On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2273 The Fat Man's Comeback

The fat merchant on the ground slowly stretched, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.

It was as if he hadn't just walked through the gates of hell, but had simply taken a comfortable nap at the banquet.

All the guests stared at him as if they had seen a ghost.

The person who was just moments ago curled up on the ground, barely breathing, has now miraculously recovered.

The portly merchant pushed himself up from the ground, patted the dust and wine stains off his brocade robe, and moved with unhurried ease.

He looked around and saw everyone staring in disbelief, so he couldn't help but grin: "Why does everyone have that expression?"

"I'm fine. I just felt the atmosphere at the banquet was a bit dull, so I put on a little performance to liven things up. How was it? Pretty entertaining, right?"

The group looked at each other, and no one spoke for a moment.

Manager Yu strode forward, beaming, and bowed to the plump merchant, saying, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Your acting was so realistic, I almost believed it myself. Thank you for adding such enjoyment to my birthday banquet.

Miaoqin stood in the center of the hall, her confident expression instantly freezing, replaced by utter astonishment.

She stared intently at the fat merchant, her eyes filled with disbelief, her voice trembling slightly: "You... how could this be? You clearly..."

The poison in that jar of Xingyuan Wine was a secret poison she had specially sought out. The pain when it took effect was unbearable, and death was certain within half an hour. The fat merchant drank quite a bit of it, so how could he be unharmed?

The fat merchant narrowed his small eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and slowly said, "I should be dead, I should be reporting to the King of Hell, shouldn't I?"

He chuckled, his contempt undisguised: "You're arrogant, and you won't admit it. Such meager tricks, huh!"

He didn't say the second half of his sentence, but it was bolder than anything he had said.

Only then did everyone realize that the fat merchant in front of them was completely different from the fat merchant who had lost control after drinking and forced Miaoqin to drink.

His face was still that round, chubby face, but the rudeness and vulgarity between his brows had vanished, replaced by a calm and upright demeanor. His posture was upright, and his powerful aura made people dare not underestimate him.

"What... what exactly is going on?" someone couldn't help but mutter under their breath.

"He seems like a completely different person."

"He drank the poisoned wine and is still fine. Could the poison have been fake?"

Discussions rose and fell, and everyone's faces were full of doubt, but they had a vague feeling that things might be turning around and that they might not have to be at the mercy of others.

Unable to contain their anticipation, someone cautiously asked, "If you drank that wine and were fine, then... are we also fine?"

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to the fat businessman, filled with anticipation and trepidation.

The portly businessman raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but was interrupted by a cold laugh.

Miaoqin's gaze turned sinister as she swept over the crowd. She sneered and mocked, "What? Do you now think the key point is the wine, and that bit of poison?"

As she spoke, she suddenly waved her hand.

The men immediately understood, each taking two steps forward with their swords drawn. The gleaming steel blades shone with a cold, sharp light, their edges slicing through the air and sending chills down their spines.

The women screamed again, and many instinctively shrank back. The men also looked terrified, their glimmer of hope instantly extinguished by the flashing blades.

Miaoqin slowly walked in front of everyone, her eyes as vicious as snakes and scorpions, every word filled with murderous intent: "So what if you weren't poisoned?"

Do you think you can escape this calamity like this?

Look around you, they're all my men. You're nothing but fish on a chopping block.

"I can only let you live if I want you to; if I want you to die, none of you can escape!"

The scene became even more chaotic. Some people tried to rush towards the door, but were stopped by their knife-wielding henchmen. With steel knives held in front of them, they could only retreat in a sorry state.

"Miss Miaoqin, always leave room for maneuver," Manager Yu said, forcing himself to remain calm, and cupped his hands in greeting to Miaoqin. "If you want the trade route to Youcheng, we can discuss it. Why resort to violence?"

"Discuss?" Miaoqin scoffed. "What I want is absolute control, not discussion."

Now, either you obey, or you die!

Yan Ruyu's voice was cold: "You think you're some clever person by Mr. Mo's side, but you're nothing special."

Miaoqin's expression suddenly changed, and she looked sharply at Yan Ruyu, her eyes as sharp as knives: "You... how do you know Mr. Mo?"

Mr. Mo's identity was extremely secretive. Yan Ruyu looked like an ordinary merchant's wife at the time, but when she suddenly mentioned this name, it stirred up a storm in her heart.

The fat merchant chuckled smugly, "You? You're no match for my master!"

Miaoqin's eyes darkened, and she looked at the fat merchant, her anger blazing: "Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is none of your business," the fat businessman said calmly.

Miaoqin was completely enraged by his attitude, and remembering how he had just made fun of her, she was even more furious and shouted, "Shut up, you fatso!"

The fat merchant was taken aback, then his face turned bright red. He slapped his chest and roared angrily, "Hey, you vicious woman, how dare you laugh at me!"

You look down on fat people, huh? What's wrong with being fat?

A shadow swept in from outside the door and landed on the fat man's shoulder.

"Oh my, you ugly thing, laughing at someone else for being fat? Did the fat guy eat your rice? Did he drink your soup?"

The fat businessman gritted his teeth: "Yes, well said!"

He usually hates it when people say he's fat, and Miaoqin's words hit a nerve.

Everyone was surprised and looked at the myna bird with curiosity.

Someone suddenly realized—this myna bird looks familiar.

Miaoqin's mind was in complete turmoil, and she was also annoyed by the fat merchant's nagging, so she had no time to pay attention to him and a bird.

All she knows now is that Yan Ruyu and the fat merchant are extraordinary people, and even know of Mr. Mo's existence. If she lets them cause trouble again, her plan will probably fail.

"Kill him! Set an example!" Miaoqin's eyes hardened as she ordered one of her subordinates, "And that bird too!"

How dare you call her an ugly monster!

That subordinate was one of her most capable assassins, highly skilled in martial arts. Upon hearing the order, he immediately responded, gripped his steel knife, and strode towards the fat merchant.

The blade rose, whistling sharply, and slashed straight at the fat merchant's face.

Miaoqin stood to the side, her face showing no worry whatsoever.

She clearly remembered that when she grabbed the fat merchant's wrist, he had no power to resist at all, obviously he had no martial arts skills.

Even if he had fooled everyone by feigning death, he would surely die under the blade of his own men.

Killing the fat merchant will intimidate the others, and the rest will naturally obey.

Everyone in the hall held their breath. Some closed their eyes in unbearable pain, while others looked horrified, waiting to see the fat merchant's blood splatter on the spot.

Manager Yu frowned subconsciously, but Yan Ruyu remained calm, though a barely perceptible smile flashed in her eyes.