Chapter 235 (1/2)

When the sedan chair was about to pass in front of Drunken Moon’s building, Nan Xun suddenly noticed that the window she was holding was shaking. She was shocked, but when she was about to retract her protruding body, the person behind her ruthlessly shoved her.

Half of the carved wooden wall under the window had been tampered with a long time ago. When Nan Xun was pushed from behind, the wall collapsed with a loud sound, launching Nan Xun from the second floor.

As Nan Xun tumbled down, she glanced back and saw Mudan’s face filled with jealousy.

Tsk, this kind of place was indeed not lacking fights and schemes. She was ready to leave but she was still tricked by someone.

Nan Xun felt that falling from this height wouldn’t kill anyone. At most, she would hurt her arms and legs. Little Eight still had a panacea, so she would be able to jump about again the next day.

Therefore, not only did the woman plummeting not scream apart from her first shout when pushed, she also had an enchanting posture when falling. Her white silk skirt fluttered about, with a waterfall of raven hair that danced in the air, truly like a celestial nymph falling into the mortal world.

Nan Xun didn’t cry out in fright, but the people on both sides of the street were frightened and screamed.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Just when Nan Xun was about to hit the ground, her body suddenly stopped.

When there was still an inch of distance from the ground, she was frozen mid-air!

Everyone was shocked.

Nan Xun paused in the air for a few seconds before falling to the ground. No, it shouldn’t be described as “falling,” but being laid down gently.

She stood up gracefully without losing her composure. Facing the eight-bearer white palanquin, she curtsied gracefully. “Thanking State Master for the life-saving grace.”

The figure behind the white gauze curtain didn’t speak nor move.

All of a sudden, a sharp cry of pain came from where Nan Xun had just fallen.

In the next moment, a woman in a purple skirt was smashed down from above.

The crowd moved over quickly. The woman had already solidly fallen to the ground, bleeding to death from her seven orifices.

Her eyes were wide open, and everyone could still see a trace of pain and fear from within.

A deathly silence fell all around.

Nan Xun swept her eyes toward Mudan’s tragic death, and she couldn’t help but glance at the figure in the sedan chair.

There was no doubt that he did it.

After a while, a man’s cold voice was sounded from inside. “Deliberately harming people, deserves to die.”

The voice was like a stream that was about to freeze in winter: flowing slowly, clear and pleasant to the ear, but cold to the bones nevertheless.

All the sounds around him died down, even sound of breathing stopped abruptly.

After the state teacher’s palanquin had moved far away, the people gradually started to breathe again before turning their eyes to the unsightly corpse.

Many recognized her as Mudan from Drunken Moon, and the white-clad woman in a veil who fell down first should be the rarely seen Lady Qiangwei.

Lady Qiangwei lived because of State Master, Lady Mudan died because of State Master. Connecting the scene with his prior sentence, the crowd could already picture what happened.

“Ptooey! Such a vicious woman deserves death!”

The people spat on Mudan’s body one after another.

Nan Xun looked in the direction that the palanquin was going, and retracted her sight when she couldn’t see them anymore.