[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 37

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Chapter 277 The Death of Pang Yu

An arrow shot from the enemy, piercing Pang Yu's chest and exiting through his back. Pang Yu couldn't even utter a scream before collapsing—no, he collapsed into Yang Paifeng's arms.
"Pang Si, what are you doing!" Yang Paifeng caught him from behind, her hand touching his ribs, finding them covered in blood!
Pang Yu, lying in her arms, forced a smile: "Sister, it's good you're alright, go quickly... don't worry about me..." As he spoke, blood gushed from his chest, instantly staining his entire garment red.
Yang Paifeng's jade-like hands clenched tightly, a complex mix of guilt, anxiety, emotion, tension, and concern surging into her heart in an instant: "You, how could you be so foolish? I'm a martial artist, taking an arrow is nothing..."
"No, I... I'm a man, a man... I... I won't allow... I won't allow a woman... to be hurt in front of me..." Pang Yu's face was deathly pale, his breath weak, but the deep affection in his eyes was incredibly resolute, "Sister, go quickly, don't worry about me... It doesn't matter if I die... If you... are hurt, I will... I will be heartbroken..." His breath grew weaker and weaker, the blood gushing from his chest seemed to drain his life, his energy, and all his vitality!
For some reason, hearing the word "heartache" stirred a feeling Yang Paifeng had never experienced before. She had clearly seen Pang Yu shield her from an arrow, on the verge of death, yet… yet her face flushed, as red as the most vibrant rose in summer. She didn't understand why she felt this way; a man lying in her arms uttering a single word of "heartache" had rekindled the girlish feelings that had stirred within her ten years ago.
"Whoosh—!!!" A sharp sound pierced the air as another arrow shot forth, aimed directly at Yang Paifeng's heart. (Uh, that is, where Fourth Brother's head would be.)
"Sister, be careful!" Pang Yu, with strength seemingly appearing out of nowhere, leaped up and shielded Yang Paifeng once more.
"Pfft—" The powerful arrow pierced her chest again, spraying blood all over her.
"Pang Si!" Yang Paifeng's face paled as she held Pang Yu's limp body, his hands feeling its icy coldness!
"Pang Si!!! Wake up. Wake up!" she cried out urgently. But Pang Yu could no longer hear…
×××××××××××××××
. I'm going to die.
Ahhh. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
Ahhhhhh. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
In his hazy, half-conscious state, Pang Yu kept thinking like this. He. A person who knew absolutely nothing about martial arts. He had been shot twice in the chest. One of the arrows had even pierced through. Was there any chance of survival?
No!
He wasn't the resilient protagonist of a martial arts novel. "Luckily, my heart is biased, so the assassin's knife only pierced my lung, not my heart. He said that someone like me with a biased heart is one in ten thousand." "It turns out he was born with an unusual feature, his heart is biased to the right and not to the left, and he escaped death back then entirely because of this." Such a thing couldn't and wouldn't happen, so the fourth brother, who had been shot twice in the chest, was already in despair.
The fourth brother was in despair, feeling that he had no hope of living.
So, naturally, the fourth brother couldn't fight against death, the fourth brother was going to die.
"Ugh, living is so tiring, I might as well just kick the bucket and die—"
Just as Pang Yu was about to give up in his daze, suddenly, he felt a pair of slender, jade-like hands touch his body—not just touch, but also undress him, undress him!
Undress him, ahhhhhhh!!!
Soft, smooth, delicate hands, like fine powder, pressed against his body, as gentle as butterflies fluttering their wings on a flower stamen, moving down his injured chest little by little, until finally reaching his waistband, oh no, a little higher, why a little higher, a little higher to undo his belt. Holy crap
, what is this, what is this! Taking advantage of Fourth Brother's serious injury and unconsciousness, what is she going to do to Fourth Brother!
The belt was undone, the pants were taken off, and tender, jade-like hands, through a thin layer of fine silk underwear, gently pinched and squeezed his sensitive areas, the slender, jade-like fingers, both nimble and clumsy, kneading, the touch as delicate and subtle as grinding jade. After a few touches, Fourth Brother's blood was surging. The tip of his penis felt like it was being pricked by electric needles, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. He was severely injured and completely limp, lacking even the strength to open his eyes. Otherwise, he would have already been fully erect.
Who is this? What kind of girl is this? Teasing the innocent Fourth Brother like this! Is it Xiu Xiang? No, Xiu Xiang's hands are smaller. I touched her that night; I can't be mistaken.
Is it Xi Yun? No, Xi Yun should be used to it by now; there's no reason for her to be so unfamiliar.
Is it the Flower Demoness? Even more wrong. The Flower Demoness's hands are as soft as snakes, incredibly alluring, and she always goes straight in, grabbing the vitals; there's no reason for her to linger outside!
Is it Nangong Qin Yi? Still no, touching a man isn't much different from playing the zither. Qin Yi's zither skills are so superb; touching her is probably no less impressive than the Flower Demoness's!
Then who could it be? Who's touching me like that?
Fourth Brother was dazed, completely bewildered
, and utterly unable to open his eyes due to exhaustion.
But undeniably, those soft, tender hands touched him, giving him the courage to live.
Ah, how wonderful it is to be alive! A girl touching you like this, getting excited and even going to bed with you!
He had to save his life first!
Life is beautiful, living is meaningful, he couldn't just die like this! With hope of "life," Fourth Brother, who had one foot in the grave, returned!
Having been shot twice in the chest and severely wounded, Fourth Brother began a remarkably rapid recovery.
For the next few days, those hands touched him every day—his face, neck, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, and down… all the way to his inner thighs. Touching and touching, the hands helped Fourth Brother overcome death, kick away the clutches of the Black and White Impermanence, and he recovered day by day.
But Fourth Brother had suffered a severe wound, a sword piercing his heart. Although he was gradually recovering, he remained in a daze, his eyes unable to open, relying solely on hearing to perceive his surroundings.
Two days had passed, a full two days. If Pang Yu's biological clock was correct, those smooth, jade-like hands that had "snatched" him back from the brink of death hadn't touched him for two days.
Fourth Brother felt lonely, distressed, and missed her. Something seemed to be blocking his severely injured chest.
Was it blood stasis, or loneliness?
Days passed, but the girl who had touched him still hadn't come. Fourth Brother grew increasingly depressed and distressed, finally unable to hold it in any longer, about to vomit out both loneliness and blood stasis. Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps, like lotus blossoms scattering, entering the room.
Wow, she's here! Her savior has arrived!
Fourth Brother felt a surge of excitement. If he weren't unable to open his eyes or get up, confined to bed, he would have rushed over and embraced her, expressing his gratitude with his actions.
With graceful steps, she brought a delicate, sweet scent of musk orchids. It wasn't overpowering, but it lingered, enveloping the nose like a valley filled with blooming flowers, the fragrance permeating every breath.
Pang Yu slowly savored the intoxicating scent of the young woman. Then, with a soft thud, he was helped up and nestled in her fragrant embrace.
"Wow, what a stroke of luck! This sister is so considerate!"
Fourth Brother was even more excited, wanting to hug and kiss his beloved sister. But before he could even open his mouth, a warm, sweet soup was fed to him. Judging from the taste, it was probably a nourishing dish like white fungus and lotus seed porridge or lily and bird's nest porridge. "Hmm, it must have been made by Xiu Xiang herself," he thought. "A lovingly prepared tonic, it tastes wonderful!"
After drinking the nourishing drink, Fourth Brother gradually regained his strength. His eyelids, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, slowly began to lighten. And then, he slowly opened them!
He was shocked to see Yang Paifeng's beautiful, elegant face right in front of him!
It was…it was Sister Paifeng! How could this be?!
Fourth Brother was startled, utterly shocked. In his shock, he decided to pretend to faint.
Yes, pretend to faint. He needed to figure out why Sister Paifeng had come to take care of him, fed him porridge, and those delicate hands that constantly touched him…no, wait, those hands that gave him hope, the courage to live, and pulled him back from the brink of death—did they belong to her?
Yang Paifeng was focused on feeding Pang Yu porridge, unaware that he had already woken up. Pang Yu closed his eyes and continued to lean against her fragrant embrace. Even through layers of clothing, he could clearly feel her skin as smooth as powder, her shoulders and elbows as smooth as water, without a trace of excess. Slender and even, yet without a hint of hardness, her pair of full breasts beneath her bodice, though not as large as the Flower Fairy's, were perfectly round, as if only a thin layer of smooth skin covered them, filled with sweet spring water, forming a thin, seven-tenths full water bag. The heavy parts were extremely tactile, and a gentle touch would cause ripples. They were incredibly soft and smooth, like tofu that could never be broken down no matter how much you kneaded it. In addition to their softness and smoothness, they possessed an alluring charm. Unfortunately, Fourth Brother was "dizzy" now. Even if he wasn't dizzy, he wouldn't have the... courage, hehe. Otherwise, he would definitely play with her for a lifetime, and no amount of caressing and kneading would be enough.
The two faced each other face to face, only inches apart, their breaths mingling. Pang Yu couldn't help but open his eyes a crack, realizing that Huo Shuai's slender body was truly incredibly thin, like a piece of cold jade carved from stone. Her shoulders were sharply defined, her neck delicate and her chin pointed. This young woman, who could be as cold and aloof as a fairy when serious, possessed a body as supple as if boneless. Every inch of her skin, every smile, felt so real. Her firm and beautiful figure seemed almost within reach, arousing an irresistible desire within him. Pang Yu felt his mouth go dry, his heart pounding with desire. His ears burned slightly, and his mind went blank for a moment. The arrow wound in his chest no longer hurt, and his strength returned. He stealthily extended his hands, reaching towards Huo Shuai's slender waist, which seemed almost within reach.
Before he could even touch her, a clear, sharp rebuke, like a silver bottle shattering, suddenly rang out from outside the window.
"Pang Si, how dare you lay a hand on Aunt Paifeng!!!"

Chapter 278 The Fall of Sister Huoshuai (Part 1)

