Yan Zhen always felt that settling accounts for someone was something that should not be done by outsiders.
Even if we really need to settle accounts, he should do it himself.
That's his wife, isn't it?
"Go to the Yan residence. I think he will definitely see me today."
Yan Zhen snorted coldly.
Having taken over his body, it would naturally want to see what its own body was like, just like him.
Ning Zhaozhao was eventually taken back by her parents.
She clutched the quilt tightly.
They refused to let go no matter what.
As I passed through the market, a few early-rising vendors had already spotted me.
"Has the eldest daughter of the Ning family gone mad after being divorced?"
"Definitely, look at her disheveled hair."
"How pitiful."
"What's so pitiful about her? I heard that Young Master Yan doesn't like her at all. She's the one who forced him to marry her. Young Master Yan likes Miss A'Ruo."
"I've heard of Miss Aruo; I've heard she's the eldest daughter of Medicine King Valley."
"No, Miss Aruo is intelligent, beautiful and generous. She and Young Master Yan are a perfect match. My wife was seriously ill that day, and it was thanks to Miss Aruo that she was able to recover."
Ning Zhaozhao glanced at the man indifferently.
She did have some recollection of this man.
His wife was seriously ill, so he knelt at the entrance of the pharmacy, begging for help.
At that time, she was clinging to Yan Zhen, but Yan Zhen stayed by A'Ruo's side the whole time.
A'Ruo treated that person's illness, but she was the one who bought the medicine and paid for it.
Haha, how ironic.
Oh well, she certainly won't pay attention to this kind of thing again in the future.
She didn't care what the two of them did.
She only wants her brother.
Ning Zhaozhao rubbed herself vigorously under the quilt.
The blanket smelled of my brother.
My brother must be here.
I just don't know if she's by my side now or hiding away.
She had heard that ghosts and monsters cannot be exposed to light.
"Zhaozhao, how are you? I should have brought a sedan chair, so you wouldn't have been humiliated like this."
The taunts from the people on the street terrified Fangrong; she wanted nothing more than to retort to each and every one of them.
But she also knew that it was easier to stop the people from speaking than to stop a river from overflowing.
These words are impossible to guard against.
"Mother, it's alright, I don't care anymore."
Ning Zhaozhao shook her head. "I don't mind at all."
"Zhaozhao, give me this quilt, and I'll hold it for you."
"No, this quilt was given to me by my brother, I can keep it myself."
"Zhaozhao?"
If she hadn't actually seen Ning Hongze last night, she would have really thought her daughter had gone mad.
"Let her be, we're leaving here anyway."
No matter what these people say, he can't hear them anymore.
"Oh, isn't this Miss Ning? What's wrong? Gone mad?"
"That's true. Her brother was killed and she was dumped. It's normal for her to go crazy."
A woman in red, holding a whip, looked up at Ning Zhaozhao with her chin raised.
"Uncle and Aunt Ning, you must keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn't run around. I've heard that madmen can kill people."
“Miss Xu, my daughter is not crazy.”
Ning's father couldn't help but reply.
"If you're not crazy, why would you walk around in the street wrapped in a blanket?"
His mind must be completely out of control for him to act like this.
"How pitiful. Just think how spirited Ning Zhaozhao was back then, and now she's become a discarded woman." Xu Xiuyan sneered. She and Ning Zhaozhao had always been at odds.
Of course, there were no other conflicts or entanglements; it was mainly because of Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen is the most popular young master in the capital, and is loved by many women. Unfortunately, he is engaged to Ning Zhaozhao.
However, after all these years, Yan Zhen ultimately fell in love with another woman.
Xu Xiuyan didn't know what to think for a moment.
She did feel some sympathy for Ning Zhaozhao, but the feeling of disgust remained.
"Brother Sheng, let's go."
She's just a young girl; arguing with her would be impolite. Fangrong pulled Ning's father back and decided to ignore Xu Xiuyan.
Xu Xiuyan, however, was unwilling to let Ning Zhaozhao go.
"What are you doing wrapped in a blanket?" Her whip suddenly lashed out, wrapping around the blanket Ning Zhaozhao was wearing. She yanked it hard.
The thick blanket was torn in two.
Cotton fluff flew everywhere.
Ning Zhaozhao was completely submerged in cotton wool.
"Sorry, I used too much force. I'll get you a new blanket."
Xu Xiuyan nonchalantly put away the whip. She had thought that Xu Xiuyan was disheveled and needed to be wrapped in a blanket. Now, it seemed that although her hair was a bit messy, her clothes were all properly on.
"Ah, the blanket, my brother's blanket!" Ning Zhaozhao screamed in agony as she clutched the torn blanket tightly. Her brother's blanket had been ripped apart.
"Xu Xiuyan, you're asking for it."
Ning Zhaozhao's eyes turned bloodshot, and she flashed forward, launching a direct attack.
Xu Xiuyan was caught off guard by Ning Zhaozhao's sudden attack and was punched in the face.
"You—" she spat out a mouthful of blood, "Looks like your bloodlust hasn't subsided yet. Fine, since you want to fight, I'll oblige."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Ning Zhaozhao reappeared in front of her.
Every move was ruthless.
For a short time, they managed to subdue her.
Xu Xiuyan had never seen Ning Zhaozhao so ruthless before, and felt a bit of fear in her heart, especially since Ning Zhaozhao didn't care about the whip she was wielding.
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