[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 176)

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Chapter 176 The Highest Realm

Wu Yue cried out in protest, "It wasn't that I wanted to get rid of you, it's just that these people seemed unwilling to take you

with them, and I even shouted for a long time!"

Looking down, she saw the pile of wet clothes in her hands that hadn't been wrung out yet, making her soaked and the dripping water soaking

herself as well. Wu Yue quickly moved away, frowning, "Stay away from me! Ever since you stuck to me,

I've been covered in dirt all the time. When we get to my godmother's hometown, I can't embarrass her! By the way, are your clothes still wet

? They're so wet!"

Qing'er said, "Just finished washing them, but I haven't had time to wring them out yet."

Wu Yue wrung out a wet garment and shook it, frowning, "You consider this washed? It was clearly a white garment,

look at what color it is now?"

Qing'er blushed and stammered, "I washed it really hard! It's just that it won't come out."

He shook his head helplessly, moved three feet away, and sighed with exasperation, "Looks like

I'll have , they'll get dirtier! I solemnly declare that until you change your sloppy habits,

you're not allowed to sleep next to me, at least three feet away!"

Qing'er glared at him, "No way, I can't sleep without leaning against me!"

He adopted his master's authority, glaring at

her, "That's an order!" Qing'er glared back defiantly, "No means no!"

He said angrily, "How dare you disobey your master's order?"

Qing'er retorted righteously, "You yourself gave up this right. I consider you my father,

or rather, my godfather. A father shouldn't arbitrarily force his daughter to do things she doesn't want to do."

He was speechless. He had indeed repeatedly said he had given up this right, and now he wanted to take it back. Was it too

late?

He grumbled angrily, "I feed you and clothe you, and you still don't listen to me! I think I'm not

your father, I'm just a sucker!"

She didn't bother with him at all, surprised by his slow reaction. He only realized

he ? Yes, she did miss her father. He was indeed a scholar, his literary talent no less than

some of the so-called masters of calligraphy and painting of the time. Otherwise, how could he have written a masterpiece considered a supreme classic and a rare

treasure ? He just wasn't the kind of bookworm Wu Yue imagined.

However, her father passed away when she was five or six years old. Since then, she had abandoned all illusions. In the following

year or two five human traffickers, driven by the get-rich-quick dreams she wove for them, provided her with good food and drink,

living a life of ease and comfort.

Later, she found these human traffickers despicable and disgusting. Moreover, she knew

the saying, "He who walks by the river will eventually get wet," and given her status in this line of work, being sold into prostitution would be a

laughingstock . Besides, regardless of her willingness, age, or ability, the burden her father had laid down still

fell on her shoulders. She had to support a large group of people; she couldn't just enjoy her own carefree life.

During that time, the business became increasingly difficult, and everyone struggled to make ends meet. She couldn't rely on her father's savings, so she

took matters into her own hands, targeting wealthy families and securing several large deals over two years. However, there's no such thing as a risk-free

business, and she paid a price, some of which were devastating—a hellish ordeal she

couldn't bear to recall ! But the returns were considerable, allowing her to sustain herself.

Then she returned to Liyang, the small town where her father had made his fortune. After licking her wounds at his grave,

she decided to fish for another big fish that would ensure her safety and security. Having swindled for years, her skills were unparalleled.

She knew that the first priority in this line of work was finding the best targets, since not everyone was so easily fooled.

In this world, chivalry was out of the question; survival was paramount. She didn't care whether her victims were kind or not;

wealthy, philanthropic families seemed to be easier targets.

However, her recent disastrous experience had made her extremely wary of any man, and she specifically set a

primary principle: her target had to be a woman. After casting her bait, some men took the bait, but she only managed to scam some food and drink

before giving up. More than a month passed without finding anyone she was satisfied with.

Until that day, she immediately recognized that the passing young lady was wealthy, kind-hearted, lacking in life experience and worldly

wisdom, and seemingly very compassionate. Without even consulting her father's secret manual, she knew that such a combination of

qualities placed her at least in the top three of the manual's target list—definitely the best candidate.

