Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 211: Someone’s Dead!

Long Yue suddenly stepped forward, her gaze locked onto the crowd below, where someone had just secretly drawn a dagger and lightly wiped it. Long Yue was certain that this person intended to cause trouble!

But today there were too many people at Tianxiang Pavillion, people crowded together, and as soon as Long Yue saw the person, they disappeared into the crowd.

Long Yue glanced around, confirming that the person had indeed vanished, and sat back down.

Anyway, as long as whoever gets killed has nothing to do with her.

She did not want to play the role of a Saintess; she came today to watch An Xiang’s dance and cheer her on.

After all, the dress she was wearing was made by the Su Jinxiu Workshop, and if it became popular, the embroidery workshop would follow suit.

Long Yue held a small hot water bag in her hands, warming her hands and occasionally warming her lower abdomen, as today’s weather was still chilly despite the arrival of spring.

This was given to her by An Xiang, perhaps she already knew about the cold she had suffered in her childhood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next, Miss An Xiang will perform a Hand Dance for everyone, quickly, please welcome her!"

The Hand Dance was An Xiang’s signature performance, named after her light and agile dance on a person’s hands; although she was thin, her figure was full, adding a unique flavor to her movements.

Last year she was just a step away from being the Oiran; I wonder what the result will be this year?

As An Xiang appeared, another wave of excitement surged from below, especially when they saw her dress, light yet opaque, thought-provoking and attracting countless admiring gazes from men.

Her entrance was enough to stir the crowd, and Long Yue nodded slightly, showing a pleased smile.

She could see the men trying to look beyond the dress to see its essence, knowing they had already turned their attention to the dress itself.

This was success!

At this point, An Xiang gently bowed to the young men and stepped onto the palm of a sturdy woman. When the woman held her up high, An Xiang gracefully began her dance.

Her movements were ethereal and beautiful, her strides leisurely and light, her dress fluttering as she danced, the butterflies on her dress seemed to come alive, fluttering around her, with a pink background and a sea of flowers behind, as if the woman danced endlessly among flowers and butterflies.

Everyone watched in fascination, some even too engrossed, mouths open, drooling, others, while drinking tea, were so engrossed that they lost hold of their cups, which fell to the ground, tea spilling onto them unknowingly, and some even stood up unconsciously, revealing an obsessed smile...

The surroundings were too quiet, everyone was immersed in An Xiang’s dancing flower sea. Long Yue saw she was about to finish and began applauding.

"Good, good, good!"

Long Yue applauded and cheered, her voice penetrating, and the mesmerized masses awoke and began clapping as well.

"Well done, beautiful performance!"

"..."

An Xiang’s Hand Dance caused quite a sensation, with applause lasting until the next act began, continuing through the transition.

Only when Madam intervened did she stop the audience’s cheering to continue the subsequent performances.

Thus, for a full hour and a half, it was the girls’ performances. Long Yue yawned, feeling it was enough and that she should leave.

After all, she’d been here for quite some time, and the Prime Minister would surely be unhappy.

"Mr. Long, please don’t leave! The Oiran selection is next; aren’t you going to watch?"

A girl entered with a smile, holding tea and refreshments.

Long Yue knew that leaving at this point would attract attention, so she stayed.

The selection of the Oiran was simple, whichever attracted the most gold and silver would win, hence the saying "spend a fortune for the Oiran."

Long Yue took a sip of tea and pulled out one hundred taels of silver.

"For that Miss An Xiang, her dance was excellent!"

"Thank you, Mr. Long."

The girl asked around in each private room, collecting some silver from everyone.

"Three thousand taels, I want An Xiang tonight!"

Lin Xu, son of the Minister of Revenue, was truly wealthy; with just one word, three thousand taels, scaring quite a few young men away.

After he spoke, he glanced at Chen Du across from him, raising a cup and lifting his brow in provocation.

Chen Du had lost to him last year, and now fell again at the same person’s hands, losing face completely.

Men value face the most, especially someone like Chen Du, who has had everything he wanted since childhood. Seeing Lin Xu humiliate him like this, he was so angry his face turned pale, wanting to rush up and kill him.

But reason told him, endure, you must endure!

"I’ll offer five thousand taels for An Xiang!"

Although An Xiang wasn’t his type, he had no choice, given Lin Xu’s interest in her. Competing for the woman would make him feel at ease.

"Five thousand? Haha... If you offered five thousand, do you still have money left? Hahaha..."

Lin Xu laughed at his face, this disdainful attitude was truly infuriating, especially the gaze that seemed to look down on a poor wretch, really agitating Chen Du.

"You... you damn it, I’ll kill you!"

Chen Du was seated next to Lin Xu, not far away, and in his rage, he immediately rushed over to fight him.

"Bang!"

Chen Du moved swiftly and skillfully, landing a punch before Lin Xu even reacted.

Lin Xu had never expected Chen Du to resort to violence so suddenly, clutching his sore cheek, even tasting his own blood.

His teeth were knocked bloody!

"Damn you!"

The intense pain and taste of blood enraged Lin Xu, and without a word, he charged at Chen Du to brawl.

"Hey, don’t fight, Brother Lin, Chen Du, stop it, stop!"

"Oh dear, please stop, gentlemen!"

The tables were overturned as chaos ensued, although such disruptions happened occasionally, tonight was unique, so several girls from Tianxiang Pavillion hurried up to mediate.

"Get lost! Today I must settle this with him!"

But the mediation was futile. Chen Du, having been publicly humiliated several times, was infuriated, and in the struggle, bit Lin Xu’s shoulder.

"Ahhh—" In pain, Lin Xu kicked Chen Du’s abdomen violently, sending him flying.

"Bang!"

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound seemed to occur, and as everyone looked at the fallen Chen Du, they were collectively shocked.

A red spot appeared on Chen Du’s midsection, gradually spreading, his eyes widened in shock, eyeballs nearly popping out. He struggled to lift a hand, pointing at the stunned Lin Xu, then his hand fell, and he died.

But his eyes remained open, dead and unavenged!

"Ah, someone’s dead—"

"Dead, dead!"

A timid girl screamed sharply, followed by one sharp scream after another filling Tianxiang Pavillion.

Lin Xu stared at the lifeless Chen Du, horror-stricken, almost losing his mind: "No, no, it wasn’t me who killed him, it wasn’t me! I didn’t kill him!!!"