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Chapter 189: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

Yan Limo said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me? Brother Yan, you and I have been together since childhood and have a deep friendship. Can't you feel how I treat you? Why are you always so indifferent? Can't you be a little gentler to me?" Jing Qiudie's voice revealed deep accusation and confusion.

Yan Limo frowned slightly, seeming to be annoyed by her accusations.

He said coldly: "In that case, then help me do something."

"What's the matter?" Jing Qiudie felt hope in her heart.

"Catch Song Yuesheng."

"What does this have to do with Sister Yue?" Jing Qiudie frowned and asked in confusion.

"She let her cat scratch my face. The doctor said it would take a month to remove the scar. She also spread rumors against me. Xiaodie, what do you think? Should I scratch her?"

Yan Limo's eyes turned cold, and his voice revealed a hint of resentment.

Jing Qiudie quickly retorted: "Sister Yue is not that kind of person."

Yan Limo sneered, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "You and Song Yuesheng have only known each other for a few days, and you are speaking for her like this? Maybe she taught you martial arts for other purposes~"

"you--"

Jing Qiudie couldn't win the argument, tears welled up in her eyes, she angrily threw her sleeves away and ran away without looking back.

After witnessing another fierce quarrel, Ah Fu patted his heart with a feeling of having survived the disaster.

He turned around and looked at Yan Limo, and asked tentatively: "Master, are you being a little too harsh on Miss Jing?"

Yan Limo snorted, his expression showing no apology at all: "Song Yuesheng definitely has a secret that cannot be revealed! This young master is helping Xiaodie so that she won't misjudge people."

In Qianzhou, Magistrate Jun and his wife were kind to everyone, and everyone wanted to curry favor with them.

But the Jun Mansion is impregnable. Not to mention assassins, even invited guests have certain thresholds to enter.

Song Yuesheng was a foreigner. If she had no other purpose in approaching Jing Qiudie, how could she possibly appear at the banquet at Jun Mansion!

It’s better to be sad now than to cry bitterly after discovering Song Yuesheng’s true face in the future.

……

"Ah."

"Ah-"

The man at the horse shop heard Song Yuesheng sneeze and thought she was not satisfied with the horse in front of her, so he smiled and walked over to her: "Miss, do you think this horse is not a good choice? We have many here, you can take your time to choose."

"No, this one will do."

Song Yuesheng waved his hand and gently stroked the soft mane of the black horse in front of him.

As she spoke, she took out a heavy bag of silver from her sleeve and handed it to the waiter beside her.

The clerk took the silver, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said more respectfully: "Young lady, you have a good eye. This horse was just shipped from Kyoto last month. It runs fast and steadily. It is definitely a top-quality horse."

Song Yuesheng nodded slightly, then grasped the reins and jumped onto the horse.

The way out of the city did not pass through the busiest streets of Qianzhou, so after Song Yuesheng got used to the horse, he ran towards the city gate without much worry.

The horseshoes hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

Just as she was about to reach the city gate, a man in a white shirt blocked her way.

Seeing that he was about to collide, Song Yuesheng hurriedly tightened the reins and pulled back hard.

With a sharp neigh, the horse's hoof in front suddenly rose high, then fell heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust, and narrowly avoided the person who suddenly appeared.

Song Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief. She stared at Feng Zhi who was standing in the middle of the road. "If you want to die, go find someone else. I'm not interested! Get out of the way. I have something urgent to do!"

Feng Zhi approached slowly. His voice was low and firm as he answered the question irrelevantly: "If you go to the Ice Region Plateau now, you will be seeking death."

"If I stay in Qianzhou, I will die." Song Yuesheng smiled faintly, looking at the city gate, and continued, "Instead of staying here and waiting to die, I might as well find a weapon that I can use to practice."

Feng Zhi pursed his lips and said, "If you hadn't caused such a scene in Jun Mansion, the people, demons, and gods of Qianzhou would not have noticed you."

