"Yang Shuhuan, if you can't learn to shut up, I can teach you."
After saying that, Ning Yin tried to raise her hand again, but Yang Shuhuan quickly stepped back a few steps and shouted at her men, "Why aren't you arresting her yet!"
Seeing this, the subordinates knew they couldn't afford to offend Yang Shuhuan, after all, the position of future grandmother was rightfully hers.
She stepped forward to grab Ning Yin's arm, but Su Xin quickly grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen and stood in front of Ning Yin to protect her.
Seeing the gleaming kitchen knife, the group didn't want any bloodshed to occur.
They remembered Shen Yun's instructions very clearly: no one should be hurt, so they all took a few steps back.
Ning Yin originally thought that as long as she left the General's Mansion and didn't interfere in anything, she could live a peaceful life.
But why are these people like dog shit, impossible to shake off?
She doesn't provoke others, but others still try to harm her.
Shen Jia, Shen Yun, and now Yang Shuhuan, including her own family of venomous people, all want to kill her.
She has done nothing wrong to anyone, so why should she suffer this humiliation for no reason?
Today, Yang Shuhuan has made all sorts of false accusations against me, pinning these baseless charges on me.
Not for any other reason than that she used to be Shen Yun's wife.
Shen Yun forced her into marriage, but in the end, she was the one who suffered these unfair treatments.
Now he's even sending people to destroy his only hope; he's really ruthless.
Ning Yin's clenched fists made a cracking sound as the hatred in her heart reached its peak, and she wished she could tear Yang Shuhuan apart right now.
But now is not the time. She and Suxin are no match for these people, let alone able to fight against them.
Ningyin was originally reluctant to part with this courtyard, which her grandmother had left her. Seeing this courtyard made her feel her grandmother's love.
But now it seems there's really no other way. If she's not strong enough, she won't even be able to protect this house.
She needs to become strong.
With her current medical skills, it's likely that even the Great Qi Dynasty would find it difficult to find a second person like her.
With such skills, why can't I go out and explore the world?
Who knows, one day she might be chosen by the royal family to become a royal physician.
The group searched for a long time, but the clinic was in ruins and they couldn't find anything.
The guards reported to Yang Shuhuan and then awkwardly left the house.
Yang Shuhuan's eyes widened in anger, her face filled with disbelief.
Those pieces of jewelry were placed there by her own orders; how could they possibly have disappeared?
Could it be that there really are ghosts and gods in this place? Otherwise, she would find it hard to believe.
Unable to accept this fact for a moment, Yang Shuhuan angrily kicked over Ning Yin's table and chairs several times.
As the dramatic turn of events unfolded, some of the onlookers at the entrance even started eating sunflower seeds.
"Oh dear, I was just saying that after watching this show for so long, it seems that this young lady is at a disadvantage. It seems that Doctor Ning really does have some skills."
"That's right, to be able to bring someone back to life after they've already died, what else could it be but a miracle doctor? I don't think there's a single doctor in Kyoto who could do that."
"Look at this young lady! She slandered someone first, and now she's even demolished their house. She's truly wicked!"
The crowd started chattering and pointing again.
However, most of the people talking about Yang Shuhuan were cursing her, since she failed to frame Ning Yin at first, then had someone else frame her, and finally demolished her house.
Such behavior made these ordinary people feel a sense of hatred for being oppressed by the powerful, as they belonged to the same lower class.
The doctor from Huichuntang who had just questioned Ningyin was now blushing with embarrassment, being mocked and ridiculed.
He lowered his head, brushed off his sleeves, and hurriedly pushed through the crowd, disappearing in a flash.
"Yang Shuhuan, are you done searching? You've slandered me in public without any evidence. Just wait for a lawsuit!"
Ning Yin's tone was sharp, and she exuded a powerful aura. Even though Yang Shuhuan had brought so many subordinates, she couldn't help but feel flustered.
This unfounded fear fueled her resentment. She had thought everything was ready and all she had to do was come and arrest them.
Who knew that Ningyin not only saved the old woman's life, but also that the jewelry she had put in disappeared without a trace.
How could she accept this?
"Ningyin, did you secretly hide that thing on your person?"
Yang Shuhuan made up an excuse on the spot, and gave Ning Yin a vicious look.
She knew it couldn't be on Ning Yin, but she still wanted to search Ning Yin's body, not for any other reason than to humiliate Ning Yin severely.
After all, it would be an utter disgrace for a divorced woman to be publicly searched.
I'm afraid Ning Yin will never be able to hold her head high again.
After saying that, Yang Shuhuan gave Zhou Fusheng a wink.
Zhou Fusheng accepted the order and quickly rolled up his sleeves, wanting to get closer to Ning Yin.
He had always coveted Ning Yin's beauty, and now that he could touch her, he couldn't hide his secret delight.
"You beast! If you dare take one step closer, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs. After all, scum like you is a sin to be alive!"
Su Xin brandished the kitchen knife and threatened loudly.
Ning Yin sensed that Yang Shuhuan was determined to achieve her goal, and a murderous glint appeared in her eyes.
As the situation remained tense, she silently pulled a silver needle from her sleeve.
"Suxin, move aside..."
Pushing the person aside, Ning Yin took a few steps forward.
Seeing Ning Yin's proactive attitude, Zhou Fusheng assumed that she had compromised.
But the next second, he suddenly stopped laughing, as the silver needle pierced his neck with precision and speed.
Zhou Fusheng suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation and tried to make a sound but couldn't.
It felt like someone had a dozen handkerchiefs covering your face and kept pouring water on it.
He struggled to roll his eyes back, his brows furrowed in pain, his whole body contorted in an unusual way.
"Ning Yin, what kind of sorcery are you using!"
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