Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Then you're going?" Wang Wenxuan was stunned.

No, you were so bold when you had sex without any matchmaker before, but now you are shy because you have the final say?

"It's not that simple. I was angry with him before... Well, I'm too lazy to argue with a lonely person like you, so just don't bother me." Wang Ningzhu waved his hands as if to drive away a fly.

"Did I offend you?" Wang Wenxuan was so angry that he laughed. He immediately stepped forward and banged on the door, saying loudly: "Xiwen, are you there? Come with me to Pingxifang and search the house."

“Hey, what are you doing—” “Here I come.”

Seeing the door being opened with a loud noise, Wang Ningzhu quickly dodged behind a water tank, revealing a pair of burning phoenix eyes, glaring at the guy who ruined his good deeds.

"Whose house are you raiding?"

"Mr. Zhang. This is what happened. I'd like to trouble Brother Fang to go with me..."

"I see. Why are you being so polite, Brother Wenxuan? Let's go."

Seeing him agree without much thought, Wang Ningzhu felt annoyed;

What on earth is going on? This is so unlike me.

After the two of them walked away hand in hand and stepped out of the yard, Wang Ningzhu stepped out indignantly.

Just as she was about to do something, she saw Xiaodie running over in a hurry. The girl's face was flushed, and she looked anxious and a little panicked, "Miss, this is not good!"

"What's going on?"

"I, I heard that the young master of the Fang Mansion has arrived. Have you seen him?!"

Looking at this nervous look, Wang Ningzhu understood: Well, this is another guy who was kept in the dark.

So, she took Xiaodie to sit on the steps in front of the door and said, "I've seen you."

"Yes, what kind of person is he?" Xiaodie looked scared.

"He is a big liar. He is full of calculations, inconsiderate to others, and fussy about things..."

This hateful expression frightened Xiaodie. It seemed that the young lady really hated that dandy boy. So she grabbed Wang Ningzhu's hand and said forcefully, "Miss, it's okay."

"Xiaodie understands. In this case, I will marry for you as I said before..." Xiaodie's eyes welled up with tears, but she held them back and smiled: "Xiaodie has been very happy during this period. Although I can't say that I don't have any regrets, this is enough for me."

However, facing these touching and firm words, Wang Ningzhu almost jumped up: "You wish!"

"?"

Without much hesitation, she hugged the girl who was equally frightened but willing to sacrifice herself, and her tone gradually became gentle: "Okay, no one wants you to do something you are unwilling to do. Xiaodie, just live as Xiaodie, no one will force you."

"Miss Ke, don't you like Mr. Fang very much? I hope you can have a good ending. It doesn't matter if Xiaodie dies..." As she spoke, she choked up.

How can I say "it doesn't matter"? Living as someone else, dying as someone else... then what is the meaning of her existence?

At this moment, Wang Ningzhu realized a lot again; if the parties involved in the marriage were the Yuwen family or the Song family, Xiaodie would have truly shed tears, but in the end there was no trace of them.

The Wang family needs allies, and someone needs to bear the cost.

"We will have a good ending. Xiaodie doesn't have to die. Everything will be fine."

"Miss, what are you talking about..."

"The young master of the Fang family lives in this courtyard."

~~

In Pingxifang in the city, in Mr. Zhang’s mansion.

"Search this yard for me, move out all the stuff and confiscate it. Don't leave him a single hair." Wang Wenxuan crossed his arms across his chest, looking ferocious.

Not far away, the fat Mr. Zhang was being carried on the back of his servant, his legs trembling and his face ashen. It was not because he was afraid of the famous Ba Dao, but another seemingly gentle young man.

"Mr. Zhang, your connections are quite powerful. You confessed everything clearly, but you haven't been sent to prison yet?" Fang Xiwen flicked the confession in his hand, walked over step by step, and smiled.

That day, he did not resort to fabricating charges of colluding with the demon clan. Although this would have killed Mr. Zhang and made him suffer a fate worse than death, it would also have implicated his family and even unrelated clansmen.

Fang Xiwen has always felt that collective punishment is inhumane, so he would naturally not use such extreme measures.

"Fang, Young Master Fang, please listen to my explanation..."

"Do you really think I have no way?"

It was just a quiet question. Mr. Zhang quickly slid off the servant and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed several times and said, "I, I am willing to donate all these dozen houses to help you collect the refugees. I have reformed, Mr. Fang!"

Hearing this, Fang and Wang looked at each other, each of them knowing what was going on.

Then, Fang Xiwen personally helped him up, brushed off the dust on his body, and said with a warm smile: "Since you are so righteous, I shouldn't force you too much. When your injury is healed, you will turn yourself in, right?"

"Yes, I will." Mr. Zhang nodded his head like pounding garlic. He didn't dare to look at him, but he sneered in his heart.

He didn't know why Fang Xiwen was soft-hearted, giving him time to act; now he just had to cut off a few pieces of meat to save his life, and then he would make this little devil pay him back a hundredfold!

"Take the official to the prison outside the city later and treat him with good wine and good food."

"Yes!"

After glancing at Mr. Zhang, Fang Xiwen left without saying anything.

~~

Over the course of a few days, the undercurrent in Dingjun City became more and more turbulent, but on the surface there were not many waves.