"There is no medicine for regret in the world." Song Yuesheng touched his chin.

Apart from the person Feng Zhi mentioned, the person she was most worried about was the heroine Song Zhiyan.

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows towards Feng Zhi, with a sly look in her eyes, and smiled jokingly: "Feng Zhi, you came to the city gate on purpose, could it be that you care about me and are attracted by my beauty?"

Feng Zhi quickly turned his head, avoiding her eyes, and said angrily: "Little witch, put away your fox tribe charm magic!"

"Hahaha!"

Song Yuesheng laughed loudly, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out of the city gate like an arrow.

"Come back, little witch!"

Feng Zhi shouted angrily, but the only answer he got was flying dust.

He noticed that she was wandering around the horse market and guessed that she was going to leave Qianzhou, so he blocked the city gate, intending to make her break the fox tribe's charm.

Who knew she was going to the Ice Plateau.

And he was dragged away by her and talked about a lot of irrelevant things.

When the question of removing the spell came up, she just walked away with a smile.

It really pissed him off!

Feng Zhi took advantage of no one paying attention, changed back into his original cat form, sniffed the scent of the dirty orange cat, and then ran away.

If she didn't remove the fox clan's charm spell when she came back, he would kill the dirty orange cat.

Feng Zhi was a step late.

When he followed the smell, he saw Jing Qiudie carrying the dirty cat into the gate of Jun Mansion.

Ah.

The little witch was prepared and was able to settle the cat before leaving.

……

Since Jing Qiudie was adopted by the Jun family, she has never made any requests, so when Mrs. Jun heard Jing Qiudie ask her if she could keep a cat temporarily, she agreed decisively.

With the consent of the prefect's wife, Jing Qiudie chose a sunny corner in her yard, built a cat bed, and ordered people to buy fried dried fish for the orange cat to eat after its bath.

The little orange cat lay lazily in the cat bed built by Jing Qiudie herself, enjoying the gentle massage from the maid.

It slightly raised its bright eyes and looked at Jing Qiudie who was standing beside it.

Woo woo woo, this human is so nice to it, meow.

There are fish to eat, comfortable bedding, and special humans to give it massages.

The owner said that she might not come back, so it will recognize this human as its owner, meow!

"Brother Yan said that it was Sister Yue who asked you to scratch his face, Fatty Ju, is that true?" Jing Qiudie poked the cat's head.

"Meow?"

That human from yesterday?

Why are the bad guys the first to complain, meow!

It was clearly him who sent people to kill the master, and the master was just teaching him a lesson.

Jing Qiudie sighed, "Alas. I should have asked Sister Yue when she left, so I wouldn't have gone to Liangyi Inn and found it empty-handed."

"Miss, this is bad! Miss..."

The magpie rushed into the inner room with an anxious look on his face and panting.

"what's up?"

Xi Que was still panting as she spoke incoherently, "Song... Song Zhiyan... just came to the mansion and said that Master Yan's facial injury needed the herb purple vine. She asked Madam to lend her the purple vine in the mansion for Master Yan's sake."

Jing Qiudie's brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of displeasure in her voice: "Didn't someone send some to the Song Mansion at the beginning of the year? Why do you have to come to the Jun Mansion to ask for medicinal herbs? Xi Que, let's go, we can't let mother be soft-hearted and agree!"

However, Xi Que was embarrassed and lowered his voice: "But... Song Zhiyan has already left with the purple vine..."

"What!" Jing Qiudie's voice suddenly rose. She stood up abruptly, her face full of anger. "This is too much! You have the medicine in your own house, but you have to go to Jun's house to ask for it! Xi Que, let's go to Yan's house now and get the purple vine back!"

"Miss, are we going to ignore the injury on Master Yan's face?"

Jing Qiudie was stunned by Xi Que's words, and a conflicted expression flashed across her face.

Finally, she compromised and said, "Since mother agreed, Song Zhiyan is lucky. I will let her go this time!"