Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 802 - 803: Fei’er’s Innermost Thoughts (3)

Chapter 802: Chapter 803: Fei’er’s Innermost Thoughts (3)

Cai Wei regained consciousness and laughed and said, "No need, older sister doesn’t have time for these meticulous tasks; let’s forget it. If you have time, you can help older sister embroider another one just like this purse!" She said this while handing the purse back to Cai Fei.

Fei’er laughed and said, "If that’s the case, I’ll just give this purse to older sister, and I’ll embroider a new one later."

Cai Wei, with a chuckle, tucked the purse back into her sleeve. She planned to use this very purse to repay Huo Yuan’s kindness later that afternoon when she went to collect herbs.

After lunch, Cai Wei and Fei’er donned their veils, ready to leave Jufude.

As they were settling the account downstairs, a drunkard covered in fat happened to walk by and suddenly reached out, flipping off Fei’er’s gauze hat.

Fei’er was startled and cried out, her little face turning pale with fright.

At that moment, Cai Wei was paying with silver at the counter and Huan Qiu was holding a few boxes of jewelry nearby, unaware that the drunkard would take this opportunity to act so outrageously under the broad daylight.

After the drunkard flipped off Fei’er’s hat and saw her stunningly beautiful face, he started laughing with a wide-mouthed ’hehehe’ and reached toward Fei’er’s chin.

"Young beauty, have a few drinks with me... Ouch..."

Before the drunkard’s hand could touch Fei’er’s chin, Huan Qiu had already swiftly kicked him in the face, causing the drunkard to scream miserably and fall backward suddenly.

"Ouch, Young Master Ji, you, what are you doing, ouch, someone come quick..."

The shopkeeper, seeing the drunkard knocked to the ground, couldn’t even care to settle the account, lost his composure, and ran out from behind the counter, shouting as he ran, "Someone come quick, Young Master Ji has been attacked..."

With that shout, Jufude erupted into chaos. The sound of frantic running came from upstairs, and seven or eight burly men appeared. They didn’t take the stairs; they jumped down directly from the second floor with great aggression, heading straight towards Cai Wei and the others.

Upon hearing Fei’er’s scream, Cai Wei had immediately flashed over. Seeing that Huan Qiu had already taken action, she picked up Fei’er’s veil and helped her put it on, softly consoling her. However, she then saw the group of men with unfriendly expressions charging towards them.

Unhurriedly, she took the jewelry boxes from Huan Qiu, handed them to Fei’er, and told her to hide on the side. She herself snorted coldly and walked towards the muscular men.

She had been diligently practicing the Inner Strength Method over the past few days and believed she had made significant progress. She was worried about not having a place to test her true skills, and coincidentally they had come right up to her. Since they were courting death, she didn’t mind obliging them!

Cai Wei charged forward, throwing a punch at the abdomen of the leader of the men. A muted ’pop’ sounded as the man bent at the waist and flew backward, crashing into two other men who were rushing forward; several of them instantly fell to the ground.

In fact, as Cai Wei struck, that man also made a move, but his action wasn’t as fast as Cai Wei’s. His fist hadn’t even touched down before he was hit by her punch, which carried seventy percent of her inner strength. The seemingly delicate and soft fist landed on his stomach, feeling like a thousand-pound weight had struck him. The pain was so severe it felt like his internal organs were being crushed, turning his face green. The big and tall man ended up clutching his stomach and screaming in agony.

Huan Qiu was not to be outdone, pulling out the soft whip at her waist and lashing out at the group of men like lightning. She struck swiftly and fiercely, aiming for their faces. With a single whip stroke, flesh was torn, and bones were visibly exposed.

Together, Cai Wei and Huan Qiu were an overwhelming force. A few men who relied solely on brute strength to fight were no match for them, and in no time at all, they had been brought down, unable to get back up.