flstandardbreds Chapter 180 2 Nutrients
Chapter 180 2 Nutrients
A sharp scream suddenly pierced the noise. Yan Wanwan exuded a chilling aura at this moment, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if she could see through everything.
"Crackling", the long whip was waving wildly in the air, making a crisp sound, and each whip carried unquestionable power as it whipped towards the two people who were fleeing in a panic.
The scholar had a handsome face but looked a bit timid; the old woman next to him was hunched over, her face full of panic.
"County Lady, how can you hit your own husband?" The scholar shouted at the top of his lungs while dodging the whip, his voice trembling.
"How can you have such a bad temper? I will never let you into my house!" The old woman also echoed, her shrill voice was particularly harsh in the noise.
Their voices seemed so small amid the crack of whips, like helpless wails, drawing laughter from the surrounding people. The people were filled with righteous indignation, whispering among themselves. Some murmured about the scholar's callousness, while others expressed contempt for the old woman's harsh words.
Yan Wanwan turned a deaf ear to him, her lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer. This was exactly the effect she wanted.
With a "snap", the long whip fell again. This time, carrying Yan Wanwan's long-accumulated anger, it hit the two men's faces accurately.
Suddenly, blood oozed out, and the hideous word "ugly" was printed on it. The two men covered their faces in horror and collapsed to the ground. The pain on their faces made them lose their previous arrogance, leaving only a burst of grief-stricken screams.
Yan Wanwan frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly retracted her wrist. The whip wrapped around her forearm neatly and cleanly like a snake returning to its lair.
She raised her delicate hand and hooked her finger towards Xiao Tao. Her voice was as cold as ice, and every word was filled with unquestionable authority: "Send these two people to Nanping Prefecture. Remember, issue a strict order. They are never allowed to set foot here again. Anyone who violates the order will be severely punished!"
She slowly turned around, looking past the devastation in front of her and towards the city in the distance that was still bustling with smoke.
The warm sunlight shines on the bluestone road, and the hawkers' cries and children's playful sounds intertwine, forming a picture of peaceful and harmonious life.
Yan Wanwan's eyes gradually softened, but a complex emotion arose in her heart.
She sighed inwardly. Her current life was like a safe haven she had finally found, safe and precious. How could she easily break this hard-earned peace?
These people were like a swarm of flies that could not be driven away or killed, buzzing and disturbing people's minds. It was just a matter of raising your hand to get rid of them, but it was far from being that simple when you really had to do it.
She gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and faces that were either angry, resentful, or cunning appeared in her mind.
Throughout history, public opinion has always favored the weak. Regardless of the dynasty, the prevailing principle has always been "the weaker, the more right." People's hearts have always sympathized with the weak. If the situation were handled even slightly wrong, the stable situation she had painstakingly cultivated would be transformed into something she hated, which was absolutely not what she wanted.
"This world is never as simple as black and white..." Yan Wanwan murmured softly and strode away from the scene.
The cold wind blew through the streets, and the shouts of the two people tore through the sky, sharp and piercing.
The scholar's face flushed red, veins popped out on his neck, and he shouted shamelessly: "I am a scholar. Even if you are the county lord, you have no right to expel me!" His voice echoed in the cold air, with a bit of madness and arrogance.
Yan Wanwan, who was walking ahead, suddenly paused, her lotus steps pausing slightly, but she didn't turn around. Her voice was cold and clear, each word distinct: "Oh, right, he did remind me. By the way, I've stripped him of his scholar status and filed a record with the government. This person has evil intentions and will never be allowed to take the imperial examinations in this lifetime."
As he spoke, unquestionable majesty spread out.
"Yes!" The government servants at the scene responded immediately in a loud voice that showed their well-trained competence.
He immediately rode as fast as he could to report the matter to the government office.
When the prefect learned of the scholar's actions, he acted decisively and swiftly revoked his official title. Then, several yamen runners strode forward, mercilessly lifted up the mother and son, and shoved them all the way out of the city.
"Now we're taking back your pass documents. You can go wherever you want! You are not welcome in Nanping Prefecture!" The bailiff spoke again, his voice full of disgust.
Outside the city, the cold wind was like a knife, cutting people's hearts.
The old woman stood there completely stunned, her eyes empty as she looked at her once proud son. Her voice trembled with tears, "Son! What should we do? Why were we kicked out?"
The scholar pursed his lips tightly, his face ashen, like an eggplant hit by frost, and said nothing.
The old woman, like a lit firecracker, kept muttering in his ear: "Son! Say something! Didn't you swear at the beginning that it was foolproof? The county lady was humiliated in public, so she should marry you, and we could escape the dilemma of divorce. But now, why are you being kicked out?"
Seeing her son remained silent, the old woman's accumulated anger suddenly erupted, and she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Speak!"
The scholar was irritated by this series of questions. He pushed the old woman hard and shouted, "Shut up! If you hadn't been so nosy, would the county lady have chased us away? I'm a scholar!"
The old woman was pushed and stumbled to the cold muddy ground. Her eyes widened as she stared at her strange son in disbelief. Her voice was filled with tears: "Son...son! You actually pushed me? Didn't you tell me to say those words?"
The scholar's face instantly flushed red, like a cooked shrimp, and he angrily retorted, "When did I ever ask you to say those things? It's because you're more trouble than help. You offended the county lady, and now look, even my reputation as a scholar has been lost!"
The old woman's eyes widened, filled with despair and anger. She pointed at the scholar and trembled, "Great! You really are my 'good son'! You were the one who planned this, and now you're putting the blame on me. You...how could you do this!"
Yan Wanwan quietly watched the two men fighting like vicious dogs through the plants in the County Lord's Mansion. A hint of sarcasm rose in her lips, and the green energy in her hand flickered, shimmering with a mysterious luster.
Outside the city, the quarrel between the scholar and the old woman intensified, back and forth, neither willing to give in. Soon, their figures, along with the sounds of their quarrel, gradually disappeared into the dense, deep woods in the distance, leaving only the civilians on the city wall standing still, watching the whole thing unfold with cold eyes.
It is really gratifying to drive such shameless people out of Nanping Prefecture.
But they didn't know that just a quarter of an hour later, two new nutrients appeared under the tree trunks in the forest - two dried corpses.