She didn't aim, casually releasing her hand, and the arrow once again tore through the air.
This time, it was a fair distance from Nan Yujin. It missed by half a meter. By the time Nan Yujin heard the arrow, it was too late to react. The arrow shot straight into the fence.
"The third arrow!"
Her clear voice reached everyone's ears, but it carried an endless chill. As her voice fell, the bow and arrow shot out fiercely.
Nan Yujin held his breath, listening to the sound of the arrow tearing through the air.
Two steps to the left.
He took two steps to the left, but didn't squat in time!
The crowd watched with bated breath as the arrow pierced Nan Yujin's chest, blood gushing out immediately.
"Ah~~~"
A collective gasp escaped the crowd. The fainter-hearted girls dared not watch any longer.
The cold wind carried the thick scent of blood into everyone's nostrils. The scene before them was so brutal and bloody that their gazes towards Nan Shiying were filled with indignation.
Nan Yujin only grunted, taking half a step back before steadying himself. He covered his chest with one hand, while the other still tightly held the apple on his head.
"Continue!"
Nan Yujin's voice seemed laced with blood, conveying a sense of desperate heroism.
Nan Shiying smiled and drew out the fourth arrow, kindly reminding him, "Young Master Nan, that's the fourth arrow."
The onlookers, looking at the smile on her face, were filled with burning resentment.
The arrow tore through the air again. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Young Master Nan, two steps to the right, bend your knees!"
Nan Yujin didn't move, allowing the arrow to land on the target.
"Young Master Nan?" the person called out in confusion.
Nan Yujin, however, was gasping for breath and said to Nan Shiying, "Young Master Feng, this arrow doesn't count!"
Nan Shiying didn't make things difficult for him and agreed to his statement.
"Young Master Nan, you..."
"Just shut up!"
Liu Cheng turned and yelled at the person, "Do you understand the rules? The most feared thing in a gamble is a disruptor. Do you know what would have happened if Young Master Nan had listened to you just now?"
"The lightest outcome would be the gamble being voided!!"
"If you want Nan Yujin to hate you, then keep talking!"
Liu Cheng might not understand much else, but he understood the rules of gambling. Nan Yujin clearly did too, which was why he hadn't moved.
But the person shouting clearly didn't. Once was forgivable, but if it happened again, with Feng Luan's temper, the gamble would be voided even if it wasn't initially.
And then, Nan Yujin would hate not Feng Luan!
The person's face flashed with resentment, but they didn't dare to speak further. Not everyone present had considered reminding Nan Yujin; this person had simply been the first to speak up.
Mu Baiyu glanced at Mu Xiaoxiao, unable to comprehend why his sister was so deeply infatuated with such a cruel person. Evil, brutal, defiant—he could hardly see any kindness in her. The amusement and coldness in her eyes as she looked at Nan Yujin were like a cat toying with a mouse.
She had no intention of treating Madam Nan's illness; she was merely toying with Nan Yujin, satisfying her own perverted desire to torment others.
"You are forbidden from having any further contact with him!" Mu Baiyu warned in a low voice, glaring at Mu Xiaoxiao.
Mu Xiaoxiao bit her lip. It was the first time she had seen Feng Luan like this, or rather, not entirely. She suddenly recalled their first meeting.
Seeing her in fine attire, she had gone to steal. When she and Old Qin caught her, she had been ferocious, even threatening to sell her to a brothel.
Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head, defending Feng Luan, "Brother, it's not like that. She's just testing Young Master Nan!"
Mu Baiyu felt his sister was blinded by love. Testing? Was one tested with lives?
He scoffed at the idea!
Mu Xiaoxiao, however, firmly believed in Feng Luan's character.
The fourth arrow grazed the apple but did not hit it.
Thus, only one arrow remained!
"The last arrow, Young Master Nan!"
Nan Shiying said, releasing her hand. Nan Yujin ran frantically towards the direction the arrow had shot from, like a moth flying into a flame.
However, fate seemed unwilling to favor this moth, as the arrow flew directly towards his brow.
Just as Nan Yujin was about to have his brow pierced by the arrow, he suddenly raised his hand. The moment the arrow pierced his palm, he lowered his head. The arrow that had passed through his palm shot into the apple.
The scene that unfolded was both tragic and magnificent.
The crowd was momentarily stunned into silence.
Nan Shiying removed the black cloth and saw this scene. She dropped the bow and arrow, then applauded, "Young Master Nan, I've always looked down on your kind of noble family scions, especially you. Your sister overshadowed you to the point of having no presence at all. But today, I was wrong to judge."
As she spoke, she walked forward and, with almost cold detachment, pulled out the arrow that had pierced Nan Yujin's palm. Nan Yujin let out a muffled groan, and the crowd's gazes were instantly filled with fury.
"What are you doing!"
"What else do you want!"
"You, surnamed Feng, don't go too far!"
Nan Shiying ignored them, examining Nan Yujin's palm for a moment. Then, she took out a wound healing powder and handed it to him, "Exclusive wound healing powder from Medicine King Valley. Three times a day, healed in seven days!"
As she spoke, she casually pulled out the arrow from the center of his chest, dodging the spurting blood. Her hand flashed with cold light. The crowd only saw a blur, and when they looked again, Nan Yujin's chest was covered in silver needles, and the bleeding had stopped!
She sighed and took out another bottle of medicine, "Three times a day, healed in half a month!"
"A loss!"
As if the two bottles of medicine were incredibly valuable, her face was scrunched up in a frown.
The crowd, seeing Feng Luan treating Nan Yujin and lamenting the loss of two bottles of medicine, then recalling her earlier wicked, cold demeanor and her disregard for life, felt utterly bewildered!
No, were the person before them and the person from earlier really the same person?
"Thank you!"
Nan Yujin untied the black cloth and said gratefully.
Nan Shiying waved her hand, clearly not wanting to hear him speak further, "Alright, I'll see you at the Nan residence tomorrow morning!"
After agreeing on the time with Nan Yujin, she turned and walked towards Liu Cheng. Her sharp and cold demeanor had vanished, and even the redness around her eyes seemed tinged with weariness, as if she were tired!
"Brother Liu, I'll be heading back!"
She patted Liu Cheng's shoulder and looked up at the crowd.
As her gaze swept over them, everyone instinctively parted to make way. Shen Man stood by the fence gate, gazing intently at her.
Nan Shiying's steps faltered, and she turned her head to look.
Shen Man bowed to her. Nan Shiying found her familiar but couldn't recall where she had seen her. She managed a smile and nodded at her, then, under everyone's watchful eyes, her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Only then did the crowd turn their attention to Nan Yujin.
Just as Feng Luan had said, they had truly gotten to know him today!
Seeking medical help for his mother, willing to face death.
Utter filial piety!