She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 318 - 317: Indulging in Tenderness, What Will You Use to Compete with Huai Yu?

Chapter 318: Chapter 317: Indulging in Tenderness, What Will You Use to Compete with Huai Yu?

"You still won’t leave after taking the money?!" Shen Shuyun felt a numb sensation slowly creeping up her spine as the surrounding onlookers gave her increasingly strange looks.

Xiaomian, seeing her still talking tough, snorted coldly, "We haven’t settled the account of you slandering our miss yet, and now you’re trying to drive people away? Who do you think you are? Here in the Northern Border, our miss’s status is very distinguished, and she cannot be slandered for no reason."

"I’ve already given you a hundred taels, what more do you want?" Shen Shuyun gritted her teeth, "Don’t push people too far!"

Up in the teahouse.

Huai Yu looked at the growing crowd below, his expression turning sour, "It seems there’s a quarrel down there, aren’t you going to take a look?"

Yan Wanqing finally lifted her eyelids slightly, "I’m not watching."

"Aren’t you worried about that girl being bullied? Huai Xinmei is no good, and the number of people who have died at her hands over the years is countless."

"Keep watching."

Huai Yu saw her say to keep watching, but her body had shifted from its previous laziness to the edge of the window, the corners of her lips revealing a slight smile.

This woman, always tough-mouthed but soft-hearted.

At that moment, a wave of shouting erupted from below.

No one knew how the quarrel had started, but suddenly the crowd dispersed, and Shen Shuyun was violently pushed to the side of the street, falling to the ground.

At that moment, Yan Wanqing’s eyes completely darkened.

You shouldn’t attack a dog in front of its owner, not to mention that this Shen Shuyun was under her care within her own residence.

Huai Yu saw the darkness in her eyes and chuckled softly, leaning on the windowsill.

As long as Yan Wanqing was in a hurry, then he was in no rush.

"You really have the courage of the bear and leopard; my miss was merely approaching to make friends, and you dared to push her! Today if I don’t beat you to death, I’ll take your surname!" Xiaomian said as she moved forward to straddle Shen Shuyun.

A palm mark was on Shen Shuyun’s cheek; she hurriedly tried to scramble away, but Xiaomian, swift and quick, grabbed her hair, causing her intense pain that made her cry out.

During the struggle, her clothing was half-ripped, revealing some skin, and many of the onlookers were men—Shen Shuyun felt like dying.

"Let go—it hurts!" Shen Shuyun screamed, "If you don’t let go, our miss won’t spare you!"

At this critical moment, she was desperate.

Xiaomian sneered, "Your miss? What, so you’re actually a servant, huh? Tell me, which family’s miss is yours, and can her status compare to our miss’s noble identity?! Even if the Princess comes today, I would still beat her up."

"Is that so?" A cool female voice came from above.

The crowd turned in surprise and saw atop the teahouse a young lady by the window, half her beautiful face exposed, with looks so stunning they seemed celestial—a figure so beautiful as if a fairy had descended to earth.

The voice, filled with inner strength, made it impossible for anyone to ignore.

Upon seeing Yan Wanqing, Shen Shuyun’s eyes instantly brightened, "Miss!"

Yan Wanqing slapped the table, flipped over, and jumped down from the second floor of the teahouse. Although she was dressed in men’s clothing, she hadn’t made any special effort to disguise herself today, and her aura still very much that of a woman, immediately catching everyone’s eye.

"Pathetic," Yan Wanqing walked up to Shen Shuyun, glanced at Xiaomian still clutching the hair, and raised an eyebrow, "So you’re not letting go, huh?"

Xiaomian, overwhelmed by Yan Wanqing’s presence, instinctively thought to let go, but she quickly regained her composure.

"You are her miss?" Xiaomian frowned, "I have never seen you before."

"I said, let go," Yan Wanqing repeated, with diminishing patience in her peach blossom eyes.

Xiaomian deliberately tightened her grip, forcefully pulling Shen Shuyun’s neck back, revealing a large patch of skin below, allowing the male onlookers a feast for their eyes.