The young lady's roar shook the whole room. Even Paifeng, who was experienced in battle and could handle any situation, was slightly surprised. Only the fourth brother, who was used to big scenes, closed his eyes and then slowly opened them again, pretending to be surprised. His "soft and weak" body rested on Yang Paifeng's chest, resting on two thin, warm, soft breasts like water bags. He slowly opened his eyes little by little.
"Ah, Sister Paifeng, you..." He completely ignored Yang Yan's frosty face and domineering presence, only widening his bloodshot eyes (of course, such severe injuries would cause bloodshot eyes) as he stared in astonishment at Yang Paifeng, who was holding him in her arms and feeding her porridge. "Am I dreaming? God, you're so good to me! Even if I die, I want to die in Sister Paifeng's arms, God!"
Yang Yan had come to demand an explanation, how could she allow Pang Yu to treat her like a mere wisp of smoke? She rushed over in a flash, her face frosty, her bright eyes wide open: "Dreaming? Keep dreaming! Let go of me, let go of your stinking paws!" Not only did she glare at him angrily, but Miss Yang also clenched her fist as if to hit him.
"Yan'er, don't be silly!" Yang Paifeng hurriedly put down the bowl of soup in her hand, stopping Miss Yang's impulsiveness.
"Auntie, why are you protecting her?" Yang Yan exclaimed anxiously, her little feet tumbling over. "That boy is shameless! He's been staring at you the whole time, and he even tried to touch you!
"
"Yan'er, you...you can't talk nonsense! Lord Tian Ding didn't..."
"That's right, I didn't...cough cough cough cough!" Fourth Brother quickly interjected, then, whether feigning it or not, or genuinely catching his breath, he clutched his chest and coughed violently.
His cough pained Yang Paifeng; those two arrows in Pang Yu's chest were the ones Pang Si had taken to save her! She quickly glared at Yang Yan, telling her to be quiet, then turned to her with concern and asked, "Pang Si, what's wrong? Are you alright? Does your chest hurt? If it does, lie down quickly. You're badly injured; you need to rest more."
Pang Yu's eyes reddened with emotion, and he choked out, "Yes, thank you, Sister Paifeng. But I don't hurt, really. With you by my side, I really don't hurt at all!" Sister Huo Shuai wasn't some naive little girl; sweet words had no effect on her. Instead, it was this kind of simple, even somewhat clumsy, expression of gratitude that touched her heart the most. Sure enough, Yang Paifeng blushed slightly upon hearing this
. Instead of getting up from the couch, she let Pang Yu lean against her fragrant embrace, his neck and shoulders pressed against her smooth, soft breasts. —Pang Si was injured like this to save her. Yang Paifeng felt incredibly guilty. Since she felt guilty, letting him take advantage of her a little wouldn't hurt, right?
Yang Yan, seeing this, felt even more anxious.
"Auntie, I'm not lying!" She rushed to the bedside, pointing her finger at him relentlessly, determined to fight him to the bitter end. "You... confess honestly. Did you try to take liberties with Auntie Paifeng just now?"
Yes, he did. Which guy wouldn't want to lay a finger on a beauty like Sister Huoshuai?
Pang Yu coughed, muttering to himself, but his mouth stubbornly denied it: "No, no... cough cough cough. How could I... cough cough cough. I have so much respect for Sister Paifeng... cough cough cough... how could I dare to... cough cough cough... dare to have any disrespectful thoughts... cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!" Not only did he deny it, but he coughed three times for every half sentence. The more he coughed, the more serious his injury seemed. Yang Paifeng felt more guilty and grateful, and let him lean against her more. Of course, Fourth Brother couldn't let Sister Huoshuai's kindness go to waste. With each cough, he moved here and there, intentionally or unintentionally teasing her. His firm, thick back rubbed against her slightly protruding nipples beneath her clothes, making her cheeks flush red. She let out soft, panting breaths. Yet, she couldn't push him away. It was clearly a deliberate attempt to provoke our Miss Yang.
"You, you have the audacity to do this!" Yang Yan couldn't argue with him, so she had no choice but to resort to violence. A slap came across her face.
"Smack—" A crisp sound rang out, but before Fourth Brother could even make a move, Yang Paifeng stopped him.
"Yan'er, don't be silly."
"That's right, Miss... Miss, don't be silly." Fourth Brother echoed, still "weakly" nestled in Sister Huo Shuai's arms, winking at her and making faces.
"I...I..." Yang Paifeng couldn't win the argument, nor could she hit him, so she started throwing a tantrum. Her eyebrows furrowed, she put her hands on her slender waist and shouted, "I just saw it! I saw it! I saw this boy with shifty eyes, staring at your body, Auntie! He...he was trying to harass and take liberties with you!"
Hearing her shout like this, Yang Paifeng knew that people several houses away could hear her. Then everyone would know that the valiant and formidable female general of the Yang family, who commanded respect on the frontier, had been harassed by a lowly servant from the Grand Tutor's mansion... Oh dear, how could this be allowed to spread? It would be utterly shameful!
"Yan'er, stop!" She hurriedly stopped her, her pretty face showing a blush and anxiety that even Yang Yan could see. She stomped her foot hard and pouted, "Who dares, whoever dares to spread rumors, I'll smash their mouth!"
"Shut up!" Yang Paifeng shouted, her phoenix eyes cold, as if she was truly enraged. "Do you know that if it weren't for Lord Tianding stepping forward that day to protect your aunt from you,
you wouldn't be seeing your aunt now. Lord Tianding saved your aunt's life, and even though he took liberties with her, your aunt was willing!"
Oh dear, Pang Yu's heart pounded wildly. Her sister, the Fire General, had said these words. Did that mean she would repay his life-saving grace with her body?
Yang Paifeng blurted out these words in her haste. Wasn't she also blushing and her heart pounding? For more than ten years, she had never been moved by a man, but only in front of Pang Si, she... she really... really couldn't control herself.
Yang Yan hated Pang Yu to the core, and continued to pester him: "Aunt, how can this be? This shameless, despicable scoundrel isn't even worthy to carry your shoes. If he dares to take liberties with you, Yan'er will be the first to stop him..."
The shouts of "frivolous! Frivolous!" were deafening, as if afraid the people outside wouldn't hear. Yang Paifeng couldn't let her continue. She first helped Pang Yu down, then jumped up and angrily said, "Enough! Yan'er, get out! Get out! Go back to Tianbo Mansion by yourself! Your aunt will never take you out again!" Yang Yan was
startled. From childhood to adulthood, her aunt had always been the one who loved her the most. In all these years, she had never uttered a single angry word to her. She never expected that her aunt would point at her and tell her to get out for the sake of that damned servant. Her heart was filled with bitterness, sorrow, and pain, and she couldn't shout anymore. All that remained were her tearful eyes, glaring fiercely at Pang Yu, who was lying on the bed, squinting and grinning at her. She stomped her foot and snorted coldly, cursing, "You, you bastard, you shameless scoundrel, you damned stupid pig! You deserved to be shot dead by the rebels!"
"Slap!" A slap landed on her delicate, jade-like face. It was Yang Paifeng who hit her.
Yang Yan was stunned by the slap, clutching her stinging cheek, standing there as if petrified.
"Auntie...you hit me!" Yang Yan's beautiful eyes reddened, she choked out, and two crystal tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She turned abruptly and ran out the door, crying.
Yang Paifeng was taken aback, realizing that he had hit her too rashly and too hard. Just as he was about to chase after her, Pang Yu, who was lying on the bed behind him, suddenly cried out, "Ah!"
Yang Paifeng hurriedly turned around and asked with concern, "Pang Si, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, I'm fine." Fourth Brother clutched his chest, which was wrapped in bandages, and shook his head. His head shook, but his lips trembled, and his teeth chattered.
Yang Paifeng interpreted this "behavior" as something being wrong. Forgetting about chasing Yang Yan, she quickly sat down, examined the wound, and, finding no signs of reopening, anxiously asked, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Tell me quickly!"
Pang Yu still shook his head: "No, it really doesn't hurt. With you here, sister, Pang Si really doesn't feel any pain." As he spoke, beads of sweat, large as beans, seeped from his forehead.
Seeing him trying so hard to endure it, fearing she would worry, Yang Paifeng felt even more grateful, her eyes reddening.
(Women, when they are moved by a man and feel genuine gratitude towards him, his image is etched in their hearts, and they can never forget him.)
"Sister Paifeng..." Pang Yu lay on the bed, his voice still weak, "Where am I? I wasn't shot with an arrow, how... how am I not dead..."
"This is the Grand Tutor's Mansion, your home." Yang Paifeng looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and guilt, recounting everything that had happened from the day of the attack until the past few days.
That day, Pang Yu was shot twice in the chest while trying to save her and collapsed tragically. Yang Paifeng held his blood-soaked body in one arm and charged out with a fire poker in the other. Relying on her years of combat experience and the three new Yang family spear techniques she had learned, she fought her way out of the encirclement, mounted her horse, and rushed towards Bianliang. She didn't even care about Yang Yan. The direct consequence was that Miss Yang couldn't vent her anger, so she simply took out her sword on a bunch of ignorant rebels. When the garrison commander in the outskirts of the capital heard that the imperial envoy for suppressing bandits and the four great generals of the imperial guards, Pang Si, had been attacked by rebels and were seriously injured, he hurriedly mustered his troops and rushed to the scene. All he found was a pile of corpses. Not a single one was still breathing. However, it was obvious that the weapons and the fabric of their clothes were exactly the same as those of the rebels captured on the day of the Fengling Pavilion's attack on the emperor.
Without going into details, when Pang Yu was brought back by fast horse, he was barely clinging to life, practically a dead man. The soldiers guarding the city, seeing the dire situation, hurriedly rode to report to Grand Commandant Gao. Within half an hour, the entire capital knew that Pang Si, the loyal and devoted servant of the Grand Commandant's household, had nearly lost his life to fulfill the Emperor's mission. Yang Paifeng, the only one who understood the "truth," rushed Pang Yu to Baozhi Hall to seek treatment from the renowned physician Lin. Physician Lin was indeed highly skilled, but upon seeing Pang Yu's condition, he shook his head, cupped his hands, and uttered four words: "
Please seek a more skilled physician!

" (Chapter 279: The Fall of the Fire Marshal's Sister (Part Two)) "

