Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

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"The mighty Yangtze flows eastward, its waves washing away heroes
of the past; right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in the blink of an eye.
The green mountains remain, witnessing countless sunsets. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the riverbank are accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of wine brings joyful encounters; how many events of the past and present are all consigned to laughter and conversation."
— [Ming Dynasty] Yang Shen, "Linjiang Xian,"

Chapter 1, Birthday Celebration .

Just after the start of autumn, three autumn rains fell
in quick , significantly alleviating the oppressive heat of Anqing City.

At the break of dawn, Wei Jinshi, the head steward of Mingjian Manor, rose early, along with a dozen or
so sleepy servants. Under Wei's orders and commands, the entire manor
bustled with activity.

This day was the sixtieth birthday of Jiang Changrong, the master of Mingjian Manor. The manor was adorned with red and green decorations, lanterns and streamers,
creating a festive atmosphere. Before 9 AM, guests began arriving along the mountain path.
Sheng Huafeng them, naturally engaged in warm greetings and pleasantries. Once inside the hall, dedicated servants
would serve tea.

Jiang Changrong had no children of his own and had taken in six disciples throughout his life.

His eldest disciple, Zhou Cheng, graduated ten years ago, had long since settled down and started a family, and was now the head constable of the Anqing Prefecture yamen. His

second disciple, Jiang Zhigui, was naturally optimistic and generous, and unconcerned with trivial matters; he was now a popular镖头 (bodyguard/escort) at the Huwei
镖局 .

His third disciple, Sheng Huafeng, was twenty-four years old this year, with a resolute personality and decisive actions. In addition, his father was
a well-known , and he was always filial, so he was highly regarded by Jiang Changrong

. His fourth disciple, Xia Shenliang, was naturally aloof and taciturn, and although he practiced diligently, he was not favored by Jiang Changrong.

The fifth disciple, Fu Bingyan, is eighteen years old this year and the only female disciple in the manor. With her delicate, oval face and
refined beauty, coupled with her dignified and gentle nature, she is truly a charming young woman loved by all.

The sixth disciple, Fang Xuejian, only turned sixteen last month. He was recommended by Zen Master Huijue of Zhaoming Temple in Tongcheng last year to join
the Famous Sword Manor.

A month ago, Jiang Changrong privately announced that he wanted to use his sixtieth birthday celebration to test
the martial arts skills of his disciples and, incidentally, determine the next manor master. In reality, among the six disciples,
only Sheng Feihua, Xia Shenliang, and Fang Xuejian were qualified to participate in the competition. Fang Xuejian had only been a disciple for a year, his skills were limited, and he had neither the will nor
the ability to compete for the position of manor master. Therefore, the competition became a contest between Sheng Feihua and Xia Shenliang. Given Jiang Changrong
's usual favoritism, everyone knew perfectly well who the future manor master would be.

As noon approached, the large main hall was already packed with over two hundred people. Wei Jinshi was busy greeting the newly arrived guests and seating them.
At the front of the hall, two pairs of thick red candles were lit, and a large character for "longevity" hung in the center of the north wall. Jiang Changrong,
with a smile on his face, sat in the head chair at the head of the table, occasionally nodding to the guests who looked at him. Beside him sat
a beautiful young woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a delicate, fair oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and large
, captivating eyes. Her name was Liu Meiniang, Jiang Changrong's second wife, whom he had married two years prior.

The people offering birthday wishes were mostly rough-and-tumble martial artists, who came forward one by one to wish Jiang Changrong a happy birthday
. However, most of their eyes lingered on the beautiful young woman. Jiang Changrong knew perfectly well that his wife was
indeed too beautiful. If he were twenty years younger, he too would have been unable to resist glancing at her while offering birthday wishes to others.
He maintained his usual smile, remaining impassive.

Suddenly, a burly man, carrying a wine bottle, staggered forward,
his hazy, drunken eyes fixed on Liu Meiniang. The others hurriedly moved aside,
and Liu Meiniang, slightly startled, quickly glanced at Jiang Changrong.

Jiang Changrong recognized the man as Tie Xingyi, the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of the Luzhou Tiger Might Escort Agency, and quickly gave his second disciple, Jiang Zhigui,
a look. Jiang Zhigui understood and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, saying, "Brother Tie, you've had too much to drink. Your seat
is over there; let me help you over."

"Go...go...who said I'm drunk? I'm perfectly sober. I can see clearly that there's
such a beautiful young woman sitting right in front of me, what a pity..." Tie Xingyi shoved Jiang Xizhen aside, took a few steps forward,
stumbled, and fell right in front of the manor lord's wife. Liu Meiniang was startled and hurriedly pulled her feet back,
but the burly man had already grabbed them, rendering her immobile. Tie Xingyi uttered the word "what a pity," and then his wide, reeking of
alcohol , he showered her delicate, bound feet with kisses.

