“Don't worry, Miss Su. We won't let anyone make trouble!”

“Yes, G.o.ddess Su, we definitely won't let the trash from the Jun Family come make trouble!”

The poor and Su Zhiyu's fanatical suitors were all singing the same tune.

“Thank you, everyone.”

Su Zhiyu smiled gratefully and continued distributing the medicine.

It didn't matter whether Jun Mohuang came or not. Her intention was to create the image of a victim. This way, she could boost sympathy for herself and smear Jun Mohuang's name at the same time.

In the teahouse not far away, Jun Mohuang gave Su Zhiyu 32 likes in her heart.

Such an impressive one-man show! Really impressive!

“Okay, dear Sixth Sister, it's time for us to go out and make trouble.”

Once all the poor people had received a pill each, Jun Mohuang pulled on the sleeves of Jun Moxue, and walked out of the teahouse.

Sigh. If Su Zhiyu was really so kind, she wouldn't have to make trouble.

Jun Moxue nodded and hung her head, letting herself be pulled like a lifeless puppet.

A face towel covered her entire face tightly, leaving only openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Jun Mohuang is really here!”

“Miss Su kindly handed out the pills, you can't make trouble here.”

When everyone saw that she was really here, they blocked her and looked at her defensively, as if she was a heinous villain.

Jun Mohuang smiled slightly, not in the least bit annoyed. “Why are you so arrogant? I'm not here to make trouble, but to buy a pill.”

“Ridiculous! Who would believe that you're here to buy a pill!”

“You caused my G.o.ddess Su to be bullied two days ago. You must be up to no good today too!”

Su Zhiyu's fanatic suitors didn't believe her at all.

“You want evidence? Then come and see it.”

Instead of wasting time with these people, Jun Mohuang directly lifted the face towel on Jun Moxue's face.

There were red centipede-like scars everywhere on her face, and some of her scars had yet to completely heal.

“Oh my G.o.d, it looks horrible.”

“Disgusting!”

Sounds of disgust echoed through the crowd.

Listening to these voices calling her disgusting, Jun Moxue clenched her fists tightly under her clothes.

In the past, wherever she went, others would praise her for being beautiful. However, it was because of Jun Mohuang that she landed in such a state!

“My sixth sister's face has never been pretty. I heard that the Su Family's pill is the best in Huan Yun, so I brought her here to treat her face with the pill. Now, do you believe me?”

“Get out of the way and let the two sisters in.”

Since they were already here, Su Zhiyu had no reason to stop them.

“Miss Su, can you really heal my face?”

Jun Moxue, who had always regarded her appearance as the most important thing, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

“It's a small problem. You only need a five-star peeling pill to apply to the face. It won't hurt or itch, and you'll recover immediately.”

There were no scars that couldn't be healed.

Su Zhiyu used a peeling pill to turn it into a potion. Eager, Jun Moxue hurriedly took it and applied the potion to her face.

“It's not good to leave it untreated.”

Jun Mohuang's black jewel-like eyes showed interest and doubts.

“If it can't be healed, I won't accept payment!”

She had really come to make trouble.

She was an alchemist, how could some trash doubt her pills for no reason?!

“Ah! My face!”

While applying the potion on her face, Jun Moxue threw it aside and started screaming at the top of her lungs.

Through the cracks between her fingers, everyone could clearly see that the originally healed scars cracked after touching the potion, and blood continued flowing down her fingers.