her small purse to help them after returning to her master's side.
Her mother and she had once been just as desperate, but the warm and peaceful home opened by the adults brought them hope. She wondered if her little bit of money could help.
Shang Yuji squatted down in front of the boy, placed her hands on her knees, her eyebrows curved, and gently touched the red mole on her cheek as she asked in a soft voice, "What are your plans for the future?"
The boy's lips twitched, and seeing the old woman nod, he whispered, "Go, to the capital..."
I was actually going the same way as them.
"Or you could come with us and we could go to the capital too."
It wasn't Shang Yuji who spoke, but Xuanming, who had been silent until now. Although somewhat puzzled as to why he suddenly spoke, a master's intervention was usually for a reason.
She continued, "It's not convenient for you two to stay in Jining any longer. If the villains come looking for you, you might be captured. Why don't you leave with us first? We have medicine in our car that you can use to avoid scarring later."
The boy was somewhat tempted and looked at the old woman. The old woman propped herself up and thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your kindness. We, your grandmother and grandson, have caused you trouble."
"What's the big deal? Just come with us!" Yi Sha waved her hand. Back when she was traveling the world, she had caused a lot of trouble. Right now, she had only offended a spoiled brat from Jining City, the kind who should be punished. It was nothing.
"We'll buy some food and supplies and then get back to the car. We'll leave the city overnight."
Shang Yuji gave the order, and the group dispersed in tacit agreement, some buying food, some buying supplies, and others taking the grandmother and granddaughter to the convoy to get their medicine.
The martial arts practitioners' physique and Shang Yuji's money came in handy at this point. They avoided haggling with the shopkeeper, paid for their purchases without batting an eye, and then, carrying their heavy bags, hurried back to where the carriage had stopped.
When the group parted ways, Shang Yuji took Mo Xin and Jiang Xi back to the carriage with the grandmother and granddaughter. They had just arrived in Jining and had not yet found an inn to stay in. The carriage was parked on a flat area temporarily used by travelers to rest.
Several candles were lit to illuminate the interior. Jiang Xi got off the carriage and stood guard, while Mo Xin stayed inside with her to bandage them.
Shang Yuji had borrowed a medical book from Doctor Fang Mu and learned a few tricks. She was quite experienced in bandaging and applying medicine. After all, although she asked Jiang Xi to apply the medicine herself, she eventually took matters into her own hands and applied it to some areas that Jiang Xi couldn't reach.
Apply the Qili powder externally, then bandage the injured area with a silk bandage to prevent further damage. A sprained ankle is easy to treat, but the problem is that the old lady is elderly; I don't know if she can pull through.
Some people get old and seem fine before, vigorous and energetic, but once they accidentally fall or bump themselves, their health deteriorates rapidly, and they become visibly frail.
All we can do is let the old woman rest well and replenish her nutrition; the rest depends on whether she can pull through.
Another troublesome case was the boy who had been gritting his teeth the whole way, but after the old woman finished applying the medicine, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
The wound on his back was deep and bloody; when you touched it, you could feel the sharp bones. Luckily, he just fainted and didn't have a fever.
Blood soaked his tattered clothes, and fabric seeped into his wounds. Shang Yuji lifted the carriage curtain, stuck his head out, and called Jiang Xi to come.
He was skilled with knives and needlework, and his hands were extremely dexterous. He was perfect for picking out the cloth from the wound, and he could also use a knife!
Having passed the test of skill, her experience in sewing also extended to selecting pieces of fabric. With deft strokes, she followed her instructions and cut away the tangled, dead flesh, causing the boy to wake up in pain. He whimpered softly, his frail body too weak to even howl.
Fearing he might move around and delay Jiang Xi's incision, Shang Yuji went around the wound and pressed him down, coaxing him softly. The old woman silently shed tears, stroking his head and calling him a good child.
The boy gripped Shang Yuji's sleeve tightly, tears blurring his vision, and then fainted again.
