After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 350 Severed Finger
"What am I?"

Song Lan raised an eyebrow, a hint of roguishness flashing in his eyes.

As she finished speaking, the man who had been pointing at her and had previously threatened to make her his concubine cracked his index finger a few times, his finger bones shattering instantly. He was only held up by the skin, but even then, he couldn't help but droop.

"Ah! Ah!! Ahhh!!!"

The man was initially so overwhelmed by the sudden, intense pain of his severed finger that he lost his voice.

Once he regained his voice, he immediately screamed "Ahhh!" and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He lay on the ground and rolled around.

Everyone watched as Song Lan's expression changed repeatedly.

Those who had witnessed Song Lan hitting people especially wished they could hide in a corner.

Even those who had never seen Song Lan hit anyone were somewhat frightened by this sudden turn of events.

Looking at Song Lan was like seeing a demon.

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The strangest thing is that they could clearly see that Song Lan was very far away from the man!

It's the kind of distance that's visible to the naked eye!!

But for some reason, everyone just felt, with a very strong sense of certainty, that Song Lan was the one who did it!
It's such a strange feeling.

But at this moment, no one had time to think about it carefully.

"I hate it when people point a finger at me!"

Song Lan chuckled softly: "The fortune teller told me that anyone who points at me will be childless, suffer sudden illness and financial ruin, and have a life full of hardships."

"It seems the fortune teller wasn't lying to me."

She said it as if it were none of her business: "But, young master, weren't you just speaking very loudly and fluently?"

"Why did you suddenly start stuttering?"

"Now it seems like she's become mute? All she can do is 'ah ah ah, ah ah ah'."

Hu Xianyong was in so much pain that he was about to faint, but for some reason, he was becoming increasingly lucid.

The more lucid he became, the clearer the pain of his severed finger became. "Ah! Ah..." He didn't want to be so pathetic and humiliated, but it really hurt so much!

Hu Xianyong wasn't entirely stupid; after thinking it over, he figured out the reason.

He was also a man who could bend and stretch: "Grandma, I was wrong, oh, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

"I...I'll kowtow to you and apologize!"

"Grandma, please, please have mercy! I... I'll never be so sarcastic again."

Hu Xianyong didn't care about losing face at this moment. He struggled to his feet and kowtowed repeatedly without reservation.

"I was wrong, Grandma, please forgive me..." He was crying and sniffling, his face covered in tears.

Hu Xianyong is gambling!
I'm betting that all this pain and the severed finger are just a smokescreen, and that as long as he kneels down and admits his mistake quickly enough, his finger can still be saved.

He didn't want to be a cripple with a missing finger!
Moreover, if a finger is broken, not only will he lose his right hand for writing, but if a finger on his left hand is broken, he will be forever barred from taking the imperial examinations.

His grandfather had already received the news that the imperial court would soon issue an edict to establish a special imperial examination.

With his knowledge, he has a very good chance of getting into high school.

At that time, he will become the youngest Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) in the Hu family!
If he can rise rapidly in rank, the entire family will focus their attention and resources on him, doing their best to help him reach even greater heights.

He can't just give up here...

He wanted to teach a poor orphan girl from a humble background a lesson; when he rose to prominence, he would naturally have the opportunity.

Even by then, he wouldn't need to do anything himself; people would naturally come to him to curry favor and do things for him, serving him hand and foot.

Moreover, if all of this is truly a smokescreen by Song Lan, then this woman is quite capable.

If this skill could be used to his advantage... Hu Xianyong's mind sank slightly. The thought of sacrificing his beauty made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

But looking at Song Lan's bright and beautiful face, like a fairy descended to earth, he didn't seem too wronged.

Sensing the person's filthy thoughts, Song Lan gave a cold snort.

Then, Hu Xianyong let out an even sharper and more shrill scream, which was heard even by the emperor and the princess who were talking in the flower hall in the distance.