In the Octagonal Pavilion of the small garden, Mo Yan secretly glanced at the person sitting opposite her, eyeing the symtrical handprints on both sides. Had the situation not been inappropriate, she would have laughed out loud, releasing the frustration from having her face touched.
The person had an extraordinary appearance and seed quite remarkable, making Mo Yan feel sowhat uneasy, daring not to be too overt.
What kind of person was Yan Junyu? How could he not notice the chief culprit revelling in schadenfreude? Clutching his Jade Bone Fan, he endured and endured, repeatedly telling himself that it was his own hand that was cheap and deserved the slap, not the fault of the impetuous girl, barely maintaining his noble composure without jumping up to start a fight.
However, he couldn’t completely calm his emotions. He quickly fanned himself with the Jade Bone Fan, attempting to quell the anger boiling within him.
Mo Yan’s mouth twitched uncontrollably as she instinctively reached to adjust her clothes; it was sowhat cold in this uncovered pavilion with the outside breeze blowing in.
Yan Junyu noticed and paused, suddenly finding the Jade Bone Fan exceedingly botherso. With a "snap" he closed the fan and tossed it onto the stone table— he didn’t want to be thought of as crazy by a quick-tempered brat!
In the entire small garden, there were only the two of them. No one spoke at that mont, and aside from the sound of the breeze, all was quiet.
Seeing that he was silent, Mo Yan didn’t plan to waste ti either. She coughed and took the initiative to ask, "May I know the gentleman’s surna? Did you make Punishing Shopkeeper run all the way here for sothing?"
Yan Junyu initially didn’t want to engage, hoping to kill her haughtiness so she wouldn’t be so arrogant. However, bullying a young girl wasn’t the act of a gentleman.
With a foul look, he glanced at Mo Yan and pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, throwing it on the stone table, "See for yourself!"
Mo Yan didn’t mind the attitude of a stranger. She unhesitatingly picked up the paper from the stone table and unfolded it. After a glance, she was so angry she wanted to rush to Liu Yang Village and give Mo Yongshou a good beating.
She finally understood what devilish sche Mo Yongshou was concocting. While she was fuming inside, she maintained an air of nonchalance on the surface, "What does the gentleman an by this?"
Seeing her so composed, Yan Junyu was unexpectedly surprised, "You’re not angry?"
Mo Yan pretended to be puzzled, "This is a transaction between Mo Yong and you all; it has nothing to do with . Why should I be angry?"
Yan Junyu choked, his narrow fox-like eyes staring intently at Mo Yan’s face. Seeing her expression didn’t seem feigned, he gave a wicked smile, "I don’t care whether you’re truly foolish or pretending, but if I use this to force him to reveal the Secret Technique, do you think you can escape?"
Mo Yan’s expression beca even calr, "You won’t!"
Her decisive answer once again stymied Yan Junyu, "I will let you see whether I will or not!"
The obviously frustrated tone instead made Mo Yan quietly breathe a sigh of relief. However, she knew it was not wise to provoke this sowhat juvenile man any further.
"If you wanted to do that, you’d have already done it without making Punishing Shopkeeper wait for half a month; moreover, you could have used this evidence to collude with Mo Yongshou to force . To keep my family safe, I would have compromised. Yet, you have not done so and instead inford . Your actions prove that you are a man of integrity!"
Being praised as a "man of integrity," the person in question, Yan, was hit with a flattery that made him thoroughly comfortable. He gave Mo Yan a "smart girl" look and started playing with the Jade Bone Fan again.
Mo Yan bowed her head, not allowing him to see the twitching of her lips. She had thought this man would be difficult to deal with, but now it appeared...
Indeed, the subordinates reflect their master, with the Punishing Shopkeeper and that Xiao Zhu both looking quite foolish, so it’s only normal for the master to be a bit more foolish.
Yan Junyu wasn’t aware that he had been categorized as a "fool" by Mo Yan; he cheerfully asked, "So, does this an you’re willing to hand over the Secret Technique?"
Mo Yan decisively shook her head, "There’s no such thing as a Secret Technique, which the young master should already know."
Yan Junyu’s gaze darkened, yet the smile on his face grew even thicker. Pointing with the Jade Bone Fan toward the flowers blooming in the flowerbed, he suddenly asked sothing that seed out of place,
"Do you know why these flowers, which clearly bloom in the autumn, are able to bloom in the harsh winter?"
Looking at the flowers swaying in the chill wind, Mo Yan hesitated before shaking her head.
Yan Junyu didn’t look at her; with a flick of his finger, the Jade Bone Fan snapped open and shot out swiftly. Before Mo Yan could even react, the fan, carrying a severed Begonia, "whooshed" back into Yan Junyu’s hand.
Mo Yan was dumbfounded as she watched. A fan could be played with in such a manner?
At that mont, her gaze towards Yan Junyu completely changed. Looking at the Begonia with its extrely even cut surface, she unconsciously touched her neck, imnsely relieved that after being hit by her twice, out of anger, he hadn’t thrown the fan to sever her neck.
"Tsk, with such a faint heart, you still dare to lay hands on this lord; you should be grateful I never hit won!"
As Yan Junyu saw her reaction, he let out more cold mockery, and only then did he feel that he had regained a bit of his dignity.
Mo Yan’s mouth twitched again, and she simply closed her lips, refusing to speak.
A punch landed on cotton, leaving Yan Junyu’s previously improved mood soured once again. He tossed the Begonia to Mo Yan and explained gruffly,
"The reason these flowers can withstand the winter cold is that, from the first day the seeds are sown, they’re watered with a certain dicinal concoction. This concoction not only allows the flower plants to suffer less from pests and diseases but also enables them to resist harsh cold. Otherwise, where do you think all those noblewon and ladies in the capital get a hundred varieties of flowers for their winter flower-viewing parties?"
A dicinal concoction?
Mo Yan looked at the Begonia in her hand in utter shock, never having imagined that such a miraculous concoction existed in this world. In her previous life, trying to make out-of-season flowers bloom was quite a difficult task.
Could it be precisely because of this concoction that this man was so certain she had a Secret Technique in her hands, or sothing similar to this dicine?
The next words from Yan Junyu terrified Mo Yan, leaving her completely without an excuse to stall.
"Your family’s vegetables grow even better than those in season, which is suspicious enough, not to ntion they taste even better. After being consud for a while, they can even expel impurities from the body. Do you think if you deny it, I have no way to prove it?"
Watching Mo Yan’s unassailable calm finally crumble, Yan Junyu smiled and shook the Jade Bone Fan, the cunning glint in his fox-like eyes growing more intense.
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