Niu Dadan paused for a moment before continuing, "I was afraid the cat would keep causing trouble, so I took a different route."
To everyone's surprise, just as they turned the corner, they saw a burly man pinning Doctor Meng down, his hands gripping Doctor Meng's neck tightly.
Even Doctor Meng rolled his eyes. She was only ten years old; she couldn't even resist. I was anxious... so I just hit her with the carrying pole.
He mimicked the motion of hitting someone, feinting in the air.
Niu Dadan trembled with fear, "Just... just that one moment, and he was dead. I really didn't mean to kill him, I'm not a murderer."
Su Wenqian reassured him, "This man was a wanted criminal by the imperial court. The arrest warrant was just delivered this morning, and the painter hasn't finished making a copy yet. His death was due to cardiac arrest, and it has nothing to do with the injuries to his neck and the back of his head."
Hearing this, Niu Dadan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Meng Anzhi, saying, " Doctor Meng, you're alright. We didn't kill anyone, so don't cry..."
Su Wenqian pulled Meng Anzhi close to him. "Don't be afraid... It's all over now. We've already sent someone to inform your aunt; she'll be here soon."
Meng Anzhi's throat hurt so much she couldn't make a sound, and tears streamed down her face, making her look incredibly pitiful.
When Jin Shanyao arrived, Fifth Master Dong had already been carried away by the yamen runners. She put her arm around Meng Anzhi's shoulder, looked her up and down, and finally her gaze fell on Meng Anzhi's neck.
How could this child be so foolish? Why couldn't they have come back and discussed it instead of resorting to such extreme measures?!
"Does Lord Su have any further questions? No, I'd like to take the child back."
Su Wenqian waved his hand, "Go back. Don't leave her alone to sleep tonight. Stay with her so she doesn't develop psychological trauma."
Jin Shanyao her head, took Meng Anzhi's hand with one hand, and carried the medicine box with the other, hurrying back. She hadn't gone far when she ran into the others from the Anzhi Hall.
Upon seeing the wound on Meng Anzhi's neck, Qing He's eyes turned red with anger. "Which beast did this? I'll kill him..." she said, and was about to rush towards the alley entrance.
The man was stopped by the Jin Shanyao shouting, "He's dead!"
"Dead?" Qing He was slightly taken aback, then burst into curses, "He got off too easy! He should have been torn to pieces!"
Qing Yang tugged at her sleeve, "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Qing He suppressed her anger and stormed home with the others. Just as they reached the entrance of the Anzhi Hall, Shopkeeper Wang asked anxiously, "How is Anzhi? Is she alright?"
As they were talking, Madam Jiang from Brocade Workshop and her daughter rushed over. "How is it... I heard everyone around us saying that Anzhi ran into robbers."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Meng Anzhi's neck, and she cried out in fright, "Who did this... my neck is almost broken!"
Jin Shanyao her head, thinking, "Of course! It was just a little bit short..."
She hugged Meng Anzhi and said to everyone, "Don't even mention it, it scared me to death... Luckily, Niu Dadan from West Street saved me, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Everyone sighed upon hearing this. Shopkeeper Wang lamented, "That Niu Dadan was a good man, it's just a pity about his son... Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. Now that Anzhi is alright, I'm relieved."
As he spoke, he turned and went back to the cosmetics shop. Madam Jiang, holding her daughter's hand, said, "Alright, you two go in quickly and check Anzhi over, lest she develop any chronic illness."
Jin Shanyao led Meng Anzhi into the shop, sat her down, pulled her into her arms, and carefully examined her wounds.
Meng Anzhi had a ring of purplish-blue finger marks around her neck, which looked painful.
"Come on, open your mouth... let me check your throat."
Meng Anzhi slowly opened her mouth, her throat feeling as if it were being cut by a knife.
Jin Shanyao looked in the light and saw that the cartilage inside the throat was broken, and the vocal cords and pharyngeal mucosa were congested and swollen. Just as the coroner had said, if he had stayed any longer, he would King of Hell.
Just as Jin Shanyao was about to reprimand her for her rash actions, she saw Meng Anzhi looking at her pitifully with red eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
I just can't bring myself to say anything reprimanding.
She could see the situation clearly through the ginkgo leaf necklace.
He witnessed Meng Anzhi go from sobbing uncontrollably to ruthlessly committing murder.