Please seek a more skilled physician"—when spoken by a doctor, it usually means "He's going to die."
This was tantamount to a death sentence for Pang Yu.
Having no other option, Yang Paifeng fought her way out of the encirclement with Pang Yu in her arms, then rushed back to the capital for medical help. Along the way, she repeatedly channeled her inner energy into him to keep him alive. Exhausted, she was immediately struck by the words "seek another doctor." "Swish!" A fire poker was pressed against the neck of the Imperial Physician Lin, its protruding tip against his jaw.
Imperial Physician Lin was terrified, nearly wetting himself. Putting everything else aside, if Lord Tian Ding died here, the "Imperial Physician" plaque at the entrance would likely be smashed by the Grand Tutor's mansion. And the person pointing at him—I recognized him! Wasn't that General Yang from the Tianbo Mansion? He'd smashed up the shop here ten years ago! This…this…aren't the Yang family and the Grand Tutor's mansion sworn enemies? Why was General Yang bringing the seriously injured Lord Tian Ding to Baozhitang, forcing him to treat him?
A secret affair? Could they be having an affair?!
When a man becomes lewd, his thoughts become lewd. Lin Dafu, a lecherous doctor who only enjoys sex, naturally couldn't think of anything good. There was no other way; with a gun to his throat, even knowing there was no hope, he'd still pretend to go through with it. Lin Dafu quickly began to stop the bleeding and bandage Lord Tianding. The bleeding stopped, but Fourth Brother's life was nearing its end. Lin Dafu had also needlessly sacrificed a treasured thousand-year-old ginseng.
"General Yang, Lord Tianding's injuries are too severe. This old man... this old man really... is truly... powerless..." Upon uttering these words, Yang Paifeng's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face. Lin Dafu's eyes widened in disbelief. Crying like this, and still no personal feelings?!
Fourth Brother was about to kick the bucket when suddenly a large group of people stormed into Baozhi Hall, led by...
Grand Tutor Pang!
"Grand Tutor Pang!? My... my Grand Tutor?" Fourth Brother almost blurted out "my father" in his haste, but thankfully stopped himself in time. "Grand Tutor has come, and brought elixirs and magic pills?"
"Sister doesn't know what they are. Anyway, Grand Tutor took out a jade bottle, poured out a few red pills and fed them to you. Then he took you away." At this moment, Yang Paifeng felt only guilt and gratitude towards Pang Yu. For the first time ever, she spoke to him in the tone of an older sister.
"Take... take you away. Take you where? Sister, tell me quickly." Pang Yu's chest still ached faintly. He spoke weakly. But he called out "sister" very quickly.
"I don't know. Sister originally wanted to go with him, but Grand Tutor Pang said that there is only one person in the world who can save you, and only he can persuade that person. Sister can't just go into that place." Yang Paifeng spoke slowly, unusually using her cold yet gentle and tender voice, as if afraid that Pang Yu wouldn't hear her clearly. This was also a tacit acceptance of Pang Yu calling her that.
"Sister, what happened after that?" Taking advantage of the situation was always in Pang Yu's nature. Since this incident, he even omitted the "Paifeng" in "Sister Paifeng." He kept calling her "Sister," "Sister," until Yang Paifeng was in his bed.
"I don't know what happened after that. I only know that you were taken away by Grand Tutor Pang and didn't come back for several days. I waited at the gate of the mansion every day until the fourth day when I finally saw a carriage bringing you back."
Pang Yu couldn't help but reach out and grasp Yang Paifeng's slender hand that had just been feeding him porridge. Moved, she said, "Sister, you've suffered so much."
Out of a woman's modesty, Yang Paifeng gently pulled away, but only "gently," because she immediately noticed that Pang Yu's hand was ice-cold, clearly indicating that his blood and energy had not yet recovered after being seriously injured. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt again, letting him hold her without resisting, and said softly, "No, you're the one who suffered, you shielded your sister from the arrow."
"No, sister, you're the one who suffered!" Pang Yu took advantage of the situation, gripping Yang Paifeng's hand even tighter, "Sister, to protect me, you worked so hard by my side, and even specially rushed to Qilipo to save me."
Yang Paifeng was deeply ashamed, her face shaking weakly as she weakly explained, "I was afraid that Yan'er would kill someone indiscriminately and violate the laws of the Song Dynasty, that's why..."
"No matter who you came for, sister, you saved me, so I should repay you." Pang Yu interrupted her tenderly, carefully taking her slightly feverish hand in his. "If time could turn back, if there were a next time, I would still stand in front of you, sister, to shield you from the arrow. Even if I died for you, I would... be willing!"
Yang Paifeng was deeply moved, her eyes immediately becoming misty. Through the faint tears, her blushing, pale pink cheeks resembled a crabapple blossom glistening with dew in autumn, breathtakingly beautiful. If her fourth brother hadn't been so badly injured and weak that he couldn't even get up on his own, he would surely have been unable to resist cupping her face and kissing her deeply.
Now it's time to confess! Like when you put a wedding ring on a bride's finger in a church, gently take Huo Shuai's hand, look tenderly into her eyes, and gently ask, "Pai Feng, can I protect you for the rest of my life?"
If you really ask that, Fourth Brother is doomed. Huo Shuai isn't some sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl experiencing her first love, crying her eyes out at the slightest touch of a man's affection, wanting
to give him everything. She's a heroine, a warrior who can fight thousands of soldiers like it's nothing on the battlefield; she doesn't need you to give her your flesh and blood. It was a long and difficult process to move Huo Shuai and unlock the shackles that had closed her heart for ten years.
The first step is already perfect. Now we can't be too hasty. Pursuing a woman is a skill; we have to take it slow, gradually letting Huo Shuai fall into the arms of a man's tenderness.
"Good sister, I... how many days have I been lying down?" He considerately didn't press the issue, loosening his grip by ninety percent.
Yang Paifeng was about to pull her hand away, but when she saw his deathly pale face, cracked lips, and large beads of sweat on his forehead, and how he was trying so hard not to show it in front of them, she softened and let Pang Yu hold her hand, saying softly, "Counting today, it's been ten days. You were injured while saving your sister, and I'm so sorry. I want to come here every day to see if you've woken up yet, but the people from your Grand Tutor's mansion always stop me, refusing to let me in no matter what..." "
But I've come in now," Pang Yu smiled weakly.
“Yes, my sister stopped Grand Tutor Pang on the way home from court and begged him. After much pleading, he finally let her in to see you. You…you’re awake, that’s good. My heart is finally at ease.” Yang Paifeng let out a long sigh, a smile finally appearing on her usually cold and beautiful face. “If you really…really hadn’t woken up, I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life.” Hearing
this, Pang Yu felt a warm glow in his heart and couldn’t help but say, “Sister, you look so beautiful when you smile.”
Yang Paifeng’s face flushed red. Suddenly, she felt a heat in her palm and quickly pulled her hand back, thus escaping Pang Yu’s “clutches.” She hurriedly stood up and said awkwardly and slightly stammeringly, “You’re awake…it’s good that you’re alright. I…I have…I have something to do, so I’ll go back to Tianbo Mansion first…You should rest well, and I’ll come again the next day…”
“Sister, don’t go,” Pang Yu called to her.
Yang Paifeng had already taken several steps when she heard Pang Yu call out, and immediately stopped. It was as if an invisible hand was pulling her from behind, preventing her from taking another step. However, she didn't go back to the window; she simply stood quietly, looking at Pang Yu, her delicate hands clutching her skirt, as if she were trying her best to restrain herself.
"I have something... I want to ask you, sister..." Pang Yu said haltingly, struggling to sit up, but suddenly his elbow went weak and he collapsed towards the bedside.
Yang Paifeng rushed back like a gust of wind, catching him from behind. The faint, sweet scent of her virginity she carried made Pang Yu's heart flutter.
"Pang Si, are you alright?" Yang Paifeng asked with concern, worried that his wounds might reopen.
"No...it's alright." Pang Yu shook his head weakly. "Sister, those rebels who attacked us that day...were they really all killed by Miss...were any survivors? The Emperor appointed me as Imperial Envoy to assist Grand Commandant Gao in suppressing the rebels, I...cough cough cough, I failed in my duty, I...I have let the Emperor down..."
Yang Paifeng saw him coughing badly and quickly patted his back: "Just focus on recovering. Grand Commandant Gao will be in charge of suppressing the rebels, you don't need to worry."
"No, sister, you must tell me!" What kind of person is Fourth Brother? A loyal minister and righteous man of the Song Dynasty. Even seriously injured, he still did not forget to serve his country. He stubbornly insisted on getting to the bottom of things. "Since the Emperor appointed me as Imperial Envoy, it means he trusts me. I...although I am seriously injured, I also want to know these things. I also want to do my best for the Song Dynasty! Good sister, please tell me, please." He pressed his chest excitedly, his hands trembling. What was this? This is unwavering loyalty and courage, this is a man's sacrifice and dedication for his country and nation, disregarding his own safety!
At this moment, Yang Paifeng saw in this stubborn man something she had always believed in and deeply admired. Her ancestors, from the old general to his eight descendants, and now to the third generation of the Yang family, had always been like this man, sacrificing their own lives for the peace of the country, the well-being of the people, and the mission entrusted to them by the emperor!
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Yang Paifeng's heart, emotions she couldn't quite understand—a touch of emotion, a hint of nostalgia, and a touch of…being moved. Having known Pang Yu for so long, only today did she truly realize that this servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion was nothing like his master—lustful, greedy, and wicked—nor did he possess a trace of the Grand Tutor's cunning. What he possessed was a powerful sense of responsibility, ambition, and unwavering loyalty to the Song Dynasty, surpassing that of any other young person in the world. He possessed a patriotic dedication and fervor comparable to that of the Yang family's ancestors and her most admired General Yang!
At this moment, Yang Paifeng's heart, which had been closed off for ten years, was completely moved.
She had waited ten years, and finally, she had found a man worthy of her love!

Chapter 280: The Fall of the Fire Marshal (Part 3)

"Most of the rebels who attacked us were killed in a fit of rage by Yan'er. The one who shot you with two arrows must have escaped." Yang Paifeng barely managed to calm her chaotic emotions and told them everything in detail. "Judging from the shooting technique and the force of the arrow, this person's martial arts should be no less than Yan'er's. But when I asked Yan'er later, she said she hadn't faced a traitor who could last three moves against her."
(Just as I thought!)
Pang Yu sneered inwardly. Hmph. The one who attacked me. You can run away now. Go ahead and run. Hao Yunyun in Qixiu Manor has already thoroughly investigated who left that day, who took weapons from the armory, and who brought their men with them. Go back and walk right into the trap. Hmph!
If I remember correctly, Hao Yunyun herself said that for traitors who betray the organization, "Konghuan" has over a hundred cruel punishments waiting for them. Buddy, you'd better endure it. I was willing to take two arrows from you and have a brush with death for my woman. Now it's my turn. I won't let you suffer more than twenty arrows before you
die!
"While I was unconscious, were there any major developments in the capital?"
"Yes. Less than half an hour after you were taken away by Grand Tutor Pang, all the main streets of the capital were sealed off. Grand Commandant Gao personally led men, searching house to house along the streets. They practically turned Bianliang upside down."
"Did they find anything related to the assassins?"
Yang Paifeng shook her head. She sighed, "Alas. Nothing. But we caught quite a few insignificant thugs and petty thieves. It's a relief, at least."
(Alas. It's a pity the Emperor already knows that Qixiufang is an assassin's den. No matter how well it's concealed, it's all in vain.)
Pang Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"By the way, dear sister, have there been any other major events in the capital these past few days?"
"The whole city is busy searching for rebels. What else could have happened?"
"Really nothing?" Pang Yu seemed very surprised.
Yang Paifeng was stunned, unsure what he wanted to ask.
"Really not? Sister. Think carefully. I've been unconscious for so long. The Ghost Festival..."
"You mean... the Great Song Dynasty Weekly?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Pang Yu nodded vigorously. "Good sister, did you buy this issue's special edition commemorating the Yang family? Although I'm injured and can't finalize the draft, but... Fan Zhongyan, Gongsun Ce, and the others..." "
Pang Si, thank you." Before he could finish speaking, Yang Paifeng's eyes reddened, misty as if veiled by fog. "In this issue of the weekly, sister saw the people of Tianbo Mansion and the capital. They all saw the Yang family... our Yang family has been loyal and brave for generations. They fought bravely for the Great Song Dynasty. Even back then... the Seven Sons of Jinshatan went, and only one returned. After that, they still fought without hesitation to protect the border, fighting bloody battles on the battlefield..."
"Sister, don't say anymore, I understand." Pang Yu extended his still slightly trembling index finger and gently pressed it against her lips. Yang Paifeng instantly blushed. Even her heartbeat quickened a thousandfold. However, she didn't push him away (she'd already fallen for him!). Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she listened silently to him. "Our editorial department is launching this issue of the weekly magazine not only to awaken the people of the Song Dynasty's remembrance of heroes, but also to promote the spirit of loyalty and patriotism passed down through three generations of our family, and to elevate it into an indomitable national spirit. We will use it to inspire generation after generation of the Song Dynasty people to work hard, revitalize China, and dedicate our lives to the long-term stability of the country and the prosperity of the nation!"
Yang Paifeng raised her head in surprise, looking at Pang Yu in disbelief—he, a mere servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, could think so deeply and so far ahead about this matter. What he did was not to please her, nor to curry favor with the Tianbo Mansion, but truly for the Song Dynasty, for the nation, and for the world!
"Sister—" Pang Yu called her affectionately. Yang Paifeng's heart trembled. For some reason, all her strength vanished, and she leaned against Pang Yu's chest. Like a young girl experiencing her first love, she was intoxicated by her lover's embrace. Shyly, she listened quietly to his soft, tender words. "General Yang, in the past, besieged Lianglang Mountain. His blood stained the Li Ling Stele. He shed his last drop of blood for the Song Dynasty. I will never let such a thing happen again. The clash of swords on the battlefield, the smoke of war—I will make it all disappear forever. All war and slaughter will cease. My dear sister, let us join hands to create a powerful Song Dynasty, a dynasty that will last for ten thousand generations!"
The word "jointly" had many meanings. Some were public, some private. Yang Paifeng understood perfectly. Her face flushed crimson, her jade-like cheeks almost bleeding. Her girlish coquettishness was fully revealed. "You…don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'jointly'? I don't want to…with you…"
"Don't you want a 'Prosperous Era of Jingyou,' where the people of the world enjoy eternal peace?" Pang Yu looked at her with a smile.
Yang Paifeng certainly wanted that. But if…" " Didn't you even agree to the private 'together'?
" Pang Yu asked, his tone even more ambiguous. It was almost identical to when he asked Zou Xiyun in bed. He practically reached out and lifted Yang Paifeng's chin.
Yang Paifeng was too shy to answer. Her former heroic spirit was completely gone.
Her fourth brother didn't press her. He chuckled and said, "Does sister not believe I have this ability?
" "No. No, sister believes..."
"It's fine if you don't believe me." He interrupted before Yang Paifeng could finish. "It's indeed not easy for sister and me to create a 'Jingyou Prosperous Era.' But I promise, I will definitely create an era where women don't need to use swords and spears. Let us protect the Great Song Dynasty. The women of the Yang family can stay away from bloodshed and return to the capital to find their own happiness and joy." Pang Yu's warm voice was like a babbling brook in June, gently flowing into Yang Paifeng's ears, slowly nourishing her girlish heart that had been parched for ten years. "
Good sister, believe me. There will definitely be a day in the near future when you and the eldest young lady, and all the other women of the Yang family, will no longer have to waste your precious youth in the endless yellow sands of the borderlands. You can be like other young ladies, having your own lives to live, and freely pursuing the happiness you desire!" "
Is there any more humane word in the world? It's more caring than concern, more affectionate than confession. This most tender whisper in history is penetrating her ears. Thinking of the day Pang Yu sacrificed himself to shield her from an arrow, Yang Paifeng could no longer control her deeply moved emotions. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads.
If Fourth Brother were a beast, he would have taken advantage of the situation and forced himself on her. But Fourth Brother is a gentleman. He's a righteous gentleman who only acts out of 'love.' And have you ever heard of someone who was shot twice in the chest, remained unconscious for ten days, and then woke up to... you know? Enduring the occasional pain from the wound... Fourth Brother, the handsome sister..." He swept her around the waist, holding her tightly in his arms. Yang Paifeng trembled, instinctively trying to struggle (as expected, it wasn't so easy to push her away). Pang Yu grasped her delicate wrist in return, shaking his head. His eyes
held only masculine tenderness, devoid of any lewdness or obscenity. Yang Paifeng, held close to him, felt her heart pounding for some reason. She hesitated for a moment, biting her pink lips, before finally giving up her resistance. Her full breasts heaved, her eyes and ears burning as if she were about to faint. Her pretty face flushed crimson, like autumn maple leaves.
Pang Yu pulled the fiery beauty into his broad arms, softly humming:
"Smoke rises, the land stretches north,
dragons rise and horses
neigh, swords flash like frost, the heart flows like the Yellow River .
For twenty years, through countless battles, who could stand against me
? Hate drives me mad; my long blade has pierced
countless brothers, loyal souls buried in
my homeland. I would gladly die a hundred times to serve my country. I
can only sigh, speechless with sorrow, tears streaming down my face.
The horse's hooves go south, people look north, people look north; the grass is green, the dust flies. I wish to defend our land and reclaim our territory . A glorious China will have all sides come to pay tribute... " Fourth Brother was seriously injured. He sang "Loyalty to the Country" softly, but the stirring melody was perfectly controlled. The voice clearly had stopped. The moving music still echoed endlessly in the room where only the two of them were. Yang Paifeng couldn't control her turbulent emotions. Tears streamed down her face again, soaking her clothes... and then... her heart... The last shred of defense within her completely crumbled. She buried her face in Pang Yu's broad arms and wept bitterly. Ten years of perseverance, ten years of hardship, ten years of toil—all turned into a single tear. Yang Paifeng lay in Pang Yu's arms, crying for a long, long time. Her tears soaked Pang Yu's clothes, revealing a layer of crimson blood. Although the wound was painful (how could it not hurt when it was wet?), Pang Yu felt a deep sense of satisfaction. His sister, Huo Shuai, rested her head on his shoulder, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. At this moment, she was so fragile, as fragile as any other young girl, so fragile that she evoked boundless tenderness. Pang Yu couldn't help but gently stroke his sister's flowing, cloud-like hair. He held her hand in his other hand and said with infinite tenderness, "Sister, don't worry. I will definitely give you the happiest happiness in the world!" " I don't know how much time passed. Pai Feng stood up, her face flushed. She hurriedly tied up her loose black hair, then hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes. She glanced up and saw Pang Yu lying on the bedside, his slightly tired eyes gazing at her affectionately. She felt even more embarrassed and said, clutching the hem of her clothes, "I...I'll go back first. Pang Si. Sister...Sister will come to see you another day." Before she finished speaking, she hurriedly ran out. "Good sister. I'll wait for you—" her brother shouted. Love should be shouted out. Huo Shuai's sister left, leaving her brother alone in the room. He had just lain down to close his eyes and rest when he suddenly heard an extremely lewd, vulgar, and obscene male voice outside the door, chuckling sinisterly, "Well done, Pang Si. So this is how you seduce girls. Your methods are quite sophisticated. You only took two arrows, yet you moved General Yang, who hadn't been able to move for ten years. Tsk tsk tsk. Truly sophisticated." No wonder he has so many mistresses. He probably has close to ten women he wants to be with forever. Upon hearing this, Fourth Brother's anger flared up instantly.

