The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Chapter 173 Sending a few basins of rotten water

That day, the wind outside the house was howling, making the window frames rustle.

Xiaotao hurried into the house with her skirt flying, her chest heaving violently, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and even her hair a little messy.

Before she could catch her breath, she shouted anxiously, "Miss, something terrible has happened! The refugees are already outside the city!"

Yan Wanwan, who was sitting by the window leisurely sipping tea, suddenly paused when she heard this. She slowly put down the teacup in her hand, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of surprise and displeasure flashed in her eyes. She turned her head and looked at Xiao Tao with a sharp gaze. Her voice was cold and clear: "Didn't I clearly refuse to accept refugees a long time ago? Could it be that the emperor insisted on sending people to send them here?"

After saying that, she straightened her back slightly, placed her right hand lightly on the edge of the table, and her fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

Seeing this, Xiao Tao quickly waved her hand, smoothing the hair by her ears while explaining, "No, Miss, you misunderstood! The Emperor was sending them to Dongping Prefecture, but he just happened to be passing through Nanping Prefecture."

After listening to this, Yan Wanwan leaned back slightly on the chair, a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were full of disdain.

She raised her hand, gently playing with the corner of her clothes, and slowly said, "The road to Dongping Prefecture never passes through here. He deliberately took such a long detour, maybe he wanted to come right under my nose and show it to me?"

As she spoke, her eyes grew colder. "This emperor is truly interesting. Upon hearing that Qin Yu had returned, he didn't dare to warn me openly, but resorted to this roundabout method."

She paused, looking out the window, a sly look in her eyes as she thought to herself, "Has he ever considered how a group of helpless refugees managed to steal from the treasury without anyone noticing? Isn't he afraid that I might do something he wouldn't expect again?"

As they were talking, the refugees, dressed in rags and with pale faces, had already arrived a hundred meters outside the city of Nanping, dragging their families and staggering.

Their hair was disheveled, fluttering in the wind like dead grass. Their clothes were tattered and patched everywhere, and some of them could not even cover their skin that had turned purple from the cold.

The eyes of this group of refugees were filled with despair and anger, and every step they took seemed to use up all their strength.

When the people in the city saw this group of refugees from afar, they stopped what they were doing and stood by to watch.

There was no sympathy in their eyes. Recalling the frenzied appearance of the refugees when they attacked the city, they felt only a sense of revengeful pleasure.

The refugees could no longer suppress their inner rage and began to curse at Nanping City. They waved their bony arms, veins bulging, and spewed obscenities, their voices hoarse and shrill, as if venting all their suffering and resentment.

When the people heard this, they were furious. Many of them clenched their fists, with anger flashing in their eyes. Some of those who were impatient and wanted to step forward to argue were quickly held back by their relatives.

Everyone knew that they must not cause trouble for the county lady at this time. If they were to be blamed by these refugees, it would be too late to regret.

The yamen runners who led the refugees behaved in a rather strange way. They stopped outside the gate of Nanping Prefecture and rested on the spot, completely ignoring the refugee group that was gradually ignited by anger and became more and more agitated. It seemed as if they were deliberately allowing the conflict between the two sides to continue to escalate and waiting for it to become completely intensified.

Just as he was expecting the situation to get worse, a pool of foul water fell from the sky and poured over them.

The pungent sour smell spread instantly. The yamen runners were stunned at first, with expressions of disbelief on their faces, as if they had not yet reacted to what had happened.

Then, their faces quickly turned red, veins popped out on their foreheads, and anger burned in their eyes.

The leading yamen runner's eyes widened, his features twisted in anger. He slammed the stick in his hand to the ground with a loud bang, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Who are you? How dare you plot against us! Get out here!"

The other yamen runners also began to shout. Some jumped up and down, waving their hands frantically, trying to dispel the sickening stench. Some bent over, retching continuously, their faces full of pain. Still others raised their heads in frustration and shouted at the houses above: "Ah! What the hell is this? Why does it stink so badly? Whoever is so blind, get down here and die!"

Their voices echoed outside the city gate, attracting surprised glances from the surrounding refugees.

Just as the yamen runners were shouting angrily and the scene was becoming increasingly chaotic, a head popped out of the window of the house above.

They were several soldiers guarding the Nanping Prefecture. Their faces were filled with a touch of unruly cunningness. With their arms folded across their chests and a hint of disdain on their lips, they looked down at the exasperated yamen runners below and shouted, "Hey, aren't these the refugees who attacked the city a few days ago? Where are they going to make a living?"

When the leading yamen runner heard this, he immediately became furious, his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if they would burst at any time.

Then, he roared at the top of his lungs, "You all know that we are rushing to Dongping Prefecture on the orders of the Emperor. How dare you treat the Emperor's decree as nothing? How outrageous!"

"How shameless of you! How did we disregard the imperial edict? This is our Nanping Prefecture's territory. The county lord told us to splash water, so we splashed it on our own land. Who told you to stay in our city instead of staying in such a big place? Who can you blame?"

"That's right. It's clearly you who are doing a poor job on duty, yet you're putting the blame on us. I think you're the ones who are really outrageous."

The bailiff was so angry that his whole body was shaking violently, and the finger that was pointing at the crowd was also trembling like a branch swaying in the wind, but he was unable to speak for a long time.

At that moment, a sharp, cold wind whistled past, cutting through everyone like ice knives and making them shiver. At the same time, a pungent, unpleasant odor hit them in the face, making them almost nauseous.

The refugees were already full of grievances and dissatisfaction, and now they could no longer bear it and became agitated again. This time, their spearheads were directed directly at the yamen runners who led them.

Afterwards, the people of Nanping Prefecture had the opportunity to witness a dispute that was like a farce. The two sides attacked and argued with each other endlessly, just like a fight between vicious dogs. The scene was chaotic.

Unfortunately, this "good show" did not last long. The pungent stench quickly spread in the air, becoming stronger and stronger and unbearable.

But in just a moment, the crowd of onlookers covered their mouths and noses and fled in panic. The farce ended abruptly in this embarrassment and panic.

After Yan Wanwan found out, she just sneered, "Prince of Dongping, I wonder how you will treat these refugees?"