Jin Shanyao was both pleased that Meng Anzhi could come up with a solution in such a short time and knew how to protect herself, and at the same time felt that Meng Anzhi's actions were extreme and disregarded the consequences.
The two children had identical personalities: neither left the other a way out, nor did they leave themselves a way out.
Their eyes met, and Meng Anzhi reached out and touched Jin Shanyao's cheek, her fingertips gently caressing it.
She thought Xuanjizi was the monster; her aunt read so many books every day, knowing everything from astronomy to geography, what was so surprising about?
Does finding some herbs turn you into a monster?
If you're not as skilled as others, just say you're not as skilled; to call it a monster is quite an imagination.
Fortunately, she had studied military strategy and saw through Xuanjizi's tactics at a glance. They were nothing more than a combination of fabricating something out of nothing, sowing discord, and using someone else to do the dirty work.
But he shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have, thought of killing his aunt.
Anyone who tries to harm her family... deserves to go to hell.
When Meng Anci returned home from school, he immediately noticed the white bandage around Meng Anzhi's neck. He rushed over to check, and the glaring bruise ignited his anger. "Who did this?"
Meng Anzhi pressed her fingertips to her lips and gently shook her head.
Meng Anci asked urgently, "Mute? Unable to speak?"
Seeing her blink in acquiescence, the boy suddenly turned to Jin Shanyao, "Auntie! Who bullied my sister?"
"The person is dead; their heart has stopped."
"Where's the body? I'm going to finish him off!"
Meng Anzhi glared at him, annoyed. Meng Anci immediately stopped yelling and looked at him with heartache.
"That must have hurt so much! You never even bring a knife when you go out; someone might have put a handcuff around your neck."
Qing He came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of hot porridge, and said angrily, "That man is the swindler you met in the capital. He came here for revenge."
I guess he planned to kill the young lady in the morning, you in the afternoon, the Su Household brothers in the evening, and finally the master. It's just a pity he had a heart attack while killing the young lady and died...
She placed the porridge on the outdoor stone table and stirred it carefully, muttering, "Serves him right... He reaped what he sowed, daring to lay a hand on Miss. Miss is a lucky star descended from heaven; how could he possibly harm her?"
Meng Anci looked at Jin Shanyao, knowing that Fifth Master Dong was actually behind Dong Wuye's Xuanjizi, and asked worriedly, "Won't Xuanjizi's spirit keep haunting us?"
The Jin Shanyao, "No, his soul has been scattered."
Meng Anci finally breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at his sister's neck again, his heart ached...
Seeing that the porridge had cooled down enough, Qing He handed it to Meng Anzhi, saying, "Drink slowly, don't strain your throat..."
He cursed as he walked towards the kitchen, "Damn it, they promised us stir-fried tripe, now we only get cold porridge."
Meng Anzhi sipped the tea slowly, each sip causing a sharp pain in her throat. If she had known that Fifth Master Dong was a fugitive, she would have ended it all with a single stroke long ago; why was she suffering like this?
Hi, I'm out of touch with the news...
After dinner, the two children huddled in the room with the Jin Shanyao. Meng Anci would glance at his sister every now and then, and sometimes he would even pull back the bandage to look at her wound. Meng Anzhi was so annoyed that she kicked him in the leg, pointed to the door, and glared at him.
Meng Anci reluctantly got up, left the house, and went straight into the study.
The top three in the provincial examination all lived in other places, but Zhao Boyong stayed after the exam. He found that Zhao Boyong was quick-witted and had a fast mind; he could memorize the content after only a glance.
He couldn't let his guard down; he had to work hard. Meng Anci turned up the lamp wick, intending to study until 9 PM before going to sleep. He was young and inexperienced, so he had to make up for it by reading.
Meng Anci took out a copy of the Records of the Grand Historian, which was a gift from Lord Su, and the pages were filled with detailed annotations. He then took out a copy of the same book with annotations that he had bought from the capital, and began to study them side by side.
Jin Shanyao inside the house.
Meng Anzhi lay in her arms, clinging to her arm, and fell asleep without her noticing. The Jin Shanyao its Spiritual Power, covering Meng Anzhi's wounds.
Soon the cartilage inside the throat was repaired, and the hematoma and edema in the vocal cords and throat gradually subsided...
Meng Anzhi let out a soft moan and snuggled closer to Jin Shanyao. Jin Shanyao her forehead to help her sleep more peacefully.