Chapter 4
Early the next morning, Shen Yao Xing wanted to take Meng Xin Yi to see a doctor, but this person was unconcerned about her injuries, appearing calm and composed, which only made Shen Yao Xing more anxious.
"My injuries are truly not serious, there's no need to go to such trouble. Even if we see a doctor, her medicine might not be as good as my own," Meng Xin Yi explained softly as she struggled to put on her outer garment.
Having wandered the jianghu for so many years, she had sustained all kinds of injuries, big and small. Some of the deeper scars were like brands on her skin, impossible to erase, and she had long since grown accustomed to them.
Shen Yao Xing looked at her, gritting her teeth. This was truly a case of the emperor being less anxious than the eunuch—ah, no, she was definitely not a eunuch!
"Fine, don't see a doctor then!" she said, turning angrily to leave the bedroom. But after a moment, she returned, her expression sour: "Do you want breakfast or not?"
Meng Xin Yi tried hard to suppress her smile, coughing lightly before nodding: "Let's go together."
The two went directly to sit in the ground floor hall of the inn. There were quite a few people at this time, both men and women, each with their weapons by their side. Meng Xin Yi discreetly surveyed the room before saying in a low voice, "It seems the reputation of this treasure-hunting competition is indeed significant. People from all walks of life have already started gathering in Taizhou City."
Shen Yao Xing ate her steamed bun expressionlessly, not saying a word, appearing as if she didn't want to engage.
Seeing this, Meng Xin Yi said no more, but occasionally glanced at her, thinking that even when angry, this person looked extremely like those young gentlemen.
Suddenly, an argument broke out at the next table. Shen Yao Xing, eating her steamed bun, frowned slightly, feeling extremely annoyed. Couldn't people just eat their breakfast in peace early in the morning?
The argument at the next table gradually escalated into physical confrontation. The sound of bowls and plates crashing to the floor was incessant. The innkeeper's earnest persuasions had no effect. Other guests in the inn began to join in the commotion. The scene was chaotic, with only Meng Xin Yi's table remaining exceptionally quiet.
In fact, Shen Yao Xing had been enduring all along. She truly despised such noisy scenes. Food and plates kept flying past her ears until one of the fighting individuals bumped into her back.
Her hand paused in tearing the steamed bun. Her already foul mood now made her want to turn around and crush that person's skull.
The woman behind her was still cursing loudly. Shen Yao Xing slowly turned her head, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Sister, please be careful."
The woman, seeing this person's delicate appearance, immediately thought she was easy to bully. Glaring, she began to curse loudly: "I'll be careful with your whole family!"
Saliva sprayed all over Shen Yao Xing's face like raindrops. She closed her eyes, the steamed bun in her hand crushed into a ball. Opening her eyes, she took the handkerchief Meng Xin Yi offered and wiped her face: "If you want to speak, speak. Can you not spray saliva..."
The woman, already feeling embarrassed from the earlier push and harboring anger, now saw an easy target and naturally wouldn't let it go. She raised her hand to slap, but in a flash, her hand met empty air. The person who had been wiping her face a moment ago had vanished.
Just as she was about to turn around, she felt a weight on her head, and her entire face was pressed against the table.
The woman's eyes widened, completely unaware of how this person had gotten behind her. When she realized what had happened, she struggled desperately, flailing her arms wildly but unable to break free.
The scene was somewhat comical—a girl who looked barely of age easily pinning down a burly woman, who seemed unable to break free. The people in the inn looked at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter.
The person who had been arguing with the woman earlier laughed the most mockingly: "What's the matter, Xiao Jiu? You were so capable earlier, how come you can't even handle a little girl now?"
The woman called Xiao Jiu's face turned red, but she still couldn't break free. She could only try to save face by cursing. Some of her words were so vulgar that Meng Xin Yi frowned and quickly threw over a steamed bun to stuff her mouth.
At the same time, Shen Yao Xing released her hand and forcefully kicked the woman's stomach, sending her flying quite a distance.