I don't know who spread the rumor that there will be a severe drought this year, so the farmers living in the suburbs were asked to move into the city to find a job to avoid starving to death when the drought came. Naturally, many people did not cooperate, but in extraordinary times, even special measures could not be used to keep them there.

Although it is special, to put it bluntly, it is just giving money; anyone who is willing to enter the city in the next few days can receive a relief fund in Pingxifang, which is euphemistically called early disaster relief.

If you ask where this money came from, it must be from Mr. Zhang’s private treasury.

For a time, Dingjun City was crowded with people and in an uproar, forcing the red-clad constables from the Six Gates to patrol the streets back and forth, but thanks to their diligent law enforcement, no trouble occurred.

The palace, the Zhengqi Hall.

"This is not a solution," Wang Zhongheng looked at the sand table in front of him and tapped the table lightly, "This situation cannot be maintained for too long. If the demon tribe does not come soon, we will be the first to collapse."

"Zhongheng is right. In my opinion, we will not be able to continue for three days at most. Public opinion is like water that can overturn a boat..."

"It's not a big problem, it will be done soon." Fang Xiwen said firmly.

He was still very confident. It was a pity that his Tianyan Atlas had not been cultivated to a very high level. At most, he only had some mysterious feeling, but it was enough.

After the meeting was over, Fang Xiwen returned to his guest house.

In the past few days, the Wang family has vacated an independent courtyard for him. The environment is quiet, with rockeries and flowing water. If no one disturbs him normally, it is really a quiet place to go, but there are little guests coming over these days.

"Hey."

In the yard, Xiaodie tiptoed out to dry a quilt, then took out a wooden basin, poured out the water by tilting it, and hung the washed clothes out one by one.

"You don't even separate your sleeping clothes from your daily clothes. You are so sloppy..."

She was muttering to herself as she did things, but her movements were surprisingly efficient; the day after his identity was exposed, Xiaodie came uninvited and took care of all the housework, but she was the only person who refused to talk to him.

"Miss Xiaodie."

Hearing his shout, Xiaodie immediately stopped talking, holding a wooden basin and glaring at him with a puffed face.

"Okay, okay, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. I apologize to you sincerely, okay?"

"Humph."

After taking a few steps with the basin, Xiaodie suddenly put the things down; then, she walked up to him, opened her arms stiffly, and hugged him gently.

"Hey, you're not going to keep your distance from me?"

"The young master is a playboy and a liar, bah."

Although she was cursing, her pretty face turned red honestly. She lowered her head, scooped up the basin, and hurriedly left the yard.

"I'm unfaithful? Maybe Xiaodie still remembers what happened on the stage..."

Just as I was about to go back to my room, another person came in through the gate.

"Another guy who has been kept in the dark by you, a liar. Xiaodie is much more scared than I am. How are you going to explain?" A cold voice sounded. Wang Ningzhu folded his arms across his chest, leaned against the door and glanced at him.

"There's nothing to explain. I apologize." Fang Xiwen readily agreed.

The yard became quiet again.

In fact, similar situations have occurred over the past few days. The atmosphere was subtly awkward and neither of them could say much.

Wang Ningzhu felt that happiness was too unreal, and she would come to see him every few days, as if she was afraid that he would disappear out of thin air, but when she came, she had nothing to say; Fang Xiwen was busy calling people and did not have much free time, plus he felt a little guilty.

"I, I'm not angry anymore." After a moment of silence, Wang Ningzhu said, "I know you have your reasons. You have a long-term vision and it's normal that you didn't consider our feelings... And, luckily that person was you, otherwise Xiaodie and I wouldn't know what to do."

"Ha, I'm not such a nice person. To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would have walked away long ago."

Isn't this what Wang Ningzhu has been waiting for for so long?

With joy in her heart, she quickly walked over and stretched out her arms, "Give me a hug too..."

After this intimate action, the two of them sat down at the stone table in the yard. Seeing that she was still a little unsatisfied, Fang Xiwen pulled her hand over and slowly spread his five fingers to clasp it.

"Your fingers are very long, slender and beautiful, without any calluses... You obviously practice so hard every day, is this natural beauty?"

"I, I don't know." Feeling the warm touch of his palm, Wang Ningzhu's heart was beating like a drum, in a panic.

She even suspected that Fang Xiwen had cast a curse on her, and she couldn't calm down even when holding hands.

After a while, she got used to this kind of contact, then she remembered something and asked, "By the way, are you going to ignore those rumors about you?"

"What rumors?"

If you're talking about hooking up with the fairy from the Sword Sect... then I have to clarify that this is not a rumor.

"That's right. People all say that the third son of the Fang family is evil and violent... The only reputation that can be compared to you is 'good-looking'. Are you defaming yourself?"

"Ha, that's right."

The Third Young Master? A child I don’t know.

“It’s incredible that you could grow up to be like this in such a distorted environment in God’s Capital…” Wang Ningzhu’s eyes showed some pity, and he shook his hand back vigorously.

"You seem to trust me. I thought you had to prove your innocence."

"I'm not blind." She rolled her eyes.

After talking a little more, the two turned to business.

"Xiwen, when do you think the demons will arrive?"

She never doubted his judgment, she just wanted to know more details.