Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 543 - 277: Witch Qingchen_2

Chapter 543: Chapter 277: Witch Qingchen_2

Yet even so, the people were unwilling to accept this reality.

Fear and despair had already caused many to suffer mental breakdowns; they had eagerly awaited rescue, only to find their executioners.

Who could endure that?

The woman who had previously questioned them stared at Ran Qingchen with a suspicious face:

"I, a simple housewife, know nothing, but I can discern truth from falsehood, and I refuse to believe that the reinforcements outside are here to kill us!

I don’t care if you are Lord Ran or Ran Xia, I suspect you of being the rebel, deliberately deceiving us to avoid the rescuing soldiers, and then attacking us..."

The woman’s words sparked doubt among some people.

Consequently, many started to echo her sentiments.

No one believed that the court would abandon them; never in history had the court slaughtered its own people.

They began to doubt Ran Qingchen’s motives.

Facing the skepticism, Ran Qingchen, who was usually indifferent, disdained to explain; however, her silence led some to mistakenly believe she had no response, and the voices of doubt grew even louder.

The person in charge tried to appease the situation urgently, but could no longer suppress the increasing number of questions, and the crowd began to get noisy.

"We were perfectly safe hiding here, and you, this woman, want to take us somewhere else, you are harming us!"

"Everyone, don’t listen to her nonsense, this woman is definitely a rebel!"

"We should capture her and hand her over to the soldiers!"

"..."

With the continuous instigation, some, whose minds were overheated, rushed toward the door.

Some people charged at Ran Qingchen.

Among them, a few ruffians, simply because they found Ran Qingchen attractive, wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Such is human nature; under shallow understanding, they invariably fail to make the right judgment and choose the wrong path.

Whether from ignorance or stupidity, it existed all the same.

Ran Qingchen wanted to stop them, but facing these ordinary people she could not use excessive force; even some Martial Monks started to create trouble, and even the loud scolding from the person in charge was ineffective.

"Let me out!"

"Move aside!"

"..."

The people pushed and shoved, and the scene became increasingly chaotic, the suppressed emotions becoming more agitated.

Even someone threw food items like steamed buns from the temple at Ran Qingchen and the monks who were blocking their way, venting their anger.

Some rational people attempted to intervene, but to little effect.

Looking at each of those who regarded her with enmity, Ran Qingchen felt somewhat dazed, standing stunned on the spot.

Suddenly, she didn’t understand the meaning of her actions anymore.

Snap!

A piece of vegetable leaf fell on her face.

It was thrown by a man holding a child, who, being unable to break through the blockade, had become desperate.

He had barely managed to escape death with his child and did not want to flee any longer.

Ran Qingchen lowered her head to look at the vegetable leaf that had fallen to the ground, listening to the curses of the people, a mix of hard to describe emotions surged within her... grievances, indignation, self-mockery, and the growing feeling of resentment.

It seemed as though a voice within her was mocking:

"Look, this is human nature, your lover risked his life to save these people, yet they are ungrateful."

"Ran Qingchen, what do you gain from being this good person?"

"People will never be grateful."

"Kill these ungrateful wretches, you owe them nothing."

"..."

Ran Qingchen’s eyes clouded with a dark haze, her pupils emanating a murderous intent.

"Lord Ran!"

An urgent shout came from nearby.

Ran Qingchen suddenly snapped back to reality, the hostility in her eyes faded.

The person in charge said anxiously:

"What should we do? We can’t stop them!"

Ran Qingchen looked at the people who had already squeezed out of the gate and instinctively wanted to chase after them.

But after a moment of hesitation, the woman eventually stopped and said indifferently, "Life and death are predestined, let them go if they wish, we’ll safely escort the remaining people to Mingyang Lake."

"But..."

"Let’s go."

Ran Qingchen no longer paid attention.

Looking at the suddenly indifferent woman, the person in charge sighed, and could only organize some monks to lead the remaining people through the back door.

A group of people left the temple, crossing over from the back mountain through the bamboo forest.

Standing on the high ground, they happened to see a troop of cavalry appearing in the distance on the street.

The people who had just run out of the temple, upon confirming that the cavalry were not rebels but Dazhou soldiers, hurriedly shouted for help and approached them.

One by one, they burst into joyful laughter, thinking they were saved.

The cavalry spotted these people, turned their horses around, and galloped toward the crowd.

The sound of horseshoes, like the death knell of the King of Hell, landed relentlessly on the street, advancing step by step, trembling every inch of the air.

The soldiers on horseback, clad in armor, hid their faces beneath cold, hard iron masks, revealing only pairs of icy eyes.

As the cavalry drew nearer, those shouting people finally realized something was amiss.

Especially when the cavalry lifted their long spears.

The crowd slowly halted...

"Run!"

No one knew who shouted first; awakened as if from a dream, they scattered in all directions.

But by then, how could they outrun the well-trained soldiers? They became mere prey.

Long spears mercilessly pierced through the chests of those trying to escape.

The man who had earlier thrown a vegetable leaf at Ran Qingchen watched as a soldier impaled his child with a spear, his face filled with regret and despair, before his head was chopped off by another cavalryman coming from behind.

The people on the mountain top watched the scene in stunned silence, a chill running down their spines.

Those who had been undecided about descending the mountain, upon witnessing such a scene, immediately felt grateful for their decision to stay and looked at Ran Qingchen with thankful expressions.

"Amitabha."

The person in charge, showing a look of compassion and self-reproach, brought his hands together and sighed:

"A murky mirror does not reflect clearly, a narrow mind does not comprehend fully. Everyone has the eyes of wisdom, yet often obscured by their own views, like looking at flowers in the fog, never grasping the true essence..."

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