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With the soft, fragrant body in his arms, the scholar could no longer care about anything else and subconsciously blushed as he answered, "Okay." Then, he thought for a moment and realized that it wasn't quite right. "My wife is confused. It's certainly not indecent to your husband."

"What you say is true, my lord." Fan Qingbo was secretly overjoyed, but he still responded verbally.

As they spoke, Li Chengxi led them to sit down at the window, to the right of Nan Wuyao.

The crowd's attention followed Li Chengxi's steps into the hall. Under the guidance of an elderly man dressed as a Taoist priest, the interrupted proceedings resumed. A man with an angry, indignant look scooped up a stack of scrolls and recounted the numerous evil deeds of the demoness Tao Jinjin.

Fan Qingbo finally understood what these people were doing. If the charming woman in the hall were replaced by a blind man with golden hair, then four words could perfectly describe the current scene—a lion-slaying assembly.

While the protests against the witch were in full swing, three seemingly idle people started chatting about everyday things.

"I've long admired your reputation as a master healer, and today I'm finally fortunate enough to meet you." Fan Qingbo had complete confidence in her man; everyone present was no problem, the only one to be wary of was this master healer, skilled in both medicine and poison. Since she was idle anyway, she might as well try to get closer and strive for a peaceful resolution. "Eh, where's Ninth Miss?"

Nan Wuyao finally stopped drinking and said casually, "Ajiu is pregnant and it is inconvenient for her to come."

"Huh?" Ninth Miss is pregnant? That must be something that happened recently, right? The teahouses haven't heard anything yet. After a moment of stunned silence, Fan Qingbo's face lit up with a smile, and he clasped his hands in congratulations, "Congratulations!"

At this moment, the scholar who had been silent spoke up, "Congratulations, senior brother."

Senior brother?! Fan Qingbo turned around abruptly, looking at the calm-faced scholar in surprise.

A strange light flashed across Nan Wuyao's eyes, then returned to normal. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Senior brother? Hehe, it's rare for you to acknowledge me as your senior brother in public. It really has been a long time. Master, he...?"

The scholar lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the slight ripples in them, and said, "He is still elusive, only occasionally sending letters."

Fan Qingbo finally recovered from his shock and exclaimed with delight, "So you two are fellow disciples?! Oh, senior brother! It's better to meet by chance than to invite someone—" This line sounded familiar, but never mind. "Why don't you come to my house for a chat, have some tea, catch up, and talk about Master?" In short, it's best to get out of this troublesome place as soon as possible!

Nan Wuyao gave her a half-smile. "My Ah Jiu instructed me that if you take money to help people solve their problems, you have to leave on good terms to have repeat customers. I've already accepted a hefty sum to be the chief physician for this martial arts tournament, so naturally I can't just leave whenever I want."

Fan Qingbo deflated, his shoulders slumped, and he reached for a cup of tea, but was stopped.

The scholar grasped her hand holding the teacup, looked up and asked Nan Wuyao with a serious expression, "Senior brother, it's not advisable to drink tea while pregnant, right?"

Na Wuyao swayed unsteadily as he busied himself adding wine to his flask. In a moment of carelessness, the wine spilled, filling the air with its aroma. Hearing the scholar's question, he glanced at Fan Qingbo and lazily replied, "Yes. Especially since my sister-in-law has a constitution prone to coldness, she shouldn't touch anything cold."

Fan Qingbo nodded, released the teacup, and asked, "Is it alright to drink water then?"

"No," the scholar touched the kettle and shook his head, "the water is cold too."

Fan Qingbo's face twitched. Was the "cooling" he was referring to in terms of the medicine's properties, not its warming nature? "Then what about my thirst?"

The scholar thought for a moment, then said, "Let's go home then."

“That’s right, this trial of Tao Jinjin has nothing to do with us, so let’s go back.”

"That's right, that's right," Fan Qingbo nodded repeatedly, then suddenly froze—she didn't say a word. Who was speaking? She abruptly turned her head, her lips twitching, and the landlady's voice boomed: "What business is it of yours what my husband and I are having? Go back and hold your martial arts tournament!"

One or two tenants suddenly surrounded them, their eyes gleaming, as if they wanted everyone to know their intentions.

I said—

"Shh!" Tenant A was interrupted by Fan Qingbo before he could even speak. "Look, that old Taoist priest is glaring at you!"

It seemed that the old Taoist priest held a high position, as the tenants all shut up after hearing her words. Fan Qingbo smiled with satisfaction. She couldn't see the old Taoist priest, whose face was twitching as he turned away from her, and thought that since she couldn't leave anyway, she might as well treat it as a show.

Inside the hall, as the angry young man read out Tao Jinjin's crimes one by one, the martial arts crowd was filled with indignation, each wanting to kill her. Tao Jinjin, on the other hand, listened with great interest, sometimes frowning as if about to retort, sometimes looking bewildered, sometimes smug, and sometimes reverting to her listless demeanor, showing no sign of the tension of being at his mercy. Fan Qingbo couldn't help but admire her.

Her calm and composed demeanor is exactly like that of a female lead! No matter how you look at it, a male lead should come to her rescue soon.

"In April of the third year of Yuanzu, she bewitched several disciples of Tianmen into killing each other; in May, she attempted to take advantage of the Divine Sword Manor's Young Master Shenyi; in mid-May, she assaulted and poisoned several young swordsmen; in June..."

Wait a minute, this angry young woman has been reciting for so long, how come eight out of ten of her accusations are about her raping and murdering innocent young heroes?

Fan Qingbo clicked her tongue inwardly. She knew she had read and written countless books, but she wouldn't dare to easily attempt such a female lead role. Not to mention the acceptance level of readers in this era, just imagine the pressure on the male lead!