"Call me what?"
"If it weren't for you stirring up trouble, how could things be like this?"
Nanshiying, lost in thought about how to handle the current situation, couldn't control the murderous aura surging in her heart. Her fierce and cold gaze terrified Wang Qiancheng, making him tremble. The way she looked at him, as if he were a fish on a chopping block, contemplating how to cook him, instantly ignited a great fear within him. This fear spread through his body at an incredible speed, leaving him feeling breathless and suffocated.
He was shaking, and the legs of the chair vibrated with him, making a "creaking" sound.
Nanshiying turned her head, looking at Ji Jinmo, whose expression had remained unchanged from beginning to end. Aside from the initial surprise and subsequent annoyance, her emotions had gradually calmed. She now considered her previous contemplation to be foolish.
It was merely about killing two thugs who intended to harm her.
Given her status as a direct disciple of the Medicine King Valley, what punishment could she possibly face?
With this thought, Nanshiying couldn't help but chuckle. However, her sudden laughter sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
To them, her smile, as warm as a spring breeze, twisted into something akin to a ghost face formed by the interplay of light and shadow on the wall, carrying a contempt for life and a cruelty towards humanity.
A single word suddenly emerged in their minds, expanding to fill their entire consciousness: demon!
This "great benefactor," known as a living bodhisattva, was truly a 'great benefactor'!
Even though he believed the other party wouldn't dare kill him in public, Wang Qiancheng couldn't suppress his fear. The warmth emanating from the girl beside him, who had long been pale with fright, was the only thing that made him feel alive and not fallen into an abyss.
He pulled the girl's arm, shielding himself behind her as if covering his ears to deceive himself, as if this action could make her ignore him.
While everyone was also terrified by the opponent's ruthlessness, it didn't prevent them from despising Wang Qiancheng.
He was nothing but a coward who caused trouble and then feared the consequences!
The young waiter's legs were not only trembling but his entire body was shaking. He opened his mouth, his upper and lower teeth clattering, his tongue curling at the edges, "Young Master Feng, we at Yipinjv can testify for you. We only beg you to spare Young Master Wang."
If anyone else dared to commit murder in Yipinjv, the waiter would have long since called the guards to hand them over to the authorities. But this person before them, not to mention the good impression he had made on the Emperor due to his recent trip to Yuzhou for disaster relief, just his identity as a direct disciple of the Medicine King Valley meant that killing two servants was hardly something the government would dare to imprison or behead him for.
Who in this world could guarantee they wouldn't fall ill? For any minor ailment or serious sickness, wasn't it these skilled physicians who could save their lives?
Even princes and nobles had to beg for treatment from the direct disciples of the Medicine King Valley.
Now, with a direct disciple of the Medicine King Valley living under the noses of princes and nobles, even to leave a good impression, these powerful figures would eagerly rush to resolve this matter.
The waiter's sole thought now was to save Wang Qiancheng's life, lest the Wang family vent their anger on their Yipinjv. Even if they weren't afraid, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Nanshiying looked at the waiter with a hint of confusion. Although she did have the urge to crush Wang Qiancheng, she was not a bloodthirsty demon, so why would she want to take Wang Qiancheng's life?
"Young Master Wang, speak up!"
The confusion in Nanshiying's eyes was interpreted by the waiter as the deepest malice. The waiter was so frightened he almost sat down on the ground. The fear, amplified to its extreme, was followed by anger. The waiter turned his head and yelled at Wang Qiancheng. If not for a sliver of rationality in his mind, the waiter would have long since rushed to Wang Qiancheng's side, grabbed him by the shoulders, and shoved him to the ground.
"Kowtow and admit your mistakes!"
Wang Qiancheng suddenly looked up, wishing he could carve this waiter who had called his name into a thousand pieces!
Why call him at this moment?
"You..."
He was about to curse when his gaze met Nanshiying's, and he felt like a fish out of water, facing the terror of death powerlessly, unable to break free.