Bai Yujun used the nearsighted eyes passed down through her ancestors to pick a few translucent insect eggs out of the dish...
No wonder there was no smell of poison. She had no idea what kind of insects they were, but swallowing them definitely would not end well. Bai Yujun casually showed them to a passing Senior Brother Lingxu.
That Senior Brother Lingxu said only one word.
"Gu?"
Upon hearing that word, Bai Yujun did not hesitate to fling the dish into the stinking gutter. Afraid she might have been contaminated, she painfully scorched her hands with flames, then quickly moved far away. Her life was already chaotic enough; she had no intention of getting mixed up in that mess.
The banquet continued, while Bai Yujun and the others returned to the side courtyard to rest.
She drew water from the well and filled a bronze basin, vigorously washing the rouge and makeup from her face. With all that clutter gone, she felt wonderfully comfortable. After much effort, she removed the ornaments from her hair, carefully loosened the long hair coiled atop her head, and tied it into a ponytail. At last, her scalp no longer felt tortured.
She took off the long dress, hung it up, and threw herself onto the bed.
The side courtyard was shabby. It usually housed servant girls and had only recently been vacated for the Pear Garden troupe. Besides Bai Yujun, three other girls shared the room, all already asleep from exhaustion.
Her heavy ruler and Hengdao were tucked beneath the bed. Only by touching her weapons did her mind relax somewhat.
Thinking back on Yang Chen's fortune, she truly envied him. She could only use little tricks to skim a bit of his fortune for her cultivation.
That was the fortune bestowed upon