"Seduction"? What does "seduction" mean? My feelings for Sister Huo Shuai are love. True love!
Feeling greatly humiliated by that person outside, I angrily cursed, "Who the hell is slandering me outside? Want a spanking?"
The answer was only one word.
"I, the Emperor!"

(Chapter 281 Identity Exposed

) Usually, only one person in the world dares to call themselves that
. Even if there are others, they're on a stage.
This isn't a stage, and there's no opera going on here, so the one speaking outside must be—the most despicable, vulgar, shameless, and lewd Emperor Renzong of all time.
"Whoosh—!" The door was pushed open, and sure enough, a lewd and despicable face appeared before Fourth Brother.
Ren Huang walked in, first scrutinizing him from head to toe like a lecherous thief for a long time, then glancing at the jade bowl on the bedside table, and sneered: "Oh my, the Yang family army personally feeding you porridge, what an honor! Pang Si, you really have some skills, managing to get the Yang family's female generals on your side with a little trick. I'm impressed."
Look, look, what shamelessness, what despicable, even saying things like "getting on their side," this emperor of the Song Dynasty is too... Sigh, never mind, we are Song people, it's not acceptable to curse the emperor.
Fourth Brother used silence to accuse the unscrupulous emperor of being jealous of him—nonsense, if it weren't for jealousy, why would a dignified emperor keep bringing up these things?
"What, not going to talk about it now? Your trick has been exposed, you have nothing to say." Emperor Renzong was still smug, and seeing that his fourth brother didn't respond, he became even more excited.
Respond? What
a load of rubbish! His fourth brother still had two holes in his chest; it hurt! Talking to a beautiful woman meant enduring the pain, so why bother with the provocation of this unscrupulous emperor? That would only invite more suffering. Emperor Renzong went on and on, thinking he finally had a chance to embarrass him, but to his dismay, he received no response—well, there was a "response," though; his fourth brother lay there, staring at him like he was an idiot. In short, Emperor Renzong, dissatisfied with both the "process" and the "result," got up, walked to the bedside, and coldly glanced down at him: "I'm asking you a question, and this is how you answer?"
"In what capacity does Your Majesty visit me?" his fourth brother finally blurted out. He was still lying down.
Emperor Renzong snorted: "Does any capacity make a difference?"
"Of course it does." Pang Yu rolled his eyes.
"What difference?" "
If it's my buddy Ren Huang from the Princess's residence who's coming to see me, then I can't accept this. We're friends, we're buddies. Have you forgotten we're practically brothers? My brother has 'conquered' another one today. You should be congratulating him. How can you be so sarcastic? If it's the Emperor coming to see me, then I absolutely cannot say that. You have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. You have so many women you can't even count them all. How can you be jealous of a mere servant? Oh, right. If you really are coming as the Emperor, I'd better get up right now and respectfully say, 'Your Majesty, please forgive me for being seriously injured and unable to get out of bed to pay my respects. Please forgive me.'" Fourth Brother shouted loudly, but he remained sprawled out, his eyes constantly glancing at Emperor Renzong. His expression was extremely provocative.
Emperor Renzong, however, wasn't annoyed. He stroked his two sleazy mustaches, shrugged, and smiled.
"Neither."
"Then what is it?" "
I'm here to see you as your brother-in-law, is that alright?"
...
Pang Yu's grinning face froze instantly, even his hand, which was touching his nose, stopped there—that's what you call petrification.
After a half-second of stunned silence, he clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain: "Ouch, it hurts so much, my chest hurts so much, ahhhhh, I can't take it anymore..."
"Screaming won't help. I'm not Yang Paifeng. Even if you died in pain right in front of me, I wouldn't even flinch." "
Ahhhhhh, I can't take it anymore...Your Majesty, I only became like this because of the mission you entrusted to me...ahhhhhh—"
Fourth Brother screamed miserably, but Emperor Renzong just chuckled, showing absolutely no sympathy.
"Your Majesty, that's not fair.
" Fourth Brother immediately stopped screaming, lowered his hand to rest his head, and glanced at Ren Huang with a look of utter contempt.
"You're the one who's not fair!" "Emperor Renzong angrily retorted, "How dare you! You call yourself Pang Si, a servant of the Grand Tutor's household, and you've kept this from me for so long! If Grand Tutor Pang hadn't personally come to the palace to beg me to allow you to be treated by Imperial Physician Wen, I wouldn't have known that this arrogant, vulgar, lewd, shameless, lustful, and treacherous servant who dares to be so presumptuous before me is actually my beloved concubine's younger brother, my brother-in-law!" (
Vulgar, lewd, shameless, lustful, lustful—that's describing you, isn't it...)
"Yes, I am lustful," Pang Yu readily admitted, then still looked at her with disdain. "But even if I'm lustful, I won't sleep with someone. He's bad at poetry and literature, so he climbs over walls to see Nangong Qinyi, and I caught him red-handed..."
"How dare you!" "Emperor Renzong was furious," he slammed his fist on the table. "I went to the Green Jade Pavilion to observe the people's conditions. Nangong Qinyi has no shortage of high-ranking officials, nobles, and imperial relatives pursuing her. If I had entered through the main gate and been recognized, wouldn't things have been chaotic? I thought it over carefully before deciding to climb over the wall!"
Look at that, look at that! Climbing over the wall to see a girl and using such an excuse? My brother-in-law, the emperor, is truly shameless to an extreme.
Fourth Brother thought to himself, almost giving him the middle finger.
"Do you know that deceiving the emperor is a capital offense!" Emperor Renzong threatened him.
"Your Majesty—no, brother-in-law, didn't you also disguise yourself as Ren Huang and deceive me for so long? We're even, hehehehe—" Fourth Brother chuckled sheepishly as he sat up, scratching his head sheepishly.
He admitted his mistake, right? He's an honest man, he doesn't renege on his promises.
"Hmph, for the sake of my beloved concubine, and for the serious injuries you sustained for the Song Dynasty, I'll spare you this time, but!" "The Emperor, brother-in-law, leaned down and whispered a warning in his fourth brother's ear, 'If you dare to leak the matter of Green Jade Pavilion, I can't guarantee that one day there will be another unidentified male corpse in the Bian River.'
'Don't worry, brother-in-law!' Pang Yu pounded his chest loudly. 'I will definitely keep it from my sister. I won't tell her that you secretly went to Green Jade Pavilion to see Lady Nangong, and I will definitely keep it from the princess. I won't let her pester you to take her up the wall.'" "
Dare to threaten me? I'll threaten you back, hehe. If you piss me off, I'll incite the little princess to turn your harem upside down and see who's afraid of whom!"
Emperor Renzong could easily understand his meaning. He had clearly committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, yet he dared to show off in front of the emperor. Just looking at him made him furious. Before he could do anything, Pang Yu shamelessly smiled and said, "Your Majesty, brother-in-law, you see, I was seriously injured and almost lost my life while suppressing the bandits. Shouldn't the court give me some reward?" "Look at this, from a public perspective, I've shed blood and toiled for the Song Dynasty, risking my life without hesitation, even unto death. From a private perspective, I'm Your Majesty's brother-in-law; it's only
fair that I keep this wealth within the family. Your Majesty, perhaps you could give me a little something…" Emperor Renzong sneered, "Don't think I don't know. You've been colluding with the rebels for a long time, working together in cahoots. This is just a ruse to delay my order to have you suppress the rebels, and incidentally, to trick Yang Paifeng into your hands—humph, your plan is quite clever, but you can fool others, but not me."
"Injustice! Injustice, Your Majesty!" Fourth Brother paused for a moment, then immediately cried out in injustice, “Your Majesty, I swear on my life that if I had ordered those rebels who attacked me at Qilipo and shot me with two arrows, Your Majesty, I would go to the Dali Temple to confess without Your Majesty even needing to say a word. Whether I am beheaded or slowly sliced to death, I will die without regret. Even in the eighteenth level of hell, I will not speak ill of you!”
The Emperor's brother-in-law suddenly laughed, a strange laugh: "Yes, yes, the rebels lying in ambush at Qilipo certainly didn't see eye to eye with you. They went there to kill you, not to avenge General Yang. You weren't protecting General Yang at all; you staged a whole play yourself."
"A play? What play?" Fourth Brother's eyes widened, completely bewildered by the Emperor's brother-in-law's meaning.
Emperor Renzong stroked his mustache with an extremely lewd air, coldly snorting, "I know you're not stupid. Seeing how well I know about the situation at Qixiufang, you must have guessed that there's a traitor within 'Konghuan,' and the reason this person betrayed the organization and joined the court is because you had an affair with the young master Zou Xiyun, whom he admires. He hates you, hates that a mere servant like you stole the pure and innocent fairy in his heart, so he..."
Emperor Renzong deliberately dragged out his words, but Fourth Brother's eyes already showed undisguised astonishment.
"It's strange, how do I know all this?" Emperor Renzong laughed, his lewdness as ever.
"Hmm."
"Because when 'that person' negotiated with Ye Gucheng, he said he didn't want any wealth, fame, or official rank; he only wanted to elope with the young master of 'Konghuan'." Emperor Renzong stared intently at him, a sharp glint in his eyes. "But it's a pity he doesn't have the chance. You deliberately arranged to meet Miss Yang at Qilipo to lure 'that person' to kill you.
You calculated that once Miss Yang arrived, General Paifeng, worried about her safety, would also come. Once General Paifeng arrived, he certainly wouldn't sit idly by and watch Miss Yang kill you. And even if the rebels launched an attack... Now you are the only hope for Tianbo Mansion to rescue Bao Zheng from prison, and General Paifeng will protect you no matter what. As for 'that person' who secretly mobilized 'Konghuan's' forces, his identity must have been exposed. Even if he returns alive, he will not escape death. You killed two birds with one stone; you played it brilliantly."
"No, no, no—" Fourth Brother hurriedly waved his hand, and Pang Yu gave him a thumbs up. "No matter how 'wise' I am, I can't compare to Your Majesty's wisdom. You guessed everything without even leaving the palace. Your Majesty is truly brilliant."
For the sake of his brother-in-law, Fourth Brother rarely flattered him, but Emperor Renzong's expression did not improve. Instead, he sneered, "No, I am not wise. What I didn't expect was that you didn't kill two birds with one stone, but rather killed three birds with one stone—no, killed four birds with one stone. By using the incident of being attacked and injured, you not only eliminated the traitor who was colluding with the court for 'Konghuan' and gained a reputation for loyalty to the country, but you could also legitimately delay the deadline I asked you to eliminate 'Konghuan', and incidentally take Yang Paifeng into custody."

