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Meng Fuyao swung left and right, desperately staring into Zhan Beiye's eyes as though she was concerned that her brother was deranged, when in fact she was glaring daggers at Zhan Beiye to warn him — I dare you to act up now.
Her head blocked Zhan Beiye's sharp gaze. The soldier, originally filled with suspicion, revealed a moment of realization after hearing her words. That dangerous, bone-chilling and murderous gaze that sent pricks and cold sweat down his back were merely the gaze of a madman.
'A madman's gaze… indeed, it is this abnormal.'
Looking at Zhan Beiye in disdain, the soldier casually waved his spear and commented with a tone of contempt, ”Which crazy woman gave birth to this madman and even let him roam about, being a disgrace? Scram!”
Zhan Beiye trembled slightly.
Meng Fuyao's gaze turned cold.
As the two returned to normal, Meng Fuyao held Zhan Beiye's hand and obediently went over. ”Yes yes…” she thanked the soldier humbly as she bowed.
Meng Fuyao was hunched over, with a devilish smile, and she suddenly cried out in surprise. She stepped forward and picked up something from the ground. As she wiped the item with the corner of her sleeve, she mumbled, ”… What is this?”
The soldier absent-mindedly glanced over and was momentarily stumped for words.
It was a huge pearl. Even though it was covered in dirt, one could still see its iridescence, as the glistening pearl peaked through the dirt. The pearl was akin to the beautiful eyes of a cat.
It was a high-grade jewel with the worth of a thousand pieces of gold.
Meng Fuyao stared at the pearl blankly and mumbled, ”This stone looks so weird,” as she stretched her hand out and showed the soldier. ”Sir, did you drop this?”
She raised her hand, and under the sunlight, the pure white pearl sparkled beautifully in her palms. The mesmerized soldier's breath hastened.
He hesitated for a moment before slowly stretching his hand out to take the pearl. ”Yes, thanks for spotting it,” said the soldier calmly.
Meng Fuyao chuckled cheerfully, ”My pleasure, my pleasure.”
”You may leave.” The soldier gripped the pearl tightly in his hands and waved.
He initially wanted to conduct a body search on these two, but now with this pearl in the palm of his hands… this one pearl is worth three years of his pay.
Zhan Beiye supported Meng Fuyao as she limped over the city gates.
The gaze of the two changed almost immediately as they crossed the city gates.
Meng Fuyao laughed, slyly and sinisterly, with a hint of murderous aura.
On the other hand, Zhan Beiye remained silent as he looked at Meng Fuyao. ”I'm sorry… I'm always letting you suffer.” He apologized after a moment of silence.
Meng Fuyao laughed, ”Insults from such lowly people amount to nothing. Only when it is a matter of life and death, we cannot be humiliated.”
She fluttered her eyelashes with a self-satisfied smile and said, ”Furthermore, I've given him a heavy punishment.”
”What poison was on that pearl?” asked Zhan Beiye.
”Zong Yue gave me three types of medicine: one causes death, one physically disables, and one mentally disables.” She waggled her eyebrows. ”I initially didn't want to make a fuss out of this but he was already starting to be suspicious, and for your safety, I could not take this lightly. Actually, I had already given him a chance. I put some poison under his horse, and if it was not for his greedy nature, he would be dumb at most… but since he wanted to take the pearl, he brought death upon himself… hehe.”
Zhan Beiye looked at her gently, ”Fuyao, you are still very kind.”
”I am kind by nature, evil by nurture.” Meng Fuyao grinned, pulling Zhan Beiye's sleeve as she ran towards a restaurant. ”Treat me to dinner!” she shouted.
Zhan Beiye looked up and saw the two rows of shops lined up along a wide, long street. Various colors of signs filled up the streets.
One particular red sign with the words ”Drunkard's return” caught Zhan Beiye's eyes. He pointed towards the sign and told Fuyao, ”Let's go, this is a good drinking spot.”
The wine from ”Drunkard's return” was good as expected. The aroma of the wine hit their noses the moment they stepped into the restaurant. And just as the name of the restaurant suggested, many returned to the restaurant the way a drunkard would — supporting themselves with the walls due to hunger — and returning home the way a drunkard would, because they were really drunk.
Zhan Beiye generously ordered a whole table of food, and with one leg up on the chair, the glutton Meng chewed loudly as she devoured the food. At the same time, she joined in the discussion on 'wanted criminals' with the rest of the customers. Prince Lie's portrait would definitely not be in the wanted notice board in the restaurant, but Ji Yu's portrait was. She pointed at the portrait and shouted, ”Ay, that person looks very familiar.”
That statement turned heads from the crowd.
Meng Fuyao dragged Zhan Beiye over and said, ”Like my brother!”
”Chey—” This anti-climatic continuation made heads turn back.
Meng Fuyao, satisfied, went back to drink as she giggled. She casually placed a cup of wine under the table, and as she drank openly, Lord Yuan Bao drank sneakily under the table.
Lord Yuan Bao slept for a couple of days and finally regained his energy. He gulped down the wine and sighed with happiness. The only thing good about following Fuyao would be that it could drink as much as it wanted, unlike following its owner where it could not drink more than three cups.