Volume One, Chapter 3: Dog Eat Dog

Wen Shiyan cupped the wine jar with both hands, using only her arms to resist.

“Yu Mingyue! Don’t go too far!”

More and more people gathered around to watch the spectacle, many pointing fingers at them.

Yu Mingyue, the one whose name was called out, arched her delicate brows. “You recognize me, don’t you? Hmph, why not kneel down and beg for mercy?”

She was the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter and, in the future, would become the crown prince’s wife.

Very few dared to defy her.

Wen Shiyan’s scalp throbbed painfully as dreadful memories flooded back.

She gritted her teeth. “I didn’t steal anything. Why should I kneel?”

“Because I say you stole it.”

The maid instantly understood and kicked hard toward the back of Wen Shiyan’s knee.

She dodged sideways just in time and, gathering strength, delivered a fierce elbow strike backward.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed; her hair was freed.

A tiger doesn’t show its strength for nothing; she was not to be bullied!

Wen Shiyan wished to avoid trouble and was about to leave quickly when her collar was grabbed again.

Slap!—

Caught off guard, a resounding slap struck her face.

Yu Mingyue’s exquisite yet malicious face loomed before her. “You hit me and still want to run? Today, not even a god could save you!”

With that, she pushed forcefully.

Wen Shiyan instantly lost her balance, and her white fox fur coat was torn away.

Two jars of wine shattered on the ground, the rich scent of wine and osmanthus spreading in the air.

The fall was harsh; her palm was accidentally cut by shards of porcelain, and her thin jacket was stained with a mixture of wine and mud, turning from worn to utterly disheveled.

“Look, everyone, at his true colors.” Yu Mingyue pulled out a purple jade hairpin and roughly examined it. “This must be stolen property too.”

Wen Shiyan remained silent, lifting her eyes to meet a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes piercing through the crowd.

“Ah Yan.”

The moment Liang Jiang spoke, the curious onlookers automatically parted to make way.

He strode forward, tossing a pouch of candied crispy treats to a covert guard disguised as a commoner.

“I was only gone for a moment. How did you get yourself into this state?”

Liang Jiang’s voice was calm, unreadable.

He knelt down, his strong arms lifting her up.

After confirming her legs were unharmed, he naturally took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the bleeding wound.

Every gesture was that of a good elder brother from an ordinary family.

Yu Mingyue twitched her cheeks and stepped back half a pace.

Damn it! How could a pauper know the Third Prince?

Liang Jiang turned back, his immense presence suddenly intensifying. His handsome face revealed a faint murderous aura, yet his eyes held an unmistakable, subtle pity, as though gazing upon the dead.

He reached out his hand. “Give it here.”

This small gesture tightened Yu Mingyue’s throat with fear.

Feigning calm, she handed over the two items.

But Liang Jiang took only the purple jade hairpin.

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