Chapter 282 The Emperor's Brother-in-Law's Ultimatum Kills

Four Birds with One Stone. Fourth Brother's carefully planned operation was unfortunately thwarted by the Emperor. Anyone else would have panicked at this point, kneeling and begging for mercy, but Fourth Brother's reaction was unexpectedly calm. He suddenly grabbed Emperor Renzong's hand: "Your Majesty, brother-in-law, you are truly my confidant, my confidant! Only you in the world can understand my profound plans, only you understand my painstaking efforts!"
Emperor Renzong shook him off and sneered: "To remain so calm even after I've exposed you, you are unique in the world. Well done, it seems the entire court underestimated you before. Those ministers who submitted memorials impeaching Marquis Anle for indulging in pleasure and wasting his salary were all blind."
"Your Majesty, you are so wise!" The fourth brother shamelessly moved closer again, grabbing Emperor Renzong's hand and shaking it frantically. "I did this entirely to gain the trust of the rebels, and then at the right time, at the right opportunity, to wipe them all out. Your Majesty, don't look at me with such suspicion. You know my identity, you must know that I could never really collude with the rebels... Brother-in-law, do you think I'm just being a fool, giving up the position of Grand Tutor's son, the Emperor's brother-in-law, and a Marquis, abandoning a lifetime of wealth and honor to rebel against you and my future nephew? Is that it?"
"You are just being a fool." Emperor Renzong looked at him as if he were a dead man. Giving up the position of Grand Tutor's son, the Emperor's brother-in-law, and a Marquis, choosing to be a lowly servant? Humph, I will definitely punish you."
"Your Majesty, you said you wouldn't hold my crime of deceiving the Emperor accountable!" the fourth brother shouted.
"You have committed far more than just the crime of deceiving the Emperor." Emperor Renzong stroked his mustache with a sly grin, "Just for the crime of framing the Prince of Beihai out of personal revenge, even a death by a thousand cuts wouldn't be too much for you."
With the Emperor in his grasp, Fourth Brother remained unperturbed, leaning casually against the headboard, and laughed, "That's right, framing a prince is a capital offense, I admit it! But it seems… Your Majesty, you've always been very dissatisfied with Zhao Yunbi's actions, especially his ambition to build the Prince's faction to gain favor with the imperial family and seize power. I schemed to send him to prison and to destroy the Prince's faction, all to relieve your worries and to contribute to my future nephew's dynasty. Instead of rewarding me, Your Majesty threatened and intimidated me. Your Majesty, forgive me for saying this: you are too unkind." Emperor
Renzong
, having experienced his sharp tongue before, stroked his mustache and smiled, showing no anger whatsoever: "Hmm, you're right. I do intend to use this opportunity to eliminate the Prince's faction. These greenhorns should just enjoy the wealth left to them by their ancestors. Want to seize power? Hmph, even if I have to use you and owe you a favor, I won't let them succeed."
"So!" Pang Yu quickly interjected as always. "I'm serving you, my brother-in-law, the Emperor. I'm being loyal to our Great Song Dynasty. Not only am I innocent, but I've also rendered meritorious service!" Emperor Renzong
felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Indeed, when your brother-in-law, once universally considered a good-for-nothing, a scoundrel, the most dissolute playboy in the land, suddenly becomes eloquent and sharp-tongued, able to refute even the most obscure truths and leave his brother-in-law speechless… you'd have the same expression. An
emperor is an emperor. After a moment of amusement and exasperation, his eyes suddenly narrowed: “You’re right. I won’t pursue the charge of framing the Prince. But you clearly promised me you’d marry me and become my son-in-law. I also promised you I wouldn’t interfere in your affairs with your women… Do you know why I came today?”
He suddenly changed the subject. Fourth Brother paused, shaking his head to indicate he didn’t know.
“Because Physician Wen told me you would definitely wake up today.”
“And then you hid outside and peeked?”
“What do you mean by 'peeked'? I didn’t want to disturb your 'seduction' of General Yang.” Emperor Renzong raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming even more lewd. "Hehehe, Marquis Anle and Yang Paifeng, this pairing is interesting, very interesting indeed. I want to see how General Yang reacts when she finds out that the man who moved her heart, who touched her soul, and whom she couldn't help but fall for, is none other than the philandering, wicked Marquis Anle."
"It's alright, as long as Your Majesty doesn't say a word, I'm confident that before... hehe, that... before, I can conceal my identity flawlessly. After that, well, she'll follow me wherever I go. The deed is done, why should I be afraid she'll go back on her word?" Fourth Brother casually tossed his head, his smile smug. Then, suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he froze, stammering stiffly, "Wait a minute, Your Majesty, you... you're not trying to investigate the matter of how I clearly agreed to marry the princess, and then went to seduce—no, to move—and then accidentally moved Sister Paifeng... right?" "
Yes, you're right." Emperor Renzong nodded with a smile.
Fourth Brother almost froze on the spot again, barely suppressing the urge to give his brother-in-law the middle finger, and began to ramble on: "Your Majesty, you must know that 'love' is sometimes uncontrollable. As the saying goes, 'Feelings should be restrained by propriety, for love leads to
abandonment'... The first half is from the Analects, but the second half is something our Great Song Dynasty added ourselves. Are we preparing to find a legitimate reason for all the amorous men in the world to be in front of the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty? This time, our Grand Tutor's Mansion has a whole bottle of Life-Extending Pills. Pour out three pills, and I guarantee you'll be alive to see your brother-in-law again."
...Emperor Renzong listened quietly to him finish, stroking his mustache as always, and smiled again.
Fourth Brother felt a little uneasy. His intuition told him that his brother-in-law, the Emperor, was up to some trick again with that smile.
"Marquis Anle, listen to my decree!" Sure enough, the moment the thought crossed his mind, his brother-in-law, the Emperor, stood up, his sleeves fluttering horizontally, looking down at him with an air of imperial authority.
"Your humble servant is here."
"Considering the time you need to recover from your injuries, I'll give you another half a month. Half a month to thoroughly purge 'Void Illusion' from within my ranks, or I'll have Grand Commandant Gao mobilize a large army and level the entire Seven Show Pavilion." His brother-in-law stared straight at him, his expression unmistakable: Yes, I'm threatening you!
"Afterwards, in terms of punishing the remnants of the traitors and purging their remaining followers, even if you're my brother-in-law, I'll still take your life!"
"Huh!? Your Majesty, brother-in-law, this isn't fair! You, you, you, you... you're so unfair!"
Emperor Renzong got up and left, ignoring Fourth Brother's wailing behind him.
Fourth
Brother is awake! The severely injured Fourth Brother is awake! This is exhilarating news for the entire Grand Tutor's mansion!
The valiant Fourth Brother, the imposing Fourth Brother, the kind and gentle Fourth Brother, the considerate Fourth Brother—he didn't fear the clutches of the Black and White Impermanence, and after driving the underworld's ghosts back to the netherworld, he's risen again!
The Pang Corporation's weekly product brochure exclusively for members, along with the fact that Fourth Brother has become the executive vice president of the Great Song Dynasty Weekly, immediately published this exciting news, completely shattering the unrealistic rumors spread by certain malicious "parties" and individuals in the streets and alleys, such as "Pang Si is dead," "The Crown Prince's party is finished," and "The Great Song Dynasty Weekly is going on indefinite hiatus."
Damn it, their propaganda offensive! You, Zhao Yunbi, can learn from me for another twenty years before you try to fight Fourth Brother!
The moment Fourth Brother awoke, the entire Grand Tutor's mansion rejoiced. The hundreds of thousands of readers of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly* cheered. The first batch of over five hundred members of the Pang family enterprise were overjoyed, some even holding celebratory banquets at home. It wasn't about the membership fees; what were a few thousand or tens of thousands of strings of cash to these wives of ministers and nobles? The key was that if Fourth Brother had truly died, they would never again enjoy the Pang family perfume that the Emperor praised and the Imperial Concubine loved, as well as the skin cream, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, foundation, eyeshadow, and other products described in the membership manual—products that made their hearts flutter just by looking at the pictures and descriptions.
In short, the news of Fourth Brother's miraculous recovery and awakening caused a sensation throughout the capital. The people, previously gripped by fear and panic from the renewed rebellion, were overjoyed to hear that their loyal and devoted Lord Tian Ding had survived thanks to his patriotic fervor and had recovered rapidly, even able to stand again. They were all greatly encouraged and jubilant! Fourth
Brother had become a symbol of peace and stability for the people, for he was the only one fighting the enigmatic Southern Tang rebels, the only one risking his life for the common people!
Meanwhile, what was Fourth Brother, who had gradually become a national idol, doing?
He was in his room at Chunmanyuan, slamming his fist on the table and cursing! (

Chapter 283: Teasing the Imperial Physician

, You didn't read it wrong, Fourth Brother is cursing. // Half a month! Half a month! Half a month to deal with Xiao
Yunyun's "Void Illusion"? Emperor brother-in -law , you might as well just kill me! Aa ... They shamelessly begged him for an extension, so he absolutely had to eliminate "Konghuan," this major threat to the court, within half a month. Time was of the essence, and the first thing Fourth Brother needed to do was—recover from his injuries. You had two holes pierced in your chest and underwent open-chest surgery; instead of resting at home, you were out wandering the streets—what difference was there between that and courting death? Fourth Brother quietly recuperated at home, never leaving the "garden," cared for only by Xiuxiang, and refusing to see any outsiders. Don't think that just because Fourth Brother was a servant, no one came to visit him—even the Emperor came. In fact, on the very day the news of Fourth Brother's awakening spread, the gates of the Grand Tutor's mansion were almost bursting at the seams with people rushing to see him. The brothers of the Crown Prince's faction wanted to see their leader, right? The managers and owners of the six properties they had taken over from the Prince's faction also had to pay their respects to their new owners, right? And then there was the editorial representative from the Great Song Dynasty Weekly, the head of the Pang family business, and Fourth Brother's close friend Ouyang Xiu…they all had to come see him! "Fourth Brother is recovering from a serious injury and needs rest. The imperial physician has ordered that he cannot receive guests." This was the reply given to everyone who tried to enter. Pang Yu was determined to recover quickly and refused to see anyone, no matter who was outside. This gave Pang Yu some peace and quiet, allowing him to rightfully live a life of luxury where everything was done for him. Those who came to visit, unable to get inside, could only gather at the gate every day, their numbers growing until they almost blocked the gates of the Grand Tutor's mansion—such a scene for a mere servant was quite a spectacle in the Song Dynasty. Completely oblivious to the outside world, his mind was solely focused on recovering. Fourth Brother wanted to continue like this. But there was one person he absolutely had to see: a woman. "Take it off. Quickly, take it off. Take all your clothes off." Such a voice came from Fourth Brother's room, or rather, an urgent urging. "Really...really do I have to take it off?" a trembling voice asked. "Take it off if you don't want to die." "But..." "I'll only count to three, one, two, three." "Fine, fine. I'll take it off, I'll take it off, okay? Really." Fourth Brother pouted aggrievedly and reluctantly began to undo his belt. Damn it, this is so incredibly humiliating! As the number one gentleman of the Song Dynasty, I have never forced any girl to take off her clothes, but now, in the Grand Tutor's mansion, in Chunman Garden, on my own turf, I'm being pointed at and forced by a beautiful, aloof woman with a face as white as jade to take off my clothes in front of her! "Hurry up and undress. I need to return to the palace to examine the Empress Dowager after the acupuncture," the girl in yellow opposite her urged coldly. If you are well-versed in poetry and literature, if you have a talent for writing, upon entering and seeing this graceful and elegant young woman sitting there, you would immediately think of Cui Hu's line, "Her face and the peach blossoms reflect each other's redness," and Song Yu's description, "Adding an inch would be too long, subtracting an inch would be too short. Applying powder would make her too white, applying rouge would make her too red. Her eyebrows are like jade, her skin like snow, her waist like a bound silk ribbon, her teeth like pearls..." But in the eyes of Pang Yu, who had seen countless beauties, she seemed like a fairy living in seclusion on the top of Tianshan Mountain, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world. That pristine beauty, seemingly belonging only to the celestial moon palace, was etched deeply into his heart the moment he first saw her, unforgettable for this lifetime. Such an icy beauty, in his fourth brother's room, beside his bed, was actually asking him to undress… well, any man would naturally have impure thoughts, right? However, as an outstanding transmigrated youth, the most upright gentleman of the Song Dynasty, the fourth brother didn't have any impure thoughts. He knew perfectly well that the reason Physician Wen asked him to undress was to perform acupuncture on his injuries! The fourth brother reluctantly stripped naked, his masculine upper body completely exposed before Wen Han.

