Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 826: Laugh First, Then Take Action

Of course, the incident of molesting Princess Jin Hua wasn’t made public. Princess Jin Hua is no fool; she knew that if she opened her mouth again to falsely accuse Han Yan, she wouldn’t be able to withstand Ye Lanfeng’s fury. Therefore, that night was kept tightly under wraps. Otherwise, Big Playboy Mu would have another illustrious "achievement" to shock the world.For a moment, He Qingwei and the others just felt their scalps tingle, their backs constantly feeling chilly. Standing there, their feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead; they couldn’t take a single step forward.

Playboys have different grades, and compared to little playboys like them, Big Playboy Mu’s level is obviously far superior.

"For so many years, I’ve been bullying others. I never thought that shortly after returning to the Capital, someone would dare to bully me," said Han Yan with a cold smile, walking towards the petrified He Qingwei and others.

"Don’t come over, don’t come over!" At that moment, He Qingwei and the others came back to their senses, simultaneously retreating a few steps, their backs tightly against the wall, hands placed behind them, watching Han Yan with full alert.

"What are you doing?" Han Yan thought these guys would scatter and flee, but they reacted this way instead, leaving him totally baffled.

"We didn’t make a move. If you’re seriously injured, don’t try to blame us!" He Qingwei said vigilantly.

"Also, our hands are behind our backs. If any elixir breaks on you or your cultivation technique is damaged, it’s got nothing to do with us," said the Skinny quickly.

"Han Yan, he’s Han Yan!" Upon hearing Han Yan’s report of identity, those vendors were also shocked, retreating one after the other, tightly sticking to the corner walls. Only one middle-aged man looked left and right, not knowing what they feared.

"Come here, Old Xiao, come over quickly," whispered an older vendor.

"What’s wrong?" The middle-aged man stepped over, lowering his voice to ask.

"You’ve just arrived in the Capital and haven’t heard of the title of Eldest Young Master Mu yet. He’s our Capital’s infamous porcelain doll and Jade Baby, untouchable in every way. Even just accidentally brushing against him could either result in him being seriously injured or treasures getting destroyed. Everyone else doesn’t matter, but for people like us, three generations couldn’t afford the liability!" the man said with a trembling heart.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled all over, quickly lining up with them, hands obediently behind him.

Glancing at He Qingwei’s group, treating it like facing a great enemy, hands tightly behind them, then at the vendors equally shivering with their hands behind, Han Yan felt utterly helpless.

Mu Baijia, Big Playboy Mu, Mu Siyi... Fine, now there’s a porcelain doll Jade Baby added to the list. With this long string of bad names, it seems they won’t wash clean even jumping into the Longyan River.

Huayue and the others exchanged glances, in the end, all looked at Han Yan with odd eyes, wanting to laugh but embarrassed to let it out.

"If you want to laugh, go ahead, be careful not to stifle yourselves," Han Yan sighed helplessly.

"Hahahaha..." Huayue and others finally burst into laughter.

"Are you done laughing? If you are, get moving," Han Yan glared at these disloyal guys, saying.

"Let me laugh a bit more," holding his belly, Jiang Yuzhe laughed till he gasped for air.

Huayue and Zirong quickly stopped laughing, walking towards He Qingwei and the others.

Seeing Han Yan not coming but just two guards approaching, He Qingwei and others breathed a sigh of relief, all gripping swords ready to strike.

However, when Huayue and the soon-arriving Jiang Yuzhe released the Ninth Rank swordsmen’s pressure, their hands holding swords started shaking.

Though they usually acted arrogant relying on their family background, they weren’t old enough, and their cultivation wasn’t high either; the strongest was no more than a Fifth Rank swordsman. How could they be a match for three Ninth Rank swordsmen?

"Mu... Young Master Mu, Brother Mu, you... what are you trying to do?" Seeing Huayue and the others, especially Zirong’s cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes, He Qingwei filled with strong unease, stammered.

"Zirong, how much silver tael is needed to heal a broken arm?" Han Yan ignored him, asking Zirong.

"Depends on how many sections it’s broken into. If it’s one section, at most a few dozen taels can heal it; if three sections, it’s difficult, might need thousands of taels," Zirong thought and answered.

He Qingwei and the others looked puzzled at them, not knowing why they suddenly talked about this.

"That’s a bit tricky then, a person has no more than two hundred bones," Han Yan said disappointedly.

"It’s fine, if breaking into three sections isn’t enough, ten sections, if not ten then a hundred, if not a hundred then a thousand," though others didn’t know Han Yan’s purpose for asking this, Zirong understood the most, with a mischievous smile.

"Alright then, you handle it, I just lost a million to him, break into as many sections as needed, I can afford a few more," Han Yan pointed at He Qingwei, saying.

"Rest assured, Young Master, I guarantee to smash their bones to bits," Zirong said with a fierce smile.

This time, He Qingwei and the others understood, it’s not just losing a million, alright, they’d be beaten until all bones shattered, and whatever cost it takes to heal, they’d pay up to a million.

A million, maybe all bones would shatter to dust.

"Brother Mu, I... I was joking earlier, I’ll return the silver note to you right now, return it," He Qingwei said, terrified, his legs shaking.

If it were anyone else, He Qingwei wouldn’t believe someone dared to break his bones, but with Han Yan, he didn’t dare disbelieve.

This playboy, even deals with his own brothers harshly, who else is he not daring to deal with?

Looking at He Qingwei trembling hands handing over the still warm silver note, Han Yan didn’t reach out.

He Qingwei looked at him pitifully, cold sweat streaming.

"Brother Mu, earlier I was wrong, you, magnanimous, shouldn’t stoop to my level," He Qingwei tried to squeeze out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

Han Yan still said nothing, nor took the silver note. He Qingwei’s heart sank, almost kneeling for mercy.

As a descendant of one of the Eight Great Families, he’s not afraid of Han Yan killing him, but today’s mistake was his own. Trying to fleece the wrong person, Han Yan, even if someone gives him a good beating and injures him to near death, he’d have nowhere to argue.

"Young Master He, have you ever heard of the chicken-egg, egg-chicken cycle?" Just as He Qingwei was about to crumble, Han Yan suddenly said.

"What?" He Qingwei, full and brainless indeed, didn’t quite get it.