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A scream burst from his throat, and he arched his back, covering his mouth with both hands and digging his ten fingers into his face in spasms.

He parted his lips with his fingers and felt inside—his tongue was covered with blisters, some as big as soybeans, some as small as grains of rice, all huddled together, a white patch. His body trembled violently.

Kenta, who was standing next to him, hadn't even realized what was happening yet, and his own mouth was starting to hurt.

The pain felt like someone had stuffed a handful of red-hot coals into his mouth and poured a pot of boiling oil down his throat.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The inside of his lip was ulcerated, as if it had been burned with a stick of firewood; the edges were white, and the inflamed flesh underneath was exposed.

Blood seeped from the wound, trickling down the corner of his mouth and dripping onto his clothes, staining them a dark red.

"My mouth—!!!" Kenta's voice changed as he frantically wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping his face until it was covered in blood, but the more he wiped, the more blood came out.

Mei Chuan and Ku Zi covered their mouths at almost the same time.

Several people were in so much pain that tears streamed down their faces, mingling with snot, saliva, and blood.

The four people rolled around on the ground.

The screams grew louder and louder, like four pigs being roasted over a fire, rolling, twisting and struggling on the bluestone slab.

The people around immediately stepped back.

Those who retreated quickly had already reached the eaves of the building across the street, while those who retreated slowly were being pushed and shoved outwards by the people behind them.

The old man selling pancakes even abandoned his stall, grabbing the bamboo basket containing the pancakes and darting up the steps by the roadside.

"What...what's going on now?!" someone asked in a low voice, their voice trembling noticeably.

"I don't know! She suddenly screamed, covered her mouth, and then collapsed!"

"Look at their mouths! They're swollen! They're full of blisters!"

While everyone was completely bewildered, watching from afar as those people rolled around—

Golden light exploded once again in the sky.

The scrolling text appeared again.

[Lin Ye: Anyone who dares to speak rudely again! This is what will happen to them!]

The words flickered and rolled, as if breathing.

Each flash was accompanied by an invisible sense of oppression pressing down from the sky, making it hard to breathe.

The four people on the ground also saw it.

Aji's eyes widened suddenly, the golden words reflected in his pupils, the golden light pulsating in his eyes.

His body was still trembling, his lips were moving, and he was making muffled, intermittent sounds in his throat.

"I was wrong...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

He knelt down with a thud, his hands bracing himself on the ground, his forehead pounding against the cold bricks. The bricks were icy, and his forehead became red and swollen from the impact, but he didn't stop.

"Gods, spare me! Gods, spare me!" His voice, strained and hoarse, came from his swollen tongue. "I'll never do it again! I'll never do it again!"

Kenta also knelt down.

His knees slammed against the blue bricks with a dull thud, and he collapsed to the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth, his shoulders heaving as he sobbed.

Blood and saliva mixed together, dripping from the corner of his mouth to the ground, forming a small puddle.

"I had a foul mouth! I deserve to die! Please, God, have mercy on me this time!"

Meichuan and Kuzi also climbed over.

The four men knelt side by side on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the cold blue bricks, kowtowing repeatedly, begging for mercy, their bodies trembling like withered leaves in a strong wind.

The people of the Great Flame Kingdom watching this scene showed no sympathy.

"Why didn't you do this earlier?" someone muttered under their breath.

"Weren't you pretty arrogant when you were insulting people? Now you're scared?"

"Serves him right, he deserves it."

But most people remained silent.

They simply stared at the horrific state of the four people on the ground, silently swallowed, and then touched their mouths.

Those who secretly cursed Lin Ye in their hearts but didn't post it in the comments, those who muttered complaints about Lin Ye—

They instinctively covered their mouths, feeling a wave of fear.

Some people even subconsciously took a half step back, as if the words on the sky could penetrate the air and be directly imprinted on their faces.

The old man selling pancakes looked down at the pancakes in his hand, then at the four people on the ground, and gently shook his head.

"Words can be dangerous." He placed the bamboo basket on the steps, straightened his clothes, looked up at the sky, his lips moved but no sound came out.

On the sky, the line of golden words was still flashing.

The golden light flickered, like a giant eye coldly looking down.

……

News of what happened on Suzaku Avenue quickly reached the palace.

On the Taihe Hall Square, the court officials were still looking at the sky.

Shu Jingwei was standing at the top of the white marble steps, looking up.

Just then, a young eunuch suddenly trotted in, leaned close to the head eunuch's ear, and whispered a few words.

The chief eunuch was taken aback upon hearing this. He walked behind Shu Jingwei, lowered his voice, and quickly recounted the events.

Shu Jingwei's pupils suddenly contracted.

She turned her head sharply, her gaze like a drawn knife, piercing straight into the face of the chief eunuch.

"What did you say?" Her voice wasn't loud, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling aura.

The chief eunuch was rooted to the spot by that gaze, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, trickling down his temples. He dared not wipe them away, but instead bent his waist even lower and lowered his voice even more.

"Your Majesty, on Vermilion Bird Street, there are several people from the South Sea... their mouths are ulcerated. Their tongues, palates, and inside their lips are covered in blisters and blood. The surrounding people all saw it. Just a second ago they were cursing Lin Ye and the First Princess, and suddenly their mouths are ulcerated."

Shu Jingwei's lips were pressed into a line, and her chin was taut.

She suddenly understood what Lin Ye's comment on the screen meant: "[Anyone who speaks rudely again will suffer this fate]".

She had seen the people from the South China Sea cursing Lin Ye before, and she felt relieved at the time, so she cursed a few times in her mind, but she didn't send it out.

After all, she had to maintain her imperial dignity and couldn't possibly act like a shrew and curse in the comments.

She didn't think much of the people who were muted; the barrage comments were Lin Ye's magic, so muting them wasn't a big deal.

but--

"To cause gossip and slander remotely?!" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with intense disbelief. "How is this possible?"

The chief eunuch's forehead began to sweat: "Your Majesty, it's absolutely true... Many people on Suzaku Avenue saw it with their own eyes..."

Shu Jingwei suddenly raised her hand, stopping him from continuing.

Her gaze passed over the head of the chief eunuch and looked up at the sky.

On the sky, the line of golden words had rolled away again, leaving only the quiet scene inside the car.

Lin Ye leaned back in his seat, tilting his head to look at Xiao Douzi, who was still perched by the window. The scene was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Her fingers gripped the cuffs tightly, her nails digging into the fabric, her knuckles turning white.

To cause sores to appear on one's lips remotely—what kind of tactic is this? What kind of sorcery is this?

She had witnessed Ye Fan's methods firsthand.

Ye Fan is skilled in medicine, military training, farming, and many other things.

But Ye Fan has never made someone's mouth rot from a distance!

This Lin Ye—

Even more ruthless than Ye Fan!

Even more wicked than Ye Fan!

A chill ran down her back, as if something unseen was creeping up her spine, sending shivers down her spine.

impossible!

She kept repeating it to herself.

Absolutely impossible!

but--

A thought suddenly popped into her mind, like a needle, silently piercing the depths of her consciousness.

Ye Fan and Lin Ye are from the same hometown.

They come from the same place.

Could Ye Fan's methods—medical skills, military strategy, agricultural techniques—just be...?

Just the tip of the iceberg?

Once the thought came to mind, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Could his sudden disappearance also be something he did on purpose, deliberately disappearing so that Lin Ye could take his daughter away?

And he himself might be hiding somewhere, plotting revenge...

Her back grew even colder, the chill spreading from her spine to the back of her head, like a cold snake coiled within her skull, hissing and flicking its tongue...