Yu Han treated him purely as a patient. Facing her fourth brother's strong, muscular chest, powerful arms, and that sunny, handsome face that subtly revealed melancholy and depth, she didn't blush at all. Calmly, with her snow-white, slender hands, she opened the needle pouch, picked up the specially made silver needles with their fine, silk-like tips, and inserted them one by one into various acupoints on her fourth brother's naked upper body.
Her fingers were long and delicate, truly like they were carved from white jade. From time to time, she would twist the needle ends with her thumb and forefinger, gently rotating and lifting them, her posture extremely elegant and graceful. Inadvertently, her sleeve slipped down, revealing a long, smooth, slender neck
as thin as a crane's neck, and her delicate, white little finger naturally curled up, like a finely carved jade dragonfly.
Watching her intently administer acupuncture, Fourth Brother couldn't help but recall that night when she dragged him from the brothel back to the manor to treat his amnesia. Then, as she was applying the acupuncture, the beautiful healer made a mistake, turning the usually upright Fourth Brother into a beast… That night, Fourth Brother felt truly guilty. With his usual chivalrous nature, he should have gently caressed and comforted her on her first time, sharing the joys of love with her, giving her a happy, fulfilling, and unforgettable first night. But… alas, he now truly wanted to hold her hand… He said to her with deep affection, "Yuhan, I'm sorry, you suffered that night!" But the problem was, from the moment the imperial physician Wen entered the room, her expression was as cold as ice. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion as she looked at him, as still as water. She didn't mention a word about that night, as if they had just met that day. Even when he wanted to thank Wen Yuhan for using her superb medical skills to pull him back from the brink of death and save his life, this calm, composed, elegant, and aloof female imperial physician only replied coldly,
"Saving you was by imperial decree. You should thank the Emperor."
See, she's so cold; she must still be angry with Fourth Brother.
Fourth Brother was a gentleman, and easily embarrassed. Since the girl didn't say anything, he was naturally too embarrassed to bring it up again.
However, as a man, a real man, sitting there being pricked by a woman was a very boring thing. If he was bored, he had to find a topic to talk about.
"Wen mm—no, Doctor Wen, I've heard that acupuncture can promote the flow of qi and blood, stimulate acupoints, regulate the meridians, and support the body's vital energy. It has tons of benefits, right?"
Yu Han was focused on administering the acupuncture, ignoring him. Fourth Brother, with a fawning face, asked three times before finally receiving a cold "Mmm."
"Then will you teach me? I want to learn!"
The words had barely left her lips when Wen Yu Han's slender hand, which was administering the acupuncture, suddenly froze in mid-air.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… time seemed to stand still, only Fourth Brother's dry laughter echoing in the room.
At this moment, a faint, sweet fragrance slowly drifted into her nostrils. It wasn't the sandalwood burning in the room, nor the scent of cosmetics; it seemed to be the warm fragrance emanating from Wen Han's body, or perhaps a subtle, fleshy scent emanating from her fair, snow-white skin. It was as delicate as an orchid, as light as a lotus stamen, penetrating Pang Yu's heart and lungs.
Pang Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His gaze was fixed on Wen Han's cool and beautiful face so close to his. He saw her raise her slender hand, her jade-like fingers brushing aside a stray strand of hair by her temple. The movement was both serene and elegant, yet subtly revealed a graceful and refined beauty, stirring up a nameless reverie in his heart.
His gaze naturally moved downwards, landing on Wen Yu Han's firm breasts. Her full breasts traced exciting arcs with her breath. Any man at this moment would think of wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his embrace, feeling the warmth and softness of this celestial being, and then reaching inside her clothes to give her a good squeeze. The sensation must be indescribably wonderful.
Wen Yu Han completely ignored Pang Yu's lecherous gaze and said calmly, "The fourteen meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, the fifteen collaterals, the twelve divergent meridians, the twelve muscle meridians, the twelve cutaneous regions, as well as the superficial and lateral collaterals—how much do you know about them?"
His fourth brother was completely ignorant.
“You only learn what you don’t understand, right? Once you understand everything, you won’t need to bother Physician Wen anymore, right?” He shamelessly moved closer and grabbed Wen Han’s small hand.
Yu Han didn’t dodge him; she flipped her slender hand, revealing the needle tip pointing upwards.
Fourth Brother quickly pulled back, afraid of being crushed again.
“Hehe, Physician Wen, please teach me. That way, you won’t have to come to the Grand Tutor’s mansion every day to treat my injuries. I feel bad for constantly troubling you.”
Yu Han raised her bright, clear eyes and coldly swept them across his face: “If I had taught you, your injuries would have been healed long ago.” Before Pang Yu could utter a word, she pierced the Tianmen acupoint in the center of his forehead with a needle.
“Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—” Fourth Brother could only cry out. He had prepared a bellyful of sweet words, just waiting for Wen Yu Han to respond, confident that he could win her over. Who knew that the Physician seemed to be standing in front of an ice wall, leaving him no way in.
He had so much to say, but couldn't utter a single word. Wen Yuhan struck again, this time on the philtrum, the area below the nose and above the lips, rendering him unable to utter a single word.
"Lord Tian Ding, no, I should call you Marquis Anle, the Emperor has sent me with a message for you." Looking at her fourth brother's chest and face, which were covered in needle marks, Wen Yuhan's usually cold face revealed a rare, faint smile. Though the smile was faint, it stirred something deep within her fourth brother. What she said next didn't just stir his emotions; it was like an earthquake.
"There are still ten days left until the half-month deadline you agreed to. If the Emperor doesn't see results within ten days, I won't need to treat your injuries, because you will be taken to the execution ground (to be beheaded and displayed to the public) at noon the next day.

Chapter 284 The Men of the Seven Shows Pavilion

The summer of the month is very hot, the heat is unbearable. // At noon, the streets of the capital are sparsely populated, with hardly any pedestrians to be seen. The wealthy and powerful mostly choose to escape the heat in their own residences, with seven or eight maids fanning them while they drink chilled plum juice. Even the common people and merchants are unwilling to come out, as staying at home to cool off is better than being exposed to the sun. In
such an environment, in such weather, the heat of the capital is unprecedented in ten years. Even the most prosperous streets of the capital are deserted at this time. On the vast imperial road, only one carriage is running.
The carriage of the Grand Tutor's mansion.
Sitting in the carriage is Fourth Brother.
Look, this is the most loyal and iron-blooded young man of the Song Dynasty, for the stability of the country, to complete the task assigned by the Emperor." Braving the scorching heat, in this sweltering weather where even dogs wouldn't leave their kennels, and dragging his still-healing wounded body, he tirelessly toiled for the Song Dynasty!
Brother-in-law Emperor, you're so damn unfair!!!
If it weren't for the heat—the blast of hot air from outside could knock someone unconscious if you lifted the curtain—I'd practically jump out and yell at you—what do you mean "you agreed"? You forced me to agree to this half-month deadline, okay? And you even sent the imperial physician to urge me on! Isn't that making things difficult?! Normally, these kinds of things are... Between relatives, things can be discussed. Give me half a month of "incentive," and I'll be fine. Why make such a big deal out of it? Are you really taking it so seriously? You're trying to drive your brother-in-law to his death! So cruel, so vicious! You can't win
an argument, so you're taking revenge! Fine, fine, half a month, huh? Okay, I'll go, dragging this wounded and ailing body with two holes in my chest, to serve my brother-in-law's Great Song Dynasty!
Fourth Brother cursed his lecherous emperor brother-in-law a thousand times over in his heart.
"Fourth Brother. We've arrived." A short while later, the carriage stopped. Long Wu's voice came from the front.
"Long Wu, thank you for your hard work. Driving for me in this sweltering heat." Fourth Brother got down, patted his shoulder, and sighed. "Alas. There's nothing I can do. Those people who come to visit are always guarding outside the gate. They've even blocked the back door." Only when it's so hot it's scorching hot do people go home... Hmm?"
Fourth Brother was sweating profusely in the car. Long Wu only had a small wet patch on his vest.
Long Wu respectfully replied, "I have practiced martial arts for many years. My internal energy has reached a certain level. Although I cannot say I am completely immune to heat and cold, I am at least not as sensitive to cold and heat as ordinary people."
"Is that so? That's great!" Fourth Brother was immediately tempted to learn martial arts as well. Then he turned to the side. The feeling of wanting to learn martial arts became even stronger.
He turned to face the gate of Qi Xiu Fang. In this weather, at this time, Qi Xiu Fang was not crowded with customers. The entrance was eerily quiet. Yet, even the maids serving tea and water inside were assassins from "Kong Huan." They were all trained in martial arts, and everyone was sharp-eyed and alert. As soon as the carriage stopped, they noticed and came out to greet them.
"Welcoming" was of course the norm. Seven Show Pavilion was an open business, meant to make guests feel at home; there was no reason for any neglect. But the moment they saw that the "guest" was Pang Si, from the dancers and maids to the waiters serving tea and dried fruit, not a single one gave him a friendly look. Everyone's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Murderous intent, the kind that wanted to tear him apart and hack him to pieces! Fourth Brother truly wished he knew martial arts, like the legendary thief Chu Liuxiang, and could walk in with effortless grace, his gentle gaze sweeping over them, instantly silencing all the murderous intent with a chorus of "Wow—!" and "So handsome!" Unfortunately,
Fourth Brother knew no martial arts, or rather, knew absolutely nothing about them. Therefore, he couldn't possibly venture alone into the lion's den to "single-handedly" take on a group of beautiful young women who seemed determined to kill him and feed his corpse to the dogs.
But that didn't stop him from trying to be as dashing as Chu Liuxiang.
"Oh, everyone, long time no see, I'm back again." Fourth Brother paused for a second, then laughed and walked in. Long Wu followed half a step behind, carrying the snake blade on his back, guarding him closely.
As Fourth Brother entered the hall, his murderous aura vanished instantly. Not to mention that these people wouldn't dare to kill Lord Tian Ding in the open-air Seven Show Pavilion, who had become a "national idol" due to his many sensational acts of loyalty to the country, with Long Wu as his personal bodyguard, who could possibly touch a hair on Fourth Brother's head?
"Oh my, it's Lord Tian Ding! Lord Tian Ding's presence is an honor to our humble establishment. We are most honored to welcome you, most honored to welcome you!" A familiar, obsequious male voice rang out as Manager Lin Xiaojing greeted him with a beaming smile, bowing and scraping, his hospitality incredibly enthusiastic.
"Rong'er, quickly make tea for Lord Tianding. He loves pre-rain Longjing tea. Baobao, Qiaoqiao, help Lord Tianding to his seat—hurry up, everyone get moving and greet the guest!" After shouting a long rant, she turned around and bowed obsequiously, "It was hot at noon, everyone was tired. Please forgive me if I haven't been very attentive, Lord Tianding."
Don't be fooled by her smiling face like a Maitreya Buddha. She is actually one of the top experts in "Konghuan," ruthless and merciless, and one of Zou Xiyun's most trusted confidants.
"Oh dear, we're all regulars, don't be so formal." Fourth Brother chuckled and pulled him close. "How's Xi Yun been these past few days?"
"Not good." Lin Xiaojing's smile vanished instantly. "
We heard you were shot through the chest by Jiang Zhengjie's arrow, your life hanging in the balance. For three days straight, you've been secretly crying in your room."
"Jiang Zhengjie? That traitor? How is he now?" "
We captured him as soon as he returned. Miss publicly announced his crimes. Originally, he was to be executed with three cuts and six holes, but..."
"But?"
"But he vehemently denied siding with the court, instead accusing Miss of being bewitched by you, indulging in pleasure, and neglecting the great cause of restoring the kingdom. Miss didn't have any evidence of his betrayal of the organization, and several elders spoke up for him. In the end, they could only temporarily imprison him in the dungeon on charges of 'acting without orders, which led to the court's siege and suppression.'" Lin Xiaojing said in a low voice.
This outcome was unexpected for Fourth Brother, but he was more concerned about something else.
"Why are they all looking at me like that?" he asked in a low voice.
"If I hadn't known beforehand that you and Miss were acting that night..." Lin Xiaojing paused, his previously hunched posture suddenly straightening up, his height no shorter than Fourth Brother's, and his expression very serious, "I would have looked at you like that too, and then, found an opportunity to kill you halfway."
"If I didn't act convincingly, how would that Jiang fellow fall for it?" Pang Yu laughed heartily. At this moment, the beautiful maid brought up the brewed fragrant tea. Fourth Brother, without any airs, before the little girl, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen, could angrily throw the teacup in front of him, he went over and caught it, casually pinching her soft little hand, making the girl both angry and embarrassed. She wanted to hit him, but didn't dare, so she could only cover her red face and run away.
There were no other guests in the hall, so Fourth Brother didn't need to pretend to be a stranger. He picked up his tea and drank it all in one gulp: "Manager Lin, we're all family here, so I won't hide it from you. Take me to see Xi Yun quickly; I have something important to discuss with her."
Lin Xiaojing was unexpectedly taken aback and stared at him in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
"Sir, didn't you just send your brother to see Miss Zou, saying you'd like to speak with her sometime?"
"What!?"
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"I've long heard of Miss Zou's reputation as a courtesan, but in the past, I've had the misfortune of never having met her. Today, I'm fortunate to see her beautiful face; she truly is a rare beauty."
"You flatter me, sir. I, Xi Yun, am unworthy of such praise."
"Not at all, not at all. Miss Zou is not only beautiful and charming, but her demeanor and speech are also gentle, refined, and elegant. To see her is like seeing a celestial flower; it is truly my blessing."
When Pang Yu rushed to the small building where Zou Xi Yun lived, he indeed heard a man's voice coming from inside. At first glance, it even had a hint of a pretentious playboy
's air. Although the voice was fake and didn't sound quite like before, Fourth Brother immediately guessed who this bastard was who had sneaked in under his name to see Zou Xi Yun, and his face instantly darkened.
Lin Xiaojing, observing Pang Yu's ashen face, knew immediately that the person inside was an imposter. He lunged forward to seize the imposter.
Pang Yu grabbed his sleeve, shook his head, and gave him a look, signaling him to leave.
Lin Xiaojing hesitated.
"It's alright, he's my friend. Go ahead," Pang Yu whispered.
Only then did Lin Xiaojing retreat back to the main hall, leaving his fourth brother alone outside. He tiptoed to the window, moistened his finger with saliva, and poked a hole in the window paper.
Peeping—no, I mean, secretly monitoring.
"You...you really sent him?" Zou Xiyun stared at the newcomer, a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Miss Zou, I've already answered this question twice. If you didn't believe I was Pang Si's friend, you shouldn't have let me in in the first place."
Meeting his calm gaze and his relaxed demeanor, Zou Xiyun couldn't find any reason to doubt him. Then, she, who had maintained an elegant and graceful demeanor and displayed the allure of a courtesan since she came out to meet the guest, suddenly seemed like a different person. Her delicate hands nervously pressed against her chest, and she rushed over, asking urgently, "You're his staunch brother, then...then tell me quickly, how is Pang Si now? Is his injury serious? When...when can he get out of bed? When will he recover? He..."
"Miss Zou, you can rest assured. Although Pang Si is seriously injured, he won't die." The man smiled faintly. Seeing Zou Xiyun's tense expression ease slightly, she let out a long sigh of relief. Her smile vanished instantly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. She coldly said, "Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Zou, you really are deeply in love with Pang Si." He slightly shifted his body, revealing a conspicuously lewd mustache on his lips! (

