Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce? Chapter 699 - 546: What Exactly Do You Want To Do?

At this critical mont, a few people suddenly stepped out from Yanzuo Square across the long street.

Leading them was none other than the dark and skinny Jin Daji.

They had just administered dicine in Yanzuo Square and were about to leave as usual when they suddenly heard the commotion from across the long street upon reaching the market entrance. They imdiately stopped by the roadside and looked towards Changle Square from a distance.

At this mont, Pei Xingyuan suddenly stepped forward and said to the patients filled with fury, almost ready to swallow him whole: "Everyone, please listen to !"

No one was willing to listen to him, and they angrily shouted: "What else is there to say?!"

"Your words are all nonsense, we won’t listen!"

"If you don’t let us live, we won’t let you have it easy either!"

With that, a few people had already pushed aside the guards and protectors blocking their way, rushing directly in front of him, their nacing fists almost landing on Pei Xingyuan’s face.

Pei Xingyuan suddenly said: "How about I give these dicinal soups to you today as a gift?!"

"..."

In an instant, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

It was as if a great tide had suddenly frozen into ice, completely losing its overwhelming montum. The crowd also lost their ability to react in that mont, as if they hadn’t heard, or perhaps they had but couldn’t believe their ears. They looked at each other, even those whose fists were nearly hitting Pei Xingyuan’s face were frozen, just staring wide-eyed at the man smiling in front of them.

Pei Xingyuan smiled and repeated: "These dicinal soups, I give to you today, free of charge."

Imdiately, a gasp arose from the crowd, as if the surprise had arrived too swiftly to be believed. Those standing at the front even forgot to retract their fists, their arms still raised high, yet now full of cautiousness: "You, you an—"

"Today’s dicinal soup doesn’t cost money?"

"Second Young Master Pei, are you not deceiving us?"

As they spoke, they seed to realize the situation was off, and they quickly lowered their fists, even subconsciously stepping back a few paces.

The guards and protectors they had pushed aside imdiately stepped forward again, once more blocking Pei Xingyuan.

It wasn’t until this mont that Pei Xingyuan’s eye twitched involuntarily.

But he kept smiling broadly: "How could it be?"

Although his face remained unchanged in its smile, as he spoke, a drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead down his temple, all the way to his chin, finally dripping down with a splat.

That was a close one!

Even though he knew what needed to be done and what he was doing, in that instant when those ferocious patients charged at him as if not caring for their lives, he genuinely felt fear—the wrath of the people, truly not to be casually provoked. Otherwise, not even a thousand troops and horses could withstand it.

With lingering fear, Pei Xingyuan clenched the slightly trembling hands he had tucked in his sleeves and said with a smile: "Since I’ve said it, I won’t deceive you."

"..."

"The dicinal soups of these past two days—have indeed thinned, for my lack of proper supervision. So, today I am giving these soups to you, free of charge!"

Although there was a wide Vermilion Bird Avenue between the two squares, whether intentionally stressing it or due to the sensitivity of those three words, a gleam flashed in Jin Daji’s eyes on the opposite side when he heard "have thinned."

Pei Xingyuan turned and walked back to the long table, and as he turned, he discreetly glanced at the few people standing across the long street, then gave so instructions to the accountants. The accountants promptly returned the few pieces of silver they had just collected and crossed out the records in their accounts.

Only then did Pei Xingyuan turn his head and say to the crowd, filled with surprise and mixed emotions: "Everyone, please line up, today’s dicinal soups are for everyone, free of charge!"

With this, the patients in Changle Square burst into cheers.

All the anger transford into delight, and the crowd suddenly bead with joy. So even jumped for joy as if it were the New Year. Under Pei Xingyuan’s urging, the crowd which had been huddling together broke apart and lined up in front of the long table again. Those tense guards and protectors now breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads before returning to their positions.