That night, as dusk fell, the gates of Spring Breeze Workshop were wide open.
The villagers rushed out, but they didn't go far; instead, they cooperatively stayed outside the workshop.
The armored warriors, originally surrounding the workshop, now "drew boundaries with the ground as their prison," surrounding these villagers to test "whether the filth on them was contagious and if anything would happen tonight."
"I want to see Yan Mu!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Make way for this young lady!"
A young girl's voice rang out loudly and brashly,
it was none other than Zhu Qiao'Er.
Not far away, many villagers cast their gaze upon this girl, looking at her in astonishment.
The armored warriors, seeing her audacious tone, dared not stop her and went to report instead.
At that moment, Fang Jianlong suddenly had the feeling of being hit by a "sweet cake falling from the sky."
