Chapter 282: Fighting

 Chapter 282: Fighting

The plot to seduce Fang Liangji was initially supported by Daohua before they entered the theater, but after seeing the reaction of the men in the hall to the singing girl on stage, she hesitated.

How many men can resist temptation?

Although her intentions were good, would her interference truly make things better? If she caused her future aunt and uncle to be displeased, would it be worth it? Was the next match for her cousin, Zixuan, sure to be better than this one?

Dong Yuanyao noticed Daohua’s hesitation but did not press her further, quietly drinking tea.

Behind them, Wang Man'er and the others sighed in relief, glad their young lady had stopped her talk.

While Daohua was pondering, the song on stage came to an end.

After the singing girl finished, she went to the floor to thank the audience. Everything appeared normal in the main hall, but trouble started on the second floor. The commotion occurred in the very box where Fang Liangji and his companions were seated.

Hong Fang and Wang Man'er quickly ran upstairs to inquire about the situation. They returned not long after, laughing.

"The singing girl was harassed, and in her panic, she ran into Young Master Fang's box. Now she's asking for his help!" Wang Man'er quickly explained.

Daohua immediately asked, "How did Fang Liangji react?"

Hong Fang replied, "I saw, Young Master Fang didn't look pleased. He seemed rather impatient with the singing girl."

Daohua let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems Fang Liangji is quite rational and didn't rush to intervene."

Just then, a loud crash echoed from above, and a figure was thrown down from the second floor, crashing into a table in the hall.

Daohua glanced up, recognizing it as someone from Fang Liangji’s box.

"Get lost!" A voice, neutral and cold, shouted from the second floor. Moments later, the crowd saw a well-dressed young man dragging the singing girl downstairs.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

"Help!" she cried out, struggling.

The well-dressed young man, seeing the people around him laughing at him, became furious. He slapped the girl hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.

Coincidentally, she landed right in front of Daohua and Dong Yuanyao.

Daohua quietly asked Dong Yuanyao, "Didn't you say these girls are always after rich men? This one seems to have someone backing her, why doesn't she want him?"

Dong Yuanyao replied, "You know part of it, but not all. The one harassing her is Du Jitong, the son of Du Canji. I’ve heard he’s killed several of his concubines. Who would dare entrust their daughter to a man like that?"

As Du Jitong’s lackeys moved forward again, the singing girl, in a moment of desperation, spotted Daohua and Dong Yuanyao standing nearby.

Recognizing they were disguised as young men, she immediately rushed towards them. "Please, help me, gentlemen!" she cried.

Both Daohua and Dong Yuanyao were startled, quickly stepping aside. The girl missed and fell to the ground.

Neither of them had any intention of intervening. The girl clearly wasn’t behaving in a manner befitting a proper lady. Had she left after her performance, none of this would have happened.

Though neither of them wanted to get involved, the girl’s scream drew attention, and soon everyone in the hall was looking at them.

"Wow, what handsome young men!"

"Are those new faces from Nanfeng Pavilion?"

As the crowd shifted its attention to them, both Daohua and Dong Yuanyao felt embarrassed.

Daohua quickly grabbed Dong Yuanyao’s arm. "Let's go."

But as they took a few steps, Du Jitong blocked their path.

Seeing the vile look in Du Jitong's eyes, Dong Yuanyao felt a surge of anger. "Get out of the way!" she snapped.

Du Jitong wasn’t offended; instead, he smiled smugly. "Where do you two young gentlemen come from? I’ve never seen you before." As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch Dong Yuanyao's face.

Seeing the filthy hand approaching, Daohua’s expression darkened. She drew a whip from her belt and swiftly lashed it across Du Jitong's arm with a sharp crack.

"Ah!" Du Jitong screamed.

Before he could order his men to capture them, Dong Yuanyao kicked him with force, sending him flying several meters. "You bastard, do you think you can touch me?" she shouted.

Everything happened so quickly that the surrounding crowd barely had time to react.

Du Jitong was the son of Du Canji, a prominent official, yet these two young women dared to attack him. How could they have such courage?

On the second floor, Sun Yongyi swallowed nervously and glanced at Fang Liangji. "Liangji, you've really upset two fiery-tempered young ladies. You’re in trouble now!"

Fang Liangji, already exasperated, responded, "I told you, I don’t know them."

