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Don't be fooled by Zhou Erlang's strong appearance; generally, delicate girls would only find themselves in trouble when encountering him. However, although Qin Yaru had been a technical staff member in an office for years, she had learned a few self-defense techniques from Gao Feng. Dealing with a mere brute was not a big problem for her.
She remained calm and coldly glanced at Zhou Erlang. In fact, he was somewhat intimidated by her demeanor and stumbled back in fear. When he looked up, he happened to see Qin Yaru's mocking smile, which made him furious—how could he be scared to the point of trembling by a delicate Wife?
Taking a deep breath, he intended to rush over and teach Qin Yaru a lesson, but suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face turning pale as cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
A sharp, gleaming knife was pressed against his chin, its cold glint making him shiver uncontrollably and break out in goosebumps.
Trembling, he looked up to see Consort Qin staring at him expressionlessly. Her eyes were so cold that it seemed there were no living beings within them, only corpses.
"You... you..."
Qin Yaru casually shook the knife in her hand, causing Zhou Erlang to tremble even more violently.
He was indeed unfortunate; just when Qin Yaru remembered Chen Wulang and Gentle Blue Princess, feeling pent-up frustration that needed an outlet, this man came looking for trouble. How could she not vent her anger?
"Listen, stay away from me from now on. If you dare to bother me again next time, it won't just be a little bloodshed!"
Zhou Erlang was terrified and shocked—Consort Qin had always been a refined Scholar, a proper young lady who spoke softly and walked gracefully. When did she become so 'fierce'?
While he was still in shock, the door swung open, and his wife Mrs. Sun walked out grumbling, "Husband, why are you awake at this hour? What’s going on..."
As soon as she stepped outside and looked up to see Qin Yaru, her expression changed dramatically. She let out a scream: "Harlot, are you trying to seduce my man again?"
In an instant, she noticed the knife and the blood on her husband's sleeve. She immediately screamed at the top of her lungs, "Ah! Blood! Blood! Murder! There's been a murder!"
Her shout startled the entire village; roosters crowed and dogs barked as several families were awakened and lights turned on. Zhou Erlang's face turned from blue to white; he couldn't even pay attention to the knife in front of him and hurriedly whispered angrily, "Keep it down! What are you shouting about?"
Taking advantage of the couple's commotion, Qin Yaru casually put away the knife, grabbed a water bucket, turned around and left. She entered the house, locked the courtyard door, and pushed a large water tank against it before returning inside.
Her family's courtyard gate was too old, so she blocked it with some things, feeling a bit more secure inside.
As she walked back to the house, she picked up a pitch-black box from the steps. Once inside, she could still vaguely hear Mrs. Sun's howling outside, filled with all sorts of foul language.
Mrs. Sun was also a major nuisance in Wudang County, notorious as a shrew. People like Song Shimin were rare; most folks were kind-hearted citizens. When they encountered such a troublesome person, they couldn't help but retreat. Moreover, her temper was even more volatile; she always bullied others and would never allow herself to be wronged.
At this moment, seeing her husband with a cut on the back of his hand, blood gushing out, she was naturally furious and jumped up, cursing loudly: “Harlot, how dare you commit violence! Everyone come and see, that Harlot from the Chen Family dares to harm others! Is there no justice? Where is the village head? How can such a big matter go unchecked? Are you all bewitched by that Harlot and planning to protect her?”
The lights in several nearby houses instantly brightened.
“Mrs. Sun, stop your nonsense! What kind of person is Consort Qin? She can't even carry a shoulder pole or lift anything heavy; she's exceptionally kind-hearted. If she encounters an ant, she would take a detour rather than step on it. You say she wants to kill or harm someone? Go ask around in our Chen Family Village, who would believe you?”
Originally, everyone had been woken up from their sleep due to the noise and were holding their breath in annoyance. They had reluctantly tolerated it just to avoid arguing with a shrew. But now, hearing her words becoming increasingly offensive, it felt as if she had insulted everyone in Chen Family Village. Naturally, they refused to let it slide any longer and started retorting back. Someone even shouted: “Zhou Erlang, only you would treat such a shrew like a treasure. You should divorce her quickly to avoid trouble!”
Mrs. Sun's face turned red with anger: “You… you…” With that, she turned around and kicked at the Chen Family's front door incessantly, acting as if she had gone mad. “Harlot, why don't you come out? Come out and tell them what evil deeds you've done! Hurry up!”
She was used to doing farm work and had quite a bit of strength; her kicks made the heavy door tremble slightly. Everyone couldn't help but frown, thinking about how scared Consort Qin must be at this moment!
Since marrying Chen Wulang, Qin Yaru's living standards had plummeted, especially after the Qin Family fell from grace. She harbored many worries in her heart and felt restless in her actions and posture; her body grew increasingly frail, resembling delicate porcelain that could shatter with a gust of wind. In contrast, this made Mrs. Sun appear even more monstrous.
With a creak, the door across opened wide, and a basin of dirty water was splashed out, drenching Mrs. Sun and leaving her feeling cold all over. Her disheveled hair stuck messily to her fleshy face, making her look particularly ugly and embarrassed.
“Who?”
Mrs. Sun shivered from the cold and turned around to see Sister Wang standing at the door with her hands on her hips, looking at her coldly: “Wash that filthy mouth of yours; my foot-washing water is enough for that!”
Everyone burst into laughter as many men, women, and children came out to watch the commotion. They had long been annoyed by this shrew; seeing her humiliated now naturally led to applause and cheers from the crowd.
Mrs. Sun's face turned pale with anger, but Sister Wang's husband was a constable in the county office, so she usually didn't dare to make too much of a scene. She turned her head and tugged at her husband's clothes, exasperated and angry, saying, "You dullard, why don't you tell everyone how that Harlot hurt you?"
Zhou Erlang felt just as angry as Mrs. Sun, but he was much smarter than her and knew this matter couldn't escalate—everyone knew Consort Qin's temperament; who would believe that she randomly attacked someone with a knife? If Consort Qin didn't care about it later, wouldn't he be the one to suffer?
Thinking of Consort Qin's cold demeanor earlier, Zhou Erlang felt a mix of anger and fascination—this Wife was indeed a rare beauty. She was becoming more alluring; compared to her previous delicate appearance, her newfound sharpness made her even more interesting. Unfortunately, her identity was quite unsuitable; otherwise, it wouldn't be difficult to attract a wealthy young noble who appreciated such qualities.
He sighed inwardly, breaking free from his wife's grip while putting on a foolish smile. He stepped forward, bowing and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing trouble for everyone. I just scratched myself on a tree branch; this woman is old and confused—don't take her words seriously!"
As soon as Zhou Erlang finished speaking, Mrs. Sun began to scream loudly, but Zhou Erlang forcibly pulled her away. The onlookers pointed and urged Zhou Erlang to quickly take this crazy woman home so that others could have some peace!
After some commotion, the outside gradually returned to calm.
Qin Yaru smiled; she had anticipated this outcome. Zhou Erlang wore a mask of false piety and didn't dare to cause too much trouble.
As for Mrs. Sun, while her mouth was indeed troublesome, the truly frightening ones were never those with fierce appearances. Compared to her hypocritical husband, Mrs. Sun seemed slightly more endearing.
She stretched comfortably and finally felt a bit relieved. Closing the window to block out the noise from outside, she sat down and finally had the energy to examine what she held in her hand—a sharp surgical knife glinting coldly in the light, just the tool she was accustomed to using!
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