So she eagerly approached her, and as it turned out, her judgment was correct as always. Her ultimate goal was to cultivate this young lady into a completely

obedient follower, worshipping her like a patriarch. He actually went to great lengths to make her believe that human nature is inherently evil—nonsense, she understood

such a simple truth at the age of four ! The only thing that bothered her was that, after years of navigating the world, she herself had been mistaken, failing to realize that "she" was actually a man! 　　This discovery filled her with both regret and panic, not only violating her newly established principles but also severely tarnishing her lofty status in this line of work! She was heartbroken for a long time because of this. Later, seeing that he was indeed a gentleman , she finally felt relieved, but she still felt resentful and wanted to compete with him. 　　What frustrated her even more was that the manual of deception clearly stated that the highest level in this line of work was to deceive people without them even realizing it, so that they would know they had been fooled but would never regret it; the biggest taboo was to be unable to control one's own heart. With all the experience she had accumulated in this line of work, it wasn't until the night she was trapped by the wolves that she realized there was another realm in life besides filling her stomach, and that she was just a small-time swindler, while he was the real master... 　　The dirty child squeezed in again, and Wuyue pushed her away, only to be pushed in again, and so on... After seven or eight rounds of this stalemate, he helplessly gave up resisting, realizing that educating children was not his forte. Perhaps it would be most suitable to leave this matter to Lingti from now on, but he didn't know if she... would be willing? 　　The forest and swamp rushed past, and the tall horses of the burly men snorted merrily, their white breath occasionally brushing against his face. In high spirits, he tried to strike up a conversation with the driver, speaking in a friendly tone, but the man seemed not to understand him, silently riding on, even glancing at him with a blank expression. 　　Feeling bored, Wuyue turned to Qing'er, but the little girl seemed to be in a bad mood and barely paid him any attention.

He had no choice but to shut his mouth, unsure whether they intended to take him directly to his godmother's residence or make

a stopover somewhere else.

They galloped through the desolate mountains and wilderness, a long way before finally spotting a small

wooden hut . The road was narrow and rugged, but the horses seemed accustomed to mountain paths, moving

with effortless ease.

After an unknown amount of time, amidst a vast expanse of swampy land, a gently sloping yet seemingly

endless mountain rose abruptly. Within the boundless, dark forest atop the mountain,

the outline of a small gray castle faintly appeared, resembling Yehebao from afar, only more primitive and rugged.

The burly man driving the carriage stopped, turned around, bound his hands behind his back, and pulled a black cloth over his head

, blindfolding !

He was startled and cried out , "Why are you tying me up? Let me go!"

But then Qing'er screamed, "What are you doing?!"

A pair of small hands reached out to untie him, but a whoosh of wind blew as if someone pounced.

Qing'er cried out "Ah!" and then there was no further movement. He called out to her twice in panic, but there was no response;

she seemed have been knocked unconscious.

He roared furiously, "Bastards! Princess Murong is my godmother! How dare you treat us like this?

When we see my godmother, I'll make you regret it!"

But no matter how much he shouted, no one paid him any attention. The burly man cracked his whip, and he felt

the carriage begin to sway again, clearly continuing its journey. He was surprised, frustrated, and saddened. Hadn't the hunter

explained who he was? Otherwise, with his godmother's prestige among the Jurchens of Liaodong, who would dare to be so disrespectful to him? Oh well,

he'd explain things properly when they reached their destination!

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped again. He was carried for a while, then placed

on a soft surface. The ropes binding his hands and the black cloth covering his head were untied.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry. By the time he could focus and see clearly, the burly man had already closed the door,

followed by a click of the lock, footsteps outside, and the man had already left!

Qing'er wasn't in the room; where had she been taken? These guys were incredibly barbaric. Hopefully, she wouldn't

cause too much trouble like she did in Yehebao, or she'd be in for a world of hurt!

A long time passed without any movement. Hadn't anyone come to question him? A wave of frustration washed over him. He looked

around and saw a wooden cabin. The walls, painted in their natural wood tones, were covered with various furs,

mostly deer and roe deer hides, interspersed with a bear and tiger skin. The wooden tables, chairs, cabinets, and floors were all unpainted, revealing the

raw wood grain. He sat on a low wooden couch, beneath which lay a large, tanned pelt, its color

vibrant and its texture soft. He wondered what kind of animal it was.

He assessed the situation to himself. This cabin seemed comparable to the one in Yehebao,

not to mention that stinking woodshed. The treatment wasn't too bad. Of course,

it was nothing like the VIP treatment, the warm welcome, and the lively welcoming banquet he had imagined!

As dusk approached, around the time it was time to light the lamps, a series of rattling sounds came from the door—

the sound being opened. Then, the door creaked open, and a woman in her early forties entered. She was tall

and robust, her round face showing traces of tears and appearing somewhat

pale

. She placed a ceramic bowl beside her containing a white pork knuckle, seemingly cooked, and on top of it lay a small, horn-shaped curved knife with a leather handle, the blade about four inches long, presumably for cutting meat

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