As soon as these words were spoken, many people's eyes turned to Pei Shu'er.
Pei Shu'er still wore a gentle smile, as if she were indulging a mischievous child.
"May I ask what has happened?"
This demeanor startled the woman in plain clothing for a moment, as it was nothing like the panic she had anticipated.
Instead, it disrupted the pace of the woman in plain clothing.
After two seconds of being stunned, the woman finally spoke what she intended to say.
"You vile merchant, my old man was poisoned after eating your confections and is now on the brink of death."
Pei Shu'er's gaze turned to the man on the ground, writhing and howling in pain with his hand clutching his stomach; his face appeared pale, and even cold sweat had formed on his forehead.
This person's condition did not seem fake; it appeared as though he was genuinely ill.