Mo Xin helped pry his hands open, Jiang Xi put down the knife, took the man, and with his bare back removed, Shang Yuji gently cleaned the wound, applied ointment, and carefully wrapped it with silk cloth before collapsing to catch his breath.
After finishing these tasks, Yi Sha brought out some food and bought hot porridge for the grandmother and grandson. Since the grandson was still dizzy, he put it aside and waited for him to wake up before eating it.
The process of rearranging the distribution of carriage personnel, assigning tasks in the streets and alleys, and setting off took less than half an incense stick's time.
Old Yi went to Old Xiang's car, Jiang Xi went to sit with Hui Gu, Shang Yuji and Mo Xin sat together with the old woman and granddaughter, and the rest remained still.
Mo Xin is young, which makes it easy for her grandmother and granddaughter to lower their guard, but she is also skilled in martial arts, so she can handle any unexpected situations. If the dressing needs to be changed, Shang Yuji will do it for her.
The carriage wheels were lit with lamps to illuminate the surrounding road, and the caravan traveled through the night.
As for that spoiled brat, the fact that he could cause trouble in the streets and alleys and act as a tyrant for many years without being stopped is not only because his family has considerable wealth and he has a status in Jining City, but also because of the protection and inaction of the government.
If it's an act of protection, then taking him to the authorities would only mean sending him back "home"; if they do nothing, even if they do take him, at most the elders in the playboy's family will spend money to get him out and quell the trouble.
Perhaps the government has its difficulties, but they don't have much time to spend figuring out the truth and dealing with various forces in Jining. They just need to cut the Gordian knot and get rid of the troublemaker directly.
If nothing unexpected happens, he should receive his "retribution".
According to Jiang Xi, it's a type of Gu poison that gradually renders a person unable to speak, hear, smell, or move. Wrinkled, grayish-brown, dry skin will grow on their body, making them resemble a lifeless, withered tree. Only their eyes can move, and they can only eat porridge made from mashed rice. Even if someone discovers that they've been poisoned by Gu and treats them, the damaged organs are irreversible and will never be fully restored.
Having become such a terrifying figure, one wonders if the family that raised such a ruthless and spoiled brat will continue to accept him and bail him out.
After all, sometimes it's better to be dead than alive.
Fortune turns like a wheel. Only when the wicked become the weak, the troublesome dependent on others, and the vulnerable to be bullied, can one truly understand the coldness and warmth of human relationships in this world.
But evil will be punished, so how can you expect those you used to oppress to treat you well?
If someone doesn't take the opportunity to kick you twice, it's a sign of good character.
It seems that there are few people in that mansion who can be called of good character. In such a cannibalistic mansion, how could one have survived to this day without some "ability"?
"The Fifth Young Master has been cursed. I begged the Master to bring a master to exorcise the evil spirits from him. You all keep an eye on him. If anything happens, you will be held responsible!"
"Mmm—Mmmmm! Mmm!" You hypocritical woman! I don't need your pretense! Get out!
"Hehe—how pitiful! The master praised the young master for his eloquence, how come he's become mute?"
"Ugh!!"
On the day of exorcism, the master failed to exorcise the evil spirits; instead, the fifth young master's face developed dry, grayish-brown skin that peeled off in rustling sounds. The master, burning talismans, shouted sternly, "Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit possessing him! Get rid of it, you old Taoist!"
After a series of unsuccessful attempts, the Fifth Young Master's "evil nature" only increased. The Master was filled with fear and disgust, showing none of his former kindness. He hastily locked the man in the backyard, occasionally sending someone to feed him, not wanting the household to be known for attracting evil spirits!
Tears streamed down his thin, cracked face, which was covered in peeling skin. When he recalled that the whole thing started with that grandmother and grandson, he felt even more remorse!
It's all too late. All the causes and effects cannot be resolved with a simple regret.
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