At the cloth shop, Zhao Guoer made trouble, leaving the shopkeeper's wife in a difficult position, unsure what to do for a moment.
Inside the shop, Ning Chen looked at the woman outside dressed as a man, a faint curve at the corner of his lips. He set down twenty taels of silver, took the bolt of cloth, and led the person beside him outside.
"Did you not hear what this young master said?"
Zhao Guoer looked at the two emerging from the shop and spoke coldly.
Ning Chen stopped, smiling as he said, "Young master, we bought this cloth before you arrived. There is plenty more in the shop. Why must you make things difficult for us?"
"You don't know what's good for you."
Zhao Guoer's eyes turned cold. Her figure flashed, and her slender hand reached out to seize the cloth in his arms.
Bang!
Ning Chen seemed to turn instinctively, taking the force of her palm with his back. He staggered several steps, blood spilling from his mouth.
Seeing this, Zhao Guoer abruptly withdrew her true qi, her expression turning ugly.
"Husband."
Xin Yu stepped forward to support him, worry written across her face.
"I'm fine."
Ning Chen raised a hand to wipe away the blood at his lips, then cupped his hands toward the person before him. "Young master, you have vented your anger. May we leave now?"
"Don't let me see you again."
Zhao Guoer snorted coldly, turned, and headed toward the City Lord's Mansion.
"Let's go."
Ning Chen took the hand of the woman beside him with a gentle smile and returned the way they had come.
"Actually, you did not have to endure it," Xin Yu said softly.
"I struggled my whole life and grew tired long ago. Now that I have finally