Back at Mo Manor, Chen Xiaoyan called for the scholar Wu Yaowen, and together they headed toward Yong’an Street.
There were still two people waiting there for their treatment.
Several hours had passed since they left for Mo Manor. The sky gradually darkened, and evening clouds already hung on the horizon.
On Yong’an Street, most of the injured who had been treated had already left, with only a few remaining in place, waiting for news from Chen Xiaoyan and her companion.
“Those two fairies went to the Prime Minister’s residence and still haven’t returned. Could something have happened?”
“Relax. Mo Ruwei doesn’t have the guts to harbor ill intentions toward Tianxiang Fairy.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s true, but why haven’t the two fairies come back yet?”
“Probably delayed by something. Don’t worry, brother. If you really can’t wait, you can go check the residence.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Let’s go.”
“Hey, hey, hey, a few of you, hold on. It looks like you don’t need to go. See what that is ahead?” One person pointed ahead, where two pink figures were growing closer in the distance.
Seeing that they were Tianxiang disciples, the crowd was overjoyed.
“The fairies are back! The fairies are back!”
As the distance closed, others also spotted that symbolic pink. With a loud shout, the crowd gathered together. They knew that Chen Xiaoyan and Chong Chong had gone to seek justice for them. Now that they had returned, they must have good news.
Thinking this, the group looked over with expectant eyes.
“Sister Xiaoyan!” The young boy Lin Chong broke free from his mother’s grasp and ran toward Chen Xiaoyan.
“Hey! Chong’er, be careful!” The pretty young woman called out helplessly from behind.
“Cough, cough. Dear, how does Chong’er know Tianxiang Fairy?”
On a stretcher by the roadside, a middle-aged man with a pale face and bandaged chest half-sat up, clutching his chest.
Seeing her husband sit up, the pretty young woman hurried back to support him.
“The physician just bandaged you—don’t move recklessly.”
“Haha, it’s nothing. I, Lin, am at least a military officer. My body isn’t so fragile. By the way, dear, how exactly does Chong’er know Tianxiang Fairy?”
“Are you very concerned?” The pretty young woman shot him an unhappy glance.
“Of course. Ask anyone in the entire Great Song—who isn’t concerned? That’s Tianxiang Fairy, dear.”
Seeing her husband’s interest in another woman, no matter how good-tempered the pretty young woman was, she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. “Oh. Then go ask Chong’er yourself. I! Don’t! Know!” With that, she left him and went to sulk by herself.
“Dear? Dear? Why are you standing so far away?”
“Hmph!”
Lin Song scratched the back of his head. Seeing that the pretty young woman was ignoring him now, how could he not understand she was jealous? He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
On the other side, Chen Xiaoyan faced the dense crowd. They seemed to look at her with a kind of expectation.
Fortunately, after wasting a few hours, the result was decent enough. At least she could report back.
“Fairy, how did it go? Did that evil woman weep and repent before you?”
“I think Miss Mo must have knelt before you and begged for mercy, pleading for her worthless life.”
“Makes sense. No matter how arrogant Mo Nichang is, she wouldn’t dare put on airs as the Miss of the Mo Clan in front of you.”
“Haha, wonderful! It’s a pity we didn’t get to see that scene, or else I’d definitely drink a big bowl of wine!”
Chen Xiaoyan smiled faintly and raised her hand to press down, signaling the crowd to be quiet.
The commoners quickly fell silent.
“The Mo Clan has agreed to give one hundred thousand taels of silver to compensate the injured from the carriage accident, and two million taels to the family of the deceased mother and daughter. The Mo Clan will personally arrange their burial.”
“Mo Nichang and the coachman will be escorted by Prime Minister Mo to the Dali Temple for trial. Anyone interested can go watch.”
As these words came out, the entire Yong’an Street fell into an eerie silence—so quiet that everyone could hear each other’s breathing.
The crowd stared wide-eyed, looking at each other, seeing disbelief in one another’s eyes.
They had thought that if Chen Xiaoyan could make Mo Nichang receive the punishment she deserved, that would be enough. As for monetary compensation, they never dared to imagine it.
Unexpectedly, she had achieved that too.
Truly worthy of Tianxiang Fairy—she could easily accomplish what ordinary people could not.
But they also understood that these two fairies must have put in tremendous effort over these few hours to make the Mo Clan compromise this much.
Tears of gratitude welled in many eyes as they gazed at Chen Xiaoyan.
“Fairy, you’ve worked hard.”
“We thank the two fairies on behalf of that mother and daughter.”
“Bah! No matter how rampant the demons and monsters of this world are, they cannot match even a sliver of Tianxiang Fairy’s glory!”
“Long live the fairy! ≥V≤”
Chen Xiaoyan was startled when she heard some people wildly shouting “Long live.”
Good heavens. You guys sure are brave.
In the imperial capital, shouting “Long live” at someone else? You really don’t want to live?
[Congratulations, Player, for obtaining Fame x899]
[Congratulations, Player, for obtaining Fame x59]
[Congratulations, Player, for obtaining Fame x18]
Suddenly, the system sent a notification. Chen Xiaoyan inexplicably gained Fame. She roughly calculated—it should be just over a thousand.
Fame?
This stuff again. She had earned Fame before, when saving people in Jinyang County and when she got the title for coming first in the Mountains-and-Rivers Competition.
But what exactly was it for?
She touched her head, looking puzzled.
“Sister Xiaoyan, did you get Fame too?” At that moment, Chong Chong tugged on her sleeve and asked quietly.
Chen Xiaoyan was surprised. She looked at the girl. “Did you also receive the system’s Fame reward notification?”
Chong Chong nodded in surprise. “Mm. Does Sister Xiaoyan have it too? How much?”
“About a thousand. What about you?”
“Hey, why do I only have a few hundred? This dog system is targeting me.” Chong Chong was clearly unhappy.
Chen Xiaoyan curved her lips in a smile and ruffled her hair. “Silly girl, think about what you did along the way, and you’ll know.”
Chong Chong pouted and helplessly spread her hands. “I contributed less.”
“Exactly. Less contribution means less reward. That’s normal.”
…
“Alright, I understand.”
“Sister Xiaoyan!” The young boy Lin Chong squeezed through the sea of people and finally emerged.
“Lin Chong?” Chen Xiaoyan exchanged a glance with Chong Chong and walked over.
“You’re still here, kid? Your dad woke up?”
“Dad woke up. Sister Xiaoyan, come with me quickly!” Lin Chong was so anxious he ignored all etiquette and the barrier between men and women. He grabbed Chen Xiaoyan’s hand and turned to leave.
“Hey, slow down, kid!” Chen Xiaoyan didn’t really see him as a man—too young, not even an adult.
But in ancient times, the concept of adulthood wasn’t as late as in modern society.
Twelve or thirteen was already old enough to marry.
So when the surrounding men saw a young boy holding the hand of their sacred, inviolable Tianxiang Fairy, rage flared up instantly.
A barrage of sharp, murderous glares converged on Lin Chong.
A few hot-tempered ones were about to step forward and give the brat a beating, but someone beat them to it.
“Brat! Let go!!!”