Fu Yongsi jumped straight from the second floor to keep his secrets from being exposed.
The gaggle of small fry behind Gao Yang nearly wet themselves in fright.
Just what sort of divine being was she?!
How did she know everything-and even transmit her voice into their heads?!
Worst of all, they couldn't tell anyone. The moment they opened their mouths, all that came out was "beep, beep, beep-"
Not long after Fu Yongsi jumped, a burly woman charged in, carrying a butcher's knife and wearing an apron tied around her waist.
"I work my ass off slaughtering pigs to feed this family, and you shameless bastard come here to visit a brothel!" The woman slashed the air in front of Fu Yongsi with her butcher's knife-swish, swish, swish-nearly frightening him back to life.
In the end, the butcher's daughter hauled him away like a piglet.
[Top Graduate Hou, you absolute legend! You called her over just in time!!]
After Fu Yongsi jumped, Gao Yang glanced behind him again. His followers, who had previously stood united like an impregnable fortress, were all averting their eyes now, thoroughly cowed.
Gao Yang felt rather intimidated too, but as the Duke of Ping's legitimate son, he couldn't lose face. "Enough nonsense, Fifth Miss. Do you dare bet on whose poem will win Miss Misty Rain's favor?!"
Jian Ruonan tucked her hands across her chest like a farmer at leisure. "Why wouldn't I!"
"What are we betting?!"
"You decide!" Gao Yang said.
Jian Ruonan calculated how much private money that scumbag Gao Yang had stashed away and smiled. "Let's bet five thousand taels!"
Gao Yang hesitated.
Jian Ruonan sneered. "Surely the illustrious Duke of Ping's legitimate son has at least five thousand taels!"
Provoked, Gao Yang immediately agreed. "Fine!"
After agreeing, Gao Yang looked