"I don’t have money, and you were the one who bumped into me."
The girl in the apricot-red dress spoke softly, clearly lacking confidence.
The fat man seemed to realize she wanted to retort and shouted, "What did you say?"
Excitedly, saliva sprayed from his mouth.
The girl in the apricot-red dress took a step back, afraid of being splattered with saliva.
Oh, still dared to disdain him; the fat man grew even more agitated, began cursing, and demanded the people nearby to side with him.
The girl was forced to lower her head further.
A Little Monk witnessing the event immediately shouted that something was amiss and hurried to fetch the Abbott.
Fortunately, he made it in time.
"Make way, please make way, our Abbott is here."
The crowd made way, and a bald monk walked out.
Hiss!
Many people gasped in amazement: this monk is so young and handsome~
The newcomer had a tall and slender stature, natural brows, distinct features, a clear appearance, with a frosty demeanor in his eyes.
He slowly approached.
The Abbott is a position responsible for managing the daily affairs of the temple, one of the eight chief officials, at the Hall Master level.
When the girl saw that person, she stopped crying, her eyes lit up for a moment, and then dulled again, murmuring, "Master Zhi Chen."
He spoke steadily, "What is happening here?"
The fat man was initially overwhelmed by his beauty, but upon hearing the cold inquiry, regained his composure.
"It’s this person who broke my cup and claimed she doesn’t have money to pay, Master. What should we do? Otherwise, should I take this little lady to report to the government? At least she should compensate me a hundred taels, if not, then she’ll have to spend years in prison."
Once he spoke, the fat man was threatening and intimidating.
The girl in the apricot-red dress wore simple attire, with only a Peach Blossom Hairpin in her hair and a pair of emerald earrings as decoration.
She was beautiful, with delicate features, slender shoulders, a waist as smooth as silk, like a heavenly maiden emerging from a lotus pond.
Except, there’s no way she could produce a hundred taels!
Upon hearing she’d spend years in prison, her face turned even paler, slowly edging closer to Master Zhi Chen.
Only then could her heart calm down.
Ming Yan raised her head to look at him, with high nose, deep-set eyes, sideburns as sharp as a knife, well, even if she ends up in prison, she thinks she won’t forget his appearance.
"I was walking normally, and you’re the one who bumped into me. Report then, I’m not afraid of you."
Earlier, when the fat man cursed her, she felt wronged. With Master Zhi Chen here, Ming Yan gained confidence and courage.
What’s to fear, just a fat man.
At worst, she won’t see Master Zhi Chen for a few years~
Thinking it through, she became calm.
The fat man reached out with his chubby hand, trying to grab her to go to the government, speaking arrogantly, "Fine, let’s go then."
Ming Yan was quick to react, swatting away the clammy hand that reached for her, "If you dare touch me, I’ll scream harassment. You dead fatso, do you think you can harass Miss?"
Unsatisfied, she smacked the clammy hand a couple more times.
She wasn’t a coward; when he bumped into her, the jug of porcelain spilled everywhere, and he started cursing, making her feel wronged and cry. Now, having pulled herself together, she’s quite a fiery one.
The fat man’s pig-like hand throbbed with pain; he was an officer, used to having concubines obey him, "How dare you hit me?"
To deal with villains, one must be fiercer, "I dared to. If you come close to me, I’ll break you."
"Wang Xiong, Wang Hu, restrain her; we’re going to the government."
"Yes."
The fat man’s two guards, tall and robust, received the order and approached her, intending to escort her to the government.