Chapter 285: The Lewd Emperor's Brother-in-Law)

The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, using his brother-in-law's name, went to the rebel's lair, specifically to harass the female leader!
Was this some kind of act or a joke?!
Fourth Brother was going crazy. Seriously, if he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes and ears, he wouldn't have believed such a thing could happen!
Was his brother-in-law, the Emperor, determined to wipe out the rebels, venturing alone into the lion's den to scout the enemy? Or had he lost his mind, having been defeated by his brother-in-law several times, and was now
venting his anger by harassing his brother-in-law's woman? Most likely the latter. // Fourth Brother thought, how could a lewd Emperor brother-in-law do anything but lewd, right? Sure enough, after waiting outside for a while, his guess was immediately proven correct.
Hearing this young man, who called himself "Ren Huang," address Pang Si by his full name and his earlier cold tone, Zou Xiyun felt he wasn't Pang Si's friend. Just as she was about to question him, Ren Huang suddenly laughed: "I've long heard that Miss Zou's secluded residence, 'Tingyu Pavilion,' is named after Lu You's poem, 'Listening to the Rain All Night in a Small Building,' elegant and refined, seemingly otherworldly. Now, seeing it for myself, I realize the rumors circulating in the market are quite inaccurate. This place is clearly a scenic spot comparable to Qiyun Pavilion and Xia Terrace; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it 'a fairyland on earth,' far beyond the reach of mundane words like 'elegant' and 'otherworldly.' To have the honor of meeting you at Tingyu Pavilion is like being a half-day immortal, a visit to the heavens."
Look at that, look at that—such frivolous flattery! Isn't that flirting?
Fourth Brother sensed his brother-in-law's ill intentions. Zou Xiyun, being exceptionally clever, understood his thoughts from his words and the shifting in his gaze, knowing he was definitely harboring some wicked ambition. She had heard such flattery countless times since she was ten, and only Fourth Brother could make her smile; others were useless. She smiled gently and said, "Young Master, please don't praise me so highly. A young lady like me is shy and cannot accept such praise." Her face clearly showed a smiling expression, but her eyes held no trace of a smile.
Even so, she still looked incredibly beautiful, her graceful figure as captivating and alluring as ever, with a cool and aloof air about her. This couldn't diminish her innate, unparalleled beauty. She casually reached out and gently tucked a stray black hair behind her ear… Yes, just that gentle tuck was enough to take the breath away of any man in the world. Such a scene defied description, and it was fortunate that the man opposite her was the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, who possessed three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, and had seen all the beauties in the world. Any other man would have been stunned, his soul swooning, as if bewitched. //
Secretly monitoring and protecting the beauty, Fourth Brother, was also a little flustered by Zou Xiyun's aloof demeanor, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. A certain part of him was particularly aroused, restless.
If Hua Xiangrong was like a charming rose, vibrant and fiery, painting the spring light exceptionally brightly, or a beautiful woman in red dancing in the spring breeze, stirring the heart... He was captivated by her beauty; the fairy-like beauty was like a plum blossom, pure and elegant, with a heart of snow and ice. Each blossom was as white as snow, each stem as delicate as jade. She bloomed in the snow, exuding fragrance in the cold. She captivated even the dignified man. Then, Zou Xi before him was undoubtedly like a pink peach blossom. The buds were just beginning to open, reserved and pure, shy and charming. When she bloomed in full glory, she was as radiant as the sunset, as billowing as clouds. Such a beautiful and graceful woman was a peerless beauty. Any man would surely have the thought of getting his hands on her and kissing her. "
Brother-in-law, are you up to no good? Trying to steal your brother-in-law's woman?"
Fourth Brother was increasingly annoyed and almost rushed in to attack.
"Damn it! Is my future sister-in-law someone I can just tease?!"
"I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it." Ren Huang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. He set down his cup and looked up at Zou Xiyun, his gaze intense and piercing, seemingly holding a deeper meaning. "That girl's shamelessness!
She's not your concubine, how can you look at her like that?
" Through the window, Fourth Brother deeply despised his Emperor brother-in-law.
"Please speak freely, Young Master Ren. I'm all ears," Zou Xi smiled faintly. As the saying goes, a loving couple flies together like wings, their hearts in perfect harmony. She and Fourth Brother thought the same thing: this lewd young man had ill intentions, his flattery only intended to "seduce" her.
Ren Huangdi's skin is truly thick, so thick that even Fourth Brother would be ashamed. Even though Zou Xiyun's aloof demeanor clearly conveyed "This courtesan doesn't fancy you," and even though he knew she was in love with his brother-in-law, he still looked her up and down with an appreciative and playful gaze: "Young lady, you are in the prime of your youth, and should be seeking a good match to share the joys of life, living a blissful existence. Why confine yourself to a small place like the Seven Beauties Pavilion, spending your days in self-pity and wasting your youth? Know that time flies, youth fades quickly, and beauty withers in the blink of an eye. Miss Zou, you should think it over."
He's even saying this isn't "seduction"?
Fourth Brother is furious. If it weren't
for his unwavering loyalty to the country and his deep love for his beloved, who knows what despicable things this lewd emperor brother-in-law would have done to his "future sister-in-law"!
A tacit understanding ran through her; Zou Xiyun was also secretly annoyed. Ren Huang had come claiming to be Pang Si's close friend, casually revealing some of Pang Si's private affairs. She was eager to know about Pang Si's condition after his injury, so she didn't question him further and allowed Lin Xiaojing to bring him in. Otherwise, what man would casually want to enter the secluded little building? Aside from the Imperial Guards who had repeatedly searched it, only Pang Si had been allowed in before.
As the second man "invited" into Tingyu Pavilion, Ren Huang's "behavior" was truly appalling. After a few words, he first showered her with flattery and praise, then used seemingly eloquent but actually blatantly provocative words to seduce her—the standard tactics of a brothel-goer who solicits entertainers who don't sell their bodies!
Was this guy specifically here to steal her "buddy's" girlfriend? "
No, impossible. 'He' is a gentle, considerate, and loyal man. How could he befriend this kind of guy? This guy named 'Ren Huang' must be an imposter!"
Zou Xiyun's phoenix eyes turned cold, and a murderous glint flashed in her pupils.
Ren Huang, oblivious to the situation, lingered his lewd gaze on Zou Xiyun's icy, beautiful face for a moment, his smile growing increasingly lascivious. Then, mimicking Pang Si's display of wit and cunning when he challenged Nangong Qinyi and the other talented men of the capital in the Green Jade Pavilion, he struck a pose that he thought was cool, but in reality, Pang Si was far cooler than him, and lewdly recited (yes, lewd, you didn't see the vinegar): "Morning dew and ephemeral flowers, so near yet so far, people say the Yellow River has ten bends, but it still flows eastward. Eight thousand years of jade aging, a single night of flourishing and withering, I ask Heaven, what is the point of this life? Where the wind blew last night, who counted the fallen petals? Nine thousand miles of sky, riding the wind and playing with shadows, who is there to share this? The Big Dipper for a thousand autumns, the Jade Palace is cold and bitter, better to be a divine couple, a hundred years in the Jianghu."
In the Song Dynasty, writing poetry to seduce women was fashionable; otherwise, how could Liu Yong, who wrote only erotic poems, have become so famous? Our Emperor Renzong has also learned this trick, and probably entertained Consort Pang quite a bit in the palace.
But Pang Yu knew immediately that this poem was definitely not something his brother-in-law, the emperor, could have written! Could this most lecherous emperor in history possibly possess such literary talent? He must have had it prepared by a ghostwriter beforehand, memorized, and recited. Otherwise, what was the point of the court employing so many court writers? Just to make it easier for the emperor to show off!
Hearing this, Pang Yu increasingly felt that his brother-in-law, the emperor, was lusting after
a beautiful woman and had designs on the female rebel leader. This wasn't inherently wrong; who doesn't like pretty girls, right? And as the female rebel leader, taking her in would conveniently eliminate the rebels as well, bringing peace and prosperity to the land—a duty of the emperor!
—That's what his brother-in-law, the emperor, must have been thinking, but he shouldn't forget the most important point.
The female rebel leader before him was his brother-in-law's woman!
"A divine couple, a hundred years in the martial world... A divine couple, a hundred years in the martial world..." Zou Xiyun seemed to be captivated by the strange phrase he recited, murmuring the last line of Ren Huang's poem several times. Her delicate eyebrows, like distant mountains, revealed a hint of unconcealed sorrow, while a cold light gradually shone in her eyes.
Ren Huang knew she was the young master of "Konghuan," and he also knew she was skilled in martial arts. Moreover, their Emperor, aside from riding horses and shooting arrows—for hunting, not for shooting people. Besides, Emperor Renzong was utterly incompetent, far inferior to his fourth brother's exceptional intelligence and strength. Yet, despite this, he single-handedly harassed the female leader of the rebels in their lair, provoking her murderous intent. He remained calm, stroking his mustache and smiling, "Miss Zou, do you really want to spell things out?" Upon hearing this,
the hall fell silent. Zou Xiyun, furious, remained silent, her cold, beautiful eyes fixed on him. Her delicate hand, concealed by her sleeve, was slightly raised, ready to strike the shameless man before her at any moment. The atmosphere became heavy and oppressive, as if a storm was brewing. (What the hell? Is
he trying to force his sister-in-law into the palace, knowing he's the emperor?)
The fourth brother, equally enraged, began rolling up his sleeves, ready to storm in and beat him up.
Even in this environment, Ren Huang still smiled: "Miss Zou, please don't be angry. What I've said is all for your sake. Your future happiness is in your hands..."
—What a charming emperor! He's willing to risk his life just to flirt with a young lady?
Ren Huang deliberately dragged out his words, and just as Zou Xiyun was about to make her move, he suddenly changed his tone: "Miss, you are exceptionally beautiful and kind-hearted. Your every move and word embodies the spirit of heaven and earth. Even the beauties of the six palaces rarely match you... In this life, you should grow old with Pang Si and become a couple that everyone envies. Only then will you live up to your beauty and grace. Why dream of restoring your kingdom and be so determined to kill the current emperor?"