She smirked maliciously, "I only listen to our miss’s words, who do you think you are, ...— Ah!"

Xiaomian suddenly let out a scream.

With an unchanged expression, Yan Wanqing pinched Xiaomian’s wrist between two fingers.

She instantly let go!

But it was already too late, her wrist went limp and fell helplessly, completely uncontrollable.

The woman before her had just casually broken her wrist!

Xiaomian’s eyes were filled with fear.

Yan Wanqing laughed coldly, "What am I? You and your mistress will soon find out."

Without much ado, Yan Wanqing looked down at Shen Shuyun, "Can you still stand up and walk?"

Shen Shuyun hastily got up from the ground, "I can."

"Hmm," Yan Wanqing hummed softly, "Follow me."

She walked ahead, and the crowd unconsciously made way for her. Arriving swiftly and leaving swiftly, soon the two of them disappeared around the corner.

In the shop, Huai Xinmei leaned against the doorframe, watching the retreating figure of Yan Wanqing, her eyes flickering with an ambiguous glint.

Xiaomian came to her, aggrieved, "That woman even broke a servant’s hand, miss, you must stand up for your servant!"

"Of course." Huai Xinmei spoke softly, but her look at Xiaomian was devoid of emotion.

Xiaomian visibly shuddered.

Huai Xinmei surveyed the shop and finally, under the shopkeeper’s terrified gaze, she made a slight bow and walked out of the shop to get into the carriage.

The shopkeeper, sweating all over, collapsed to the ground.

This eldest daughter of the Marquis Residence seemed truly fearsome.

There was a chilling aura all around her.

Word had spread that Huai Xinmei, who had gone up the mountain to offer prayers, was back, and the whole second house was abuzz. Huai Xin dropped everything in his idyllic pleasure and rushed back, even taking a bath before seeing her.

"Sister!" He stood upright looking at Huai Xinmei, wanting to come closer, but was stopped by the maidservant beside her.

Huai Xinmei sat on a cushion, leisurely lighting incense, her gaze much colder than outside.

Her tone of speech remained unchanged, still soft and gentle.

"Don’t show up in front of me right after getting up from a woman’s bed, it stinks."

"What stinks?" Huai Xin was extremely aggrieved, "I even took a bath before I came."

Huai Xinmei lifted her eyes, lazily glanced at him, and Huai Xin immediately behaved, "If you say it stinks, then it stinks. I’ll go bathe again!"

As Huai Xin was about to leave, Huai Xinmei called him back.

"I heard father divorced that idiot Liu Ruyan."

Huai Xin hurriedly turned around, "That fool just had to intrude in front of Commandery Princess. Dad divorced her for our second house’s relationship with the Commandery Princess."

"Doesn’t the Commandery Princess have a marriage agreement with Huai Yu? Why would father need to curry favor?" In a single breath, the elder sister of the second house hit the nail on the head.

Huai Xin always felt inadequate compared to his sister’s intelligence.

"Father says the marriage agreement was set with the status of the Young Marquis. As long as I inherit the Marquis title, then the Commandery Princess will be my consort."

Hearing this, Huai Xinmei scoffed.

"You?"

It wasn’t that she thought her own brother was useless.

"You, who spends all his days in hedonistic pleasures, how dare you compete with Huai Yu?! Wanting to marry above your station is one thing, but father stirring up this nonsense too, is utterly ridiculous," Huai Xinmei instantly lost all her good mood.

Huai Xin, scolded, did not dare to get angry, only feeling very wronged, "Sister, I’m your own brother, born of the same mother. Can’t you say something good about your brother? Why am I always the toad wanting to eat swan meat?"

"What status does that Commandery Princess hold? Tell me about it," Huai Xinmei sighed and asked.

Joy sparked in Huai Xin’s eyes, and he hurried forward, knowing now that his sister was willing to strategize for him.

Ever since they were children, whenever his sister took action, it never failed.

Both his father and he had great respect for Huai Xinmei’s capabilities.

If she had been a man, this Marquis title by right should be hers to inherit.