The Enchantress Of Medicine, With The Heaven Defying Child, And The Black Belly Father

Chapter 227: GrGran... Grandfather

If this really explodes,

Su Yuexiang would indeed receive a serious injury, but Shen father would also be like a lamp with it’s oil burned out, and die.

Just as a thousand pounds are hanging by a thread, a sudden thrum of a zither echoes inside the room.

And just as Shen father wanted to deliver that palm strike, before he could even attempt to do it – a very small, fair and delicate hand captures his own.

At the same time, a young woman’s gentle and euphonious voice accompanies the sound of the zither that is permeating inside the room, “Isn’t this a wedding day? Why is everyone venting their anger so much? Why don’t we sit down, so everyone could watch a good show together.”

“Xiao Bao, please have your grandfather and uncle take their seats.”

Shen Yichen dazedly lowers his head, and is overwhelmed with shock as he meets an exquisite little face.

It’s a pink jade-carving, a little child of about four of five years.

However, when he gathered his life’s Internal Force, wanting to deliver a blow-

It was tempered down and made to return back into his Qi Sea, with only a light grasp from this little child.

This... what’s going on with this?

Xiao Bao has a wooden expression as he looks at him, an ice-cold but childish voice speaks out: “Grandfather, niangqin asked you to sit down.”

Grgrgran... grandfather?!!

This little child, more beautiful than the Golden Boy by the Gods’ side*, called him Grandfather?!!

The Shen patriarch is struck dumb.

It’s to the extent that he forgets to resist or ask questions, letting Xiao Bao lead him to unsteadily walk back to the bed, and sit down there.

Xiao Bao’s eyes are clear and luminous like sapphires, and they turn to look at Shen Jinglin.

Without waiting for Xiao Bao to open his mouth, Shen Jinglin promptly says: “Alright, alright. Uncle will sit down.”

Xiao Bao sees that grandfather and uncle have taken their seats, so he takes his small hands back.

Then he returns to Muyan’s side like a little grown-up, pulling closely to her.

Muyan is already lazily sitting by the short table since who-knows-when, and has placed a zither on top of it. Unadorned jade-white fingers softly pluck on the strings, making a sweet sound.

From the beginning until now, her appearance is like she’s leisurely watching a play. On her face, there’s isn’t even the slightest bit of dread and terror of someone who’s about to be married to a fool.

On the contrary, there is mockery and ridicule in her eyes.

It’s only as Xiao Bao leans in close to her, that she reveals a tender smile. She strokes his head to say that he’s doing very well.

Looking at this kind of attitude from her, Shen Xiaoru is inexplicably flustered.

In her mind, she can’t help but recall that time in the dining restaurant.

She thought that she could properly humiliate Muyan, but who would’ve imagined that she would be forced by the latter to crawl out at a public place with lots of people.

“Master Lu, what are you still dawdling for?!!” Shen Xiaoru suddenly yells at Lu Yongli, “Don’t you all want this woman to be your daughter-in-law? Tie her up now and carry her back, send her to your son’s bridal chamber at once! If he misses the opportunity to marry this woman, your foolish son certainly won’t be able to take in such a good wife anymore!”

Madam Lu fiercely glares at Shen Xiaoru, “If you dare to vilify my son again, I will tear up your mouth.”

It’s just that she could see her son obsessively staring at Muyan, drooling.

Nevertheless, she speaks to Master Lu: “But this girl is pretty good, really a long night with many dreams*. I think it would be better to immediately bring her back for a ceremony, and get them properly married.”

*cough*, when the situation is prolonged, it could have many problems. Master Lu narrows his eyes and contemplates for a moment, then he waves a hand.

“Tie this woman up for me!”

Hearing the order, the Lu family servants instantly swarm around.

But before they could approach,

Muyan’s hands that have been resting over the zither, suddenly flutters on its strings.

In a split second, dozens of notes turn into sword blades, lightning fast as they shoot towards the Lu servants.

These dozen or so people don’t have the time to lift up their swords.

There’s some spluttering sounds from their chests, blood flies about in all directions, then they fall straight down.

The whole audience goes deathly still.

*Golden boy... it’s that boy here:

(I usually see them in calendars and whatnot)