Chapter 286 A Tear That Captivates the City:

In this life, you should grow old with Pang Si and become a couple that everyone envies. Only then will you live up to your beauty and grace. Why dream of restoring your kingdom and be so determined to kill the current emperor? "
When Ren Huang stared into Zou Xiyun's eyes and uttered these words with a smile, Zou Xiyun, who was almost about to kill him to silence him, froze. Her fourth brother, who was about to rush in and teach his unscrupulous brother-in-law a lesson, was dumbfounded. Neither of them expected that Ren Huang's words would actually persuade her to give up her dream of restoring the kingdom and live a good life with Pang Si.
"Brother-in-law, you are such a good person, a truly good person! I misunderstood you just now, I am guilty, I am ashamed!" Pang Yu was so moved he was almost in tears, and couldn't help but beat his chest in admiration.
The emperor is indeed the emperor; even persuading a female rebel to live peacefully with her brother-in-law can be so lewd and obscene. There is no limit to how despicable
he can be! However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected.
"Swish—" Less than ten seconds after Ren Huang finished speaking, a cold glint flashed, and a short dagger, radiating an icy chill, was pressed against his neck with lightning speed.
"Who...who are you?" "Zou Xi asked coldly, her bright eyes flashing with a sharp glint of cold light, revealing a cunning mind and a chilling calmness.
With a dagger to his neck, a single stroke would be fatal, yet Ren Huang could still laugh, displaying a certain air of the Song Dynasty emperor. He calmly replied, "I'm not lying to you, I really...I really am Pang Si's friend. I used to call him 'brother,' but after that one time, he started calling me that. You can ask him if you don't believe me."
Ren Huang's demeanor was extremely composed; the gleaming dagger pressed against his neck didn't even cause him to flinch. Aside from his fourth brother, this was the first time Zou Xi had ever seen such a calm man. She hesitated for a moment, thinking: Could this person really be 'his' close friend? Otherwise, how would he know about my affair with him, and be so fearless...?
Ren Huang sighed, looking with a hint of regret at the hesitant, aloof beauty before him: "Miss Zou, do you really want to kill the current emperor and restore the Southern Tang?" Zou
Xiyun snapped back to reality. The dagger pressed against his neck again. Her phoenix eyes flashed with deep hatred: "Every one of us in 'Konghuan' harbors a deep-seated hatred for the Song court. We will not rest until the dog emperor is dead."
Ren Huang looked at him calmly and asked, "What if the emperor dies?"
"The dog emperor has no heirs. If he dies, the princes of the Song court will fight endlessly for the throne, and the world will surely be in chaos. We, 'Konghuan,' will seize the opportunity to rise up in Jiangnan. We will surely receive a hundred responses, and the restoration of the Southern Tang will be just around the corner!"
When she said "no heirs," Ren Huang's face twitched strangely, but it was fleeting. He quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "The succession to the Song throne has its own established rules. Even if the current emperor has no sons, he can still pass the throne to Prince Xin, Zhao, according to the 'Golden Box Covenant' (Emperor Renzong has no younger brother. If he were to die suddenly, the throne could only be passed to his elder brother, Zhao). This is the law established by our ancestors. How can there be any talk of fighting for the throne?" "Moreover..."
"Moreover, the Great Song of today is no longer the Great Song of the time when it crossed the Yangtze River to destroy the Tang Dynasty. Western Shu was newly pacified. The turmoil in the eastern and western Sichuan regions was not yet quelled. The Lingnan region, shrouded in miasma, was inhabited by many Baiyue barbarians with rebellious intentions. The Northern Han and Khitan colluded, constantly plotting to attack the Song. If Li Ruo hadn't unjustly killed General Lin Renzhao then, even if the Southern Tang couldn't reclaim the fourteen prefectures north of the Yangtze, it would have been more than capable of defending the river. But today, the world is at peace, the four seas are stable, and our Great Song has a strong army and many famous generals. We have signed the Treaty of Chanyuan with the Liao Dynasty in the north, agreeing not to invade each other. We also have the Yang family army stationed on the border. The Dangxiang in the west have submitted to us. The Goryeo and Fusang in the east pay tribute every year. Not to mention the sparse population of 'Konghuan,' which suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Fengling Pavilion, even if you had the military strength of the Southern Tang and the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, how could you possibly withstand the million-strong army of our Great Song?" "
Fourth Brother guessed what his brother-in-law, the Emperor, was about to say. He was already mentally rehearsing what he was going to say.
Sure enough, that's exactly what Ren Huang said: 'Does the young lady think that by killing the Song Emperor, you can successfully restore your country? Not at all. Today's Song Dynasty is not the same Song Dynasty that crossed the Yangtze River to destroy the Tang Dynasty. Western Shu has just been pacified, and the turmoil in the eastern and western Sichuan regions has not yet subsided…' He was saying exactly what he had in mind—if Fourth Brother knew this, why didn't he say it to persuade Zou Xiyun earlier? The answer is simple: because Fourth Brother knew that saying it like this would be useless. The strong-willed Zou Xiyun would never give up easily, even if rebellion would only lead to death.
'It's all up to people. We haven't even tried yet, how do we know it can't be done?' Zou Xiyun coldly interrupted him.
'What you want to do, you know you can't do it without even trying.'" Ren Huang glanced at the dagger pressed against his neck, his smile widening even more, as if he were absolutely certain Zou Xi wouldn't make that "slash."
Zou Xi genuinely didn't want to kill him now, because she was unwilling to be out-argued with a sleazy man!
"There are only things we dare not do, not things we cannot do. When your Great Song Dynasty's founding emperor was still a lowly officer under Guo Wei, the founding emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty, he harbored ambitions to rebel and seize the throne. However, Guo Wei was a man of great talent and strategy, arguably the most brilliant ruler of the Five Dynasties (Ten Kingdoms). In your words, he would have faced
certain death, yet after more than a decade of forbearance, he ultimately succeeded in usurping the throne and ruling over the vast lands of the Central Plains. Throughout history, those who rebel and seize the throne are far from rare, and how many have been absolutely certain of success before even starting their rebellion!" "
Ren Huang, that man, has a thick skin. He can laugh it off when he's called a 'dog emperor,' but when Zou Xi insults the founding emperor, the Song emperor can't help but be enraged. With a flick of his sleeve, he coldly shouted, 'Hmph, with your Konghuan's small force, rebelling is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating yourselves!' 'So
what if it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?' Zou Xi exploded just the same, her cold voice filled with barely concealed anger, 'For the restoration of our homeland, we, the entire Konghuan, have long been determined to die, vowing to kill the dog emperor and destroy the Song Dynasty!'
The two men's eyes met fiercely, locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to yield. Ren Huang's face lost its lewd expression, replaced by the cold ruthlessness and decisiveness of an emperor. Zou Xi, too, abandoned her usual elegant and reserved demeanor, her cold gaze filled with murderous intent."
Both sides were on the verge of conflict. If Zou Xiyun made a move, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty would be killed on the spot. Since Emperor Renzong dared to come to the assassin's lair alone, he must have made thorough preparations beforehand. Perhaps there was already a large army lying in ambush nearby, just waiting for the Emperor's order, and Qixiufang would immediately become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
This was not just a confrontation between two people, but a crisis for the world. Regardless of who won or lost, a catastrophe was inevitable. It was often at this time that heroes would emerge to save the world.
"Ten miles of calm lake, frost fills the sky; every inch of black hair is tinged with sorrow for fleeting years.
Alone under the moon, I yearn for companionship; I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks." Amidst the leisurely recitation, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "whoosh," and dazzling sunlight streamed in, bathing the ground in a golden glow. The two people facing each other turned their heads simultaneously, their vision blurred for a moment. After a while, they recovered and saw a tall, elegant figure standing beneath the door. The sunlight was too strong to make out his face, but his heroic, robust, and tall physique was deeply imprinted in their eyes, giving them an illusion of a god descending from heaven!
This person was, of course, Pang Yu.
"Oh dear, Brother Ren, you actually came after my joke the other day!" He laughed as he walked over, pretending to be clueless as if he had just arrived. He was about to affectionately put his arm around Ren Huang's shoulder when he inadvertently glanced at Zou Xi and was suddenly startled. "Ah, my wife, what are you doing? How can you point a dagger at Brother Ren? Quick, quick, put it down, put it down—"
Zou Xi remained motionless, the dagger still pressed against Ren Huang's neck, but her eyes were fixed on him, on his sweat-soaked clothes, on the bandages wrapped around his chest, on his pale, cracked lips, and on his anxious, concerned expression. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them.
Pang Yu was also heartbroken. Zou Xiyun, a tender sixteen-year-old girl, should have been enjoying the warmth and happiness of "home" under the care and protection of her parents. Instead, she had been burdened with the immense responsibility of restoring her homeland, forced to shoulder the bloodshed and turmoil that even the most valiant men could not withstand with her young body.
How much injustice had Zou Xiyun endured these past few days? First, her junior brother Jiang Zhengjie betrayed the organization, plunging Kong Huan into an unprecedented crisis. Then, the man she loved sacrificed himself to expose the traitor, suffering severe injuries and his life hanging in the balance, leaving her feeling both guilty and worried. Now, Ren Huang had openly berated her, calling her devoted efforts to restoring the nation "like a mantis trying to stop a chariot," revealing the vast difference in strength between Kong Huan and the Song Dynasty that she had always refused to acknowledge...
Zou Xiyun was, after all, just a young girl, sixteen or seventeen, the age of breaking her hymen (the character "瓜" is used here to refer to a woman's first sexual experience, but not in this context; it's a variant of "瓜," meaning 28, referring to her sixteen years old). How could she withstand such a series of blows? Previously, she had held back, unwilling to reveal the vulnerability hidden behind her strength in front of strangers. But when the man she had always longed for appeared before her unharmed, when he smiled mischievously yet gazed at her with incredibly tender and considerate eyes… Zou Xiyun could no longer suppress the grievances, pain, and bitterness in her heart. Endless sorrow and the joy of reuniting with her lover surged into her heart simultaneously.
With a "clang," the dagger fell to the ground, and her cold body threw herself into Pang Yu's arms, burying her pretty face in his broad, firm chest. Hot tears welled up and streamed down her delicate, fair face!
"The world is fleeting, I only envy the lovebirds, not the immortals. My dear Yun, I'm late, I'm so sorry, I'll never let you suffer again!" Pang Yu hugged her tightly, his voice choked with
emotion. What a touching scene it was! However, Ren Huang, who was watching from the sidelines,
only saw a cold smile.

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