Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 660 - 327_3

There’s only one explanation.

The Mandala Gang and the soldiers are colluding; they’re in it together.

Jiang Shouzhong lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the two women inside, "Wait here for a moment, I’ll go take a look at what’s going on."

"I’ll go take a look too."

Before the man finished speaking, Yelü Miaomiao, unable to contain her excitement, darted out of the carriage, her movements bringing along a waft of fragrant breeze as she ran toward the crowd to join the fun.

"Wait for me."

Qu Hongling saw this and followed suit.

The two women were naturally lively in temperament. Staying in the carriage for so long had stifled them, and now that they had a chance to join in the commotion, they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Jiang Shouzhong helplessly called after them, "Don’t meddle recklessly."

"Got it, Jiang!"

Qu Hongling waved her hand dismissively.

Jiang Shouzhong protected the two women as they squeezed to the front of the crowd. Sure enough, the city gate was already tightly shut.

A line of men and women, dressed in purple embroidered attire and armed with weapons, stood before the city gate. Their imposing appearance exuded an extraordinary aura, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Fang Ziheng’s carriage sat alone in the middle of the road.

The young attendant inside the carriage nervously clutched the curtain, poking his head out to cautiously observe the people blocking the path. His tiny, trembling hands betrayed his fear. Then, he cast a worried glance at Fang Ziheng.

Fang Ziheng stood in front of his horse, his expression calm and composed.

In his hand, he held a long sword.

This sword was called White Smoke, a treasured artifact from Famous Sword Villa.

However, it had once been harshly criticized by Yan Changqing, who deemed it worthless and accused its sword heart of being dead, leaving Fang Ziheng utterly heartbroken on the spot.

Luckily, Yan Changqing eventually offered him some advice, pushing Fang Ziheng to resolutely enter closed-door training.

Finally, he managed to restore the White Smoke sword to vibrant life.

"The third young master of Famous Sword Villa is this domineering? You took my man without saying a word and even beat him up?"

A delicate, honeyed voice drifted over.

As the purple-clad guards parted, a luxurious sedan chair carried by four burly men slowly came into view.

The sedan chair had no curtains to veil it.

Inside sat a woman with heavy makeup. Most notably, her crimson lipstick stained her lips as if she had just drunk fresh blood, sending a shiver down the spine of all who looked upon her.

"You’re the Sect Master of the Mandala Gang?"

Fang Ziheng inquired in surprise.

The woman chuckled seductively, "My name is Hua Gu. If the Young Master Fang has a sweet tongue, you may call me Hua Gu Fairy. Perhaps, if I’m in a good mood, I might even spend the night with you?"

Fang Ziheng replied coolly, "Sect Master Hua, Guo is my attendant. I kindly ask you to let us leave peacefully."

"And if I refuse?" Hua Gu laughed.

Fang Ziheng slowly unsheathed his long sword and said, "Then I can only let my sword do the talking."

The sword gleamed with piercing light, and white mist drifted around it, like the ethereal clouds of dawn—light and elusive.

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[Author’s Note: I underwent a gastroscopy the day before yesterday. The doctor said the results were not good, advising a biopsy to check for malignancy. I’ve been anxious these past two days, unable to focus on writing. Today, the biopsy results finally came in, allowing me to let out a small sigh of relief.

The bad news is severe gastric atrophy, mucosal lesions, and atypical hyperplasia—essentially the transition of cells from benign to malignant. The good news is I’m just a step away from cancer, and my life is temporarily spared. The doctor said if I had delayed further, it would have been dire.

Next week, I’ll need to go to the hospital again to determine whether further detailed ultrasound endoscopy is needed and whether surgery will be necessary. Regardless, it feels like narrowly stepping away from the brink of a cliff. For that, I’m incredibly grateful.

I don’t smoke, don’t drink, and eat spicy food very rarely. My stomach has deteriorated to this state purely because of irregular eating habits and staying up late. Everyone, please take care of your diet and health. I hope you all have a healthy stomach.]