"If it tastes strange, you don't have to apply it," Feng Qishi said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and said, "Didn't you hear? He said it's very expensive. Since it's expensive, there must be a reason for its unpleasant smell." As she spoke, she gently smeared the ointment on her lips with her little finger.
Feng Qishi couldn't bear to watch and turned his face away.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the ointment, pursed her lips, and said, "It's cool and tingly."
"..." Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao but said nothing.
Afterward, Mu Anxiao continued to apply ointment along her lips for her mouth. It wasn't until she got out of the carriage that she realized she had been tricked.
"Miss, you owe me the money for that ointment." The coachman blocked Mu Anxiao's path.
Mu Anxiao, whose lips had completely healed from the continuous application of ointment, looked at the coachman. Her mind was much clearer now than before. "You gave me this ointment, and then you're asking me for money?"
"It's not easy for me either," the coachman said with a grin.
"You're not finding it easy?" Mu Anxiao retorted, not wanting to pay the coachman. She pointed at the carriage with her finger. "Your driving is problematic, causing my mouth to hit the ground. At a time like this, I should be asking you for compensation. Yet, you have the audacity to ask me for money. Are you looking for a beating?" She raised her fist.
The coachman said, "Miss, how can you say that? It's my fault that my driving skills aren't good, but..." he looked troubled, "I didn't tell you to move around randomly."
"You're bullying me, as if I've never ridden in a carriage! Those who drive carriages do so with great stability. You..." Mu Anxiao paused, pointing at the coachman. "I don't want to say anything more about you. Move aside."
"Miss..."
"What miss? I'm definitely not riding in your carriage when I come out next time." Mu Anxiao interrupted, pushed the coachman aside, and strode towards the mansion gate.
At the same time, Feng Qishi stepped in front of the coachman and said, "You're using this trick again."
This coachman was from the General's mansion, and Feng Qishi was well aware of all his tricks. However, because the coachman was also a pitiable person, Feng Qishi usually turned a blind eye when encountering such situations.
Of course, he knew that the coachman would play tricks while driving. That's why he had repeatedly emphasized for Mu Anxiao to sit properly. He hadn't expected Mu Anxiao to be such a disobedient person. In the end, she still suffered because of it.
"..." The coachman lowered his eyes.
Then, seeing the coachman's pitiful state, Feng Qishi took out an ingot of silver from his waist and handed it to him. "She's much sharper than anyone else. If you try to trick her, you'll only embarrass yourself."
Upon hearing this, the coachman looked down at the silver ingot Feng Qishi was giving him and quickly waved his hands. "General, I cannot accept your silver."
"Take it," Feng Qishi said sternly.
The coachman frowned and was about to refuse again when Mu Anxiao turned around. "You didn't refuse when you asked me for money. I see now," she glanced at Feng Qishi, "you two are in cahoots."
Hearing this, the coachman quickly turned to Mu Anxiao and said, "Miss, this is my own business, it has nothing to do with the General."
"It has nothing to do with him," Mu Anxiao said. She walked down the steps and stood before Feng Qishi. "He asked me for money, why didn't you stop him?"
"I thought you were quite wealthy," Feng Qishi said coldly.
"I am wealthy, but I don't spend carelessly. Besides," Mu Anxiao said indignantly, "you know very well how I ended up like this."
"His driving skills were poor, and I told you to sit properly. You didn't listen and fell. You have no one to blame," Feng Qishi said, speaking towards the coachman.
Mu Anxiao's expression froze upon hearing this. "Shen Moyun, you're both bullying me." She pointed at both of them.
The coachman quickly said, "Miss, what I did was wrong. Please don't speak ill of the General." He turned around.
Mu Anxiao didn't even glance at the coachman, continuing to stare at Feng Qishi and let out a couple of cold laughs.
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's expression, which was masking her anger, and said, "He's not taking your money anymore, so you..."
"Shen Moyun, I don't want to talk to you," Mu Anxiao said, turning away.
At the same time, the door of the General's mansion was opened, and then a frail six-year-old girl walked out. "Daddy, you're back." She walked down the steps and towards them.
Mu Anxiao frowned upon seeing this.
Then, the coachman quickly walked up to the little girl and said, "Bing'er, why did you come out?" As he spoke, he squatted down and took the little girl's hand.
This little girl's name was Bing'er. She was the coachman's only daughter. When she was five years old, she fell gravely ill, and after that illness, she became like this.
"Daddy, I missed you," Bing'er said, reaching out to gently touch the coachman's head.
The coachman choked up. "Bing'er, Daddy missed you too. Don't worry, Daddy will earn money properly."
Earn money? xxs
Mu Anxiao listened to the coachman's words and looked at the frail little girl before her, her heart sinking. She said, "You're trying to save money for your daughter's medical treatment, which is why you tried to trick me." She turned to the coachman.
The coachman's eyes darkened. "No."
"No? Then why did you try to take my money..."
"My time is running out. Daddy wants to take me to see beautiful scenery, that's why he's desperately trying to earn money," Bing'er interrupted. She turned and walked in front of Mu Anxiao, looking up at her. "I heard your conversation. It was wrong for my Daddy to trick you. I apologize on behalf of my Daddy." She bowed slightly.
"How can you be so sensible?" Mu Anxiao said, crouching down.
Bing'er looked up at Mu Anxiao and said, "Daddy only has me as his family. Before I got sick, Daddy wasn't like this. It's all my fault." She met Mu Anxiao's eyes. "Please forgive us."
"I haven't said anything. Your words make it sound like I'm the villain," Mu Anxiao said. She reached out to support Bing'er's head, then frowned. "When did you get sick?" She took her hand away.
Bing'er blinked and turned to look at the coachman.
Seeing Mu Anxiao's surprised reaction, the coachman honestly replied, "Last year."
"Last year?" Mu Anxiao said, turning back to stare at Bing'er's face. "How old are you this year?"
"Six."
"Six, so you were five when you got sick." Mu Anxiao said, leaning forward to sniff Bing'er, murmuring, "It smells strange." As she spoke, she took out the ointment from her sleeve.
Bing'er frowned.
Feng Qishi said impatiently, "Can you stop being so jumpy?" He glanced at the coachman, who was now completely tense because of Mu Anxiao.
"Don't talk," Mu Anxiao said. She grabbed Bing'er's arm and shook her head slightly. "Something's not right."
The coachman asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Anxiao swallowed and stood up, asking, "Where did you buy this ointment?" She looked at the coachman.
The coachman replied, "A woman gave it to me. She wore a veil, and I never saw her face. She said this could heal all external wounds, so..." he emphasized, "I didn't sell fake medicine."