On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The steel blade whistled as it slashed towards the fat merchant's face!

Miaoqin stood still, a sneer of confidence curling at the corners of her lips.

Bloodshed on the spot is the best deterrent to these people!

But the smile on her face froze the next moment.

The fat merchant, despite his seemingly bulky and clumsy body, deftly sidestepped the powerful slash.

His movements were unhurried yet incredibly precise, the blade whistling past his brocade robe.

The subordinate was taken aback, clearly not expecting to miss, and staggered forward two steps before barely regaining his balance.

Before he could even adjust his posture, the fat merchant had already lunged forward, his right hand flashing out like lightning to grab his wrist holding the knife.

The subordinate felt a numbness in his wrist, and the steel knife was forcibly taken away.

He was both shocked and furious, and swung his left fist at the fat merchant's face, but the fat merchant casually deflected the punch with his left hand, thus neutralizing all the force.

After only two rounds, the outcome was already decided.

The fat merchant weighed the steel knife in his hand, then with a flick of his wrist, the blade slicing across his subordinate's neck.

Blood splattered everywhere, landing on the nearby octagonal table and staining the tablecloth red.

The subordinate didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open, already lifeless.

The hall was completely silent; even the sobs of the women stopped abruptly.

Everyone stared blankly at the fat businessman, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The fat merchant, who had just been acting like a spoiled brat, now held a steel knife, the tip dripping blood, yet not a single drop touched him. His aura was so fierce that no one dared to look him in the eye.

The portly merchant frowned, weighed the knife in his hand, clicked his tongue, and said with disdain, "This knife is no good. It's too light, and the blade isn't sharp enough. I didn't use it well."

Miaoqin's face turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously took a step back: "Who exactly are you?"

She simply couldn't believe that this fat man, whom she had so easily subdued, possessed such extraordinary skills.

Before the fat merchant could answer, the myna bird on his shoulder jumped up and down, calling out in a shrill voice, "Fatty, fat man, the fat man you look down on!"

Oh dear, the fat guy slapped me in the face! Come on, you want to die? Anyway, there are so many people here..."

In the last few lines, it sang in a strange, high-pitched tone, its voice sharp and thin.

The atmosphere in the hall, which had been shrouded in fear and panic, instantly relaxed.

Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The myna bird jumped even more excitedly, continuing to shout, "Slap in the face! Slap in the face! The wicked woman is scared out of her wits!"

Miaoqin was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she stared intently at the myna bird.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now! The Silver Guard of the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion has a talking myna bird like this!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The Silver Guard of the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion is a very famous figure.

Rumor has it that he is highly skilled in martial arts, meticulous in his thinking, and has been following the Prince of Zhennan for many years, making him the Prince's most trusted and capable assistant.

Miaoqin suddenly looked up at the fat merchant, her eyes filled with shock and wariness.

How did people from the Prince of Zhennan's mansion end up here? And why are they disguised as merchants?

Upon hearing this, the portly businessman shook his head and sighed, a hint of helplessness on his face: "What a mess this has made. I was hoping to enjoy using an alias, but now I've been recognized and my disguise has been exposed."

Someone looked down at him, puzzled, and asked, "A disguise?"

The fat merchant took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, and revealed his true appearance.

He put away the handkerchief and explained to the puzzled crowd, "The 'vest' I'm talking about isn't a real 'vest,' it just refers to an identity that the abbot taught me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu chuckled to herself. She would have to go back and talk to the abbot about it. He told him to stop talking to Yin Ding and the others about the "Vest War God Text" and to stop teaching the myna bird such strange things. He wondered where it had learned these oddities. The more he taught it, the more nonsensical it became.

Miaoqin recognized the silver ingot at that moment, and her heart sank.

The silver guard of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion was actually him!

Yan Ruyu's identity is then self-evident.

She looked up at Yan Ruyu with shock in her eyes: "It's you."

“You are his master, so you…”

Yan Ruyu did not deny it, but nodded slightly and said calmly, "Miaoqin, it would be the easiest thing to do to surrender now."

If you insist on resisting...

Miaoqin's eyes were filled with obsession.

She has been plotting for so long in order to control Youcheng, how could she give up now?

She raised her head and said firmly, "I originally wanted to have a contest with you to see what you're really capable of."

Now that we've met face to face, how could I possibly give up? There's absolutely no way I'll surrender!

After saying that, she suddenly waved her hand and shouted at her men, "Attack! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Although the men with knives had been intimidated by Yin Ding's skills, they were bound by military orders and gritted their teeth, raising their knives and charging towards Yin Ding, Yan Ruyu, and the others.

The steel blades were brandished, flashing and gleaming, exuding a murderous aura.

Yin Ding sneered, brandished his steel knife, and charged at one of his men who was leading the charge.

He was agile and skilled with a sword; every strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless. His men were no match for him.

Suddenly, a whistle was heard.

Sun Qing and Wu Liang arrived with their men and joined the battle.

The hall erupted into chaos, filled with the clanging of clashing steel blades, screams, and the clatter of collapsing tables and chairs.

Manager Yu led most of the merchants to try to hide in a safe place.

Miaoqin stood there, watching her subordinates fall one by one, her face growing increasingly grim.

Her eyes hardened, and she pulled a poisoned dagger from her bosom. With a flash, she rushed into the crowd.

The myna bird stood on the beam and shouted in a shrill voice, "Fight! Fight! Beat that wicked woman to a pulp!"

Miaoqin was so angry she almost vomited blood.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, everyone heard Miaoqin's cold shout.

"Stop! Otherwise, I'll kill him!"

Yan Ruyu turned around and saw Miaoqin carrying a man in his arms. He was in his thirties, not bad-looking, and had a mustache.

She vaguely remembered this person; she had seen him once or twice at Manager Yu's shop. Manager Yu said he was the vice president of the Chamber of Commerce.

He is a very capable person.

When the people of Youcheng fell ill, everyone donated food and medicine, and this person was among them, even helping out for a while.

Upon seeing this, Manager Yu exclaimed in surprise, "Let's talk this over!"

"Manager Qin!"

Qin Zhao looked at everyone, a smile appearing on his face: "Everyone, don't worry about me. We can't abandon the Youcheng trade route because of me alone."

Manager Yu stepped forward and said urgently, "No!"

Miaoqin held the blade to Qin Zhao's neck and looked at Yan Ruyu: "If you want him to live, then obediently step aside and let me leave."

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly: "Want to leave? Fine, hand over the antidote."

Miaoqin sneered: "Antidote? What antidote is there?"