Sun Yongyi clicked his tongue in disbelief. "Don’t know them? Then why have they been following you all the way here to the theater?"

Fang Liangji was just as puzzled, but he had no time to ponder it further. The fight downstairs was escalating.

After Du Jitong was helped to his feet, he angrily shouted, "Get those two dogs under control!"

Du Jitong had only brought two attendants, but now other young men and servants gathered. In no time, about ten of them charged toward Daohua and Dong Yuanyao.

"Stop!"

Seeing so many people charging towards Daohua and Dong Yuanyao, Hong Fang, Hong Yu, and Wang Man’er were anxious. The three of them had trained in martial arts with their mistress and had some skills, so they grabbed chairs and rushed forward.

Even Gu Yu, who didn’t know any martial arts, quickly grabbed the dishes on the table and threw them at the people.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Seeing the people charging at her, Daohua was unafraid, skillfully swinging her whip, striking at the opponents.

Dong Yuanyao didn’t bring a sword. She glanced around, grabbed a broom from the hall, and used it as a sword.

Seeing that the two weren’t very old but were quite capable, the people in the theater box were somewhat surprised.

However, despite this, they were still at a disadvantage.

There was nothing they could do; there were nearly twice as many people on Du Jitong’s side.

Soon, Daohua and the others started to struggle with the situation.

Daohua glanced at Du Jitong’s people and knew they couldn’t win, so after a moment’s thought, she quickly swung her whip toward the tables and chairs in the hall, smashing them forcefully.

She knew that places like theaters often had people behind the scenes. Once the theater's people intervened, they would have a chance to escape. Once they were out of the theater, if Du Jitong dared to chase them, she would let him experience the power of her "itchy pills."

With so many people on the street, it would also be easier for them to slip away.

On the second floor box, Fang Hao looked at Daohua, who was smashing things in the hall, his eyes flickering, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Clever."

As expected, soon, the theater's enforcers appeared.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

Seeing the theater’s Steward leading people out, Du Jitong’s side immediately stopped.

Daohua and Dong Yuanyao also stopped and gathered with Wang Man’er.

The theater Steward scanned the disarrayed hall with a grim face, then coldly looked at Du Jitong. "Young Master Du, you’ve gone too far this time."

Du Jitong was furious, pointing at Daohua and the others, "They were the ones who struck first."

Daohua snorted, "We only acted because someone here was spitting filth. If we didn’t teach him a lesson, he’d think he’s a crab, able to walk arrogantly in the streets."

When these words were said, the people in the theater laughed.

Seeing the theater Steward look over, Daohua didn’t wait for him to speak. She directly said, "We’ll pay for the damaged tables and chairs." She took out her purse.

Dong Yuanyao immediately stopped her, whispering, "What are you doing? Even if we’re paying for it, it should be Du Jitong and his people who pay."

Daohua leaned close to her ear and spoke in a voice only the two could hear, "We don’t want to make a big fuss. You don’t want the entire provincial capital to be gossiping tomorrow about how the young ladies of the Prefect Magistrate’s Family and the Prefect Magistrate of Xingzhou’s Family were out shopping at the theater and fighting, do you?"

Dong Yuanyao immediately stopped speaking and grabbed the purse from Daohua, throwing it at the Steward.

Seeing this, Daohua hurriedly said, "What are you doing? There’s a thousand taels of silver in that purse!"

Dong Yuanyao quickly looked at the Steward to get it back, but the Steward was already smiling as he put the purse away. Dong Yuanyao could only look apologetically at Daohua. "Why do you carry so much silver on you?"

Daohua was extremely upset. "That was money I planned to use to buy a gift for my cousin Zixuan."

The silver was already given, and there was no way to get it back. Although Daohua was heartbroken, she didn’t forget their current situation and looked at the theater Steward. "Can we leave now?"

The Steward smiled and made a gesture inviting them to leave.

As soon as Daohua and her group exited the theater, Du Jitong immediately tried to chase after them, but he was stopped by the theater Steward.

Knowing what Steward wanted,Steward was handed a silver note, and then Du Jitong rushed to chase Daohua and the others.

"Stop right there!"

Du Jitong, leading his men, dashed out of the theater. Upon seeing Daohua and the others still at the door, he was overjoyed and reached out to grab them.

However, before he could touch them, a figure rushed forward and kicked Du Jitong back into the theater.

The force of the kick was so great that it knocked the theater doors down.

(End of this chapter)