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Early in the morning, the Younger Brother of Guarding the Stronghold rushed into the kitchen holding a pigeon by its leg. I wondered, "Where did this pigeon come from?"
"The young lady told us not to let any pigeons out before, and today we just happened to catch one. It's for Brother Jiang's meal," he replied.
This was a perfect opportunity to test whether Jiang Hanyue knew my intentions.
As I thought about it and nodded, I realized I was quite the cunning bandit leader, naturally inclined to mischief.
Ugh, I really didn't want to be seen as a villain anymore!
At the dining table, I kept urging, "Please have another bowl of soup."
Jiang Hanyue picked up a pigeon leg, his eyes suddenly wide with surprise. "What is this...?"
"Just caught this morning, completely natural and unpolluted," I casually replied, thinking about how to steer the conversation toward the decree.
"I'm feeling a bit nauseous; I'm going back to my room," Jiang Hanyue said hurriedly before leaving, and I only caught a glimpse of his dark expression as he walked away.
"It's over; he must know we plan to sell him out," one of the servants whispered.
"It was you, young lady, who wanted to sell him out, not us," another servant chimed in.
I glared at them fiercely, attempting to kill them with my gaze.
Jiang Hanyue has been refusing to eat or drink all day, leaving me anxious and restless.
What would I do if he starved to death before the officials from the court arrived? How could I exchange silver for him then?
Cook was furious upon hearing this. She threw down her spatula and said, "Our little establishment can't compare to the renowned chefs all over the capital," and refused to serve any longer.
Her words awakened me. I called over a few of my best fighters and instructed them to quickly "invite" all the chefs from "The Best Restaurant in the World" and "Drunken Fragrance Residence" to our camp.
The brothers who went down the mountain to catch chefs hurried back with alarming news: "Not good! Several nearby hills are spreading rumors that the young lady has brought back a captive husband!"
A vein throbbed on my forehead as I crushed my favorite blue-and-white porcelain teacup.
At this point, I issued an order: if Jiang Hanyue continued to refuse food, I would execute one chef each day.
The chefs were terrified and used every trick they knew.
Despite their efforts, Jiang Hanyue still couldn't swallow anything.
I could no longer tolerate it. I pointed a knife at his nose and said, "Did you know all along that I was going to hand you over to the court? There are countless ways to kill you, yet you choose the most painful way—starving to death!"
"So all this fuss with those chefs these past few days was because of me?" He looked taken aback.
I wasn't sure if I had misread the situation, but when I looked up again, his wariness towards me seemed to have lessened a bit.
Jiang Hanyue shook his head, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, and was about to put it in his mouth.
I swatted his chopsticks away with one hand. "Didn't you hear? Fattening you up is just to kill you and exchange you for silver."
"I heard, but Biyue..." Jiang Hanyue's watery eyes were fixed on me.
"You just said that there are a hundred ways to kill me, and you haven't used any of them?"
I didn't notice that Jiang Hanyue no longer referred to me as Miss Jiang.
I also didn't realize what this sudden sensitive emotion rising within me was. I thought it was guilt playing tricks on me.
I patted my chest for encouragement: Jiang Biyue, remember, your identity determines that you are the villain.
But in the end, I still fled in panic under Jiang Hanyue's deep gaze.
Outside the door, the Brothers were gathered together drinking and gambling. Some had lost completely and were flipping through their ugly purses.
"Wait!" I shouted. "Give me that purse!"
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