Liu Meiniang was about to cry out in surprise, but the barrage of kisses tickled her, causing her to lean back in the armchair
, giggling sweetly. Her body trembled, revealing an even more alluring and seductive charm. The onlookers, seeing Tie
Xingyi's disgraceful behavior, also burst into laughter. Laughter, undoubtedly the fastest-spreading medium, quickly spread; those behind,
unaware of the amusement, joined in. The combined laughter of over two hundred people
truly shook the house and resounded through the heavens, likely echoing in every corner of Anqing City.

Jiang Zhigui hurriedly tried to lift the burly man from the ground, but the man clung tightly to the Lady of the Manor's feet. As soon as he was pulled
off the ground, Liu Meiniang cried out in alarm. Fang Xuejian, who was standing nearby, saw this and strode forward, desperately trying
to pry the man's fingers

off. Tie Xingyi, with a flick of his left hand, had already removed one shoe. It was early autumn, and the weather was still warm; the man
was not wearing socks. With the shoe off, a delicate, jade-like foot, soft and boneless, was immediately revealed to everyone.
Tie Xingyi laughed heartily, about to lean in for a kiss, but Fang Xuejian dodged him, preventing him from doing so. Jiang
Zhigui, no longer polite, grabbed the man around the waist, quickly stepped back, and lifted the burly man out of the hall.

Tie Xingyi continued to struggle, waving the embroidered red shoe and laughing loudly, "What a beautiful
young lady, like a flower bud, but a pity... a pity she's stuck in a pile of old, stinking cow dung." This time,
everyone in the hall heard him clearly and burst into laughter without needing any prompting. Since there was strength in numbers,
they ignored the old man's angry outbursts and rolled on the ground.

Fang Xuejian noticed that his usually stern master's face, which was originally purplish-red, was now pale and bluish-white. He realized
the old man's anger was truly formidable and quickly suppressed his urge to laugh, turning to the side and saying, "Master, you
old man..."

"Hmm, find two buckets of dog poop and pour them over that brat's head to sober him up. Also, get your master's wife's
shoes back," Jiang Changrong said resentfully. If it weren't for the so-called face of the martial arts world, Fang Xuejian had no doubt that
his master would have killed that arrogant playboy with a single sword strike.

When Fang Xuejian stepped back into the hall, the embroidered shoe was already in his arms. Tie Xingyi was, after all, Jiang
Zhigui's young master, and Fang Xuejian knew his second senior brother's predicament, so he replaced the two buckets of dog poop with a ladle of cold water.
With poured over his head, Fang Xuejian took advantage of the burly man's dazed state and snatched the shoe from his hand.

In the noisy hall, however, his master's wife's delicate figure was nowhere to be seen. Fang Xuejian looked around
and saw his master, accompanied by his eldest senior brother, toasting at each table, with congratulatory words and respectful greetings rising and falling incessantly.
Fang Xuejian thought to himself that returning the shoe to his master's wife was the most important thing.

Leaving the main hall, a corridor led to several clusters of servants' quarters, a row of
guest , and further on, the living quarters of the steward and the estate's young men. Passing through a gate, one reached
a training ground about twenty zhang in circumference, enclosed by high walls—the usual place where the fellow disciples practiced. Passing through another
round gate, a winding, sheltered corridor led directly to the back courtyard. Compared to the bustling front courtyard,
the quiet elegance of the back courtyard was like another world.

Fang Xuejian touched the embroidered red shoes in his arms; a sweet, delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils, causing his heart
to pound wildly , as if his master's wife's exquisite, jade-like feet were right there in his arms. During his year as an apprentice, Fang Xuejian
hadn't seen his master's wife often, and spoke even less. But every time he did see her, his heart would race and
his face would flush—a sweet, flustered feeling that was indescribable to outsiders.

The backyard was filled with the chirping of insects and the sounds of birds, and was planted with exotic flowers and trees, but Fang Xuejian, walking under the covered walkway, had no
interest . After turning a few corners, he arrived at his master's living quarters—the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Fang Xuejian quietly climbed to the second floor,
and just as he was about to knock on the door, he vaguely heard his master's wife's sweet, coquettish voice drifting from the room.

" 　　You little rascal, how long has it been since you last came to see me?"

"Hehe, without me, hasn't this old man been pampering you until you're plump and healthy?" "You're asking for it! This old man is taking all his supplements, but it's no match for you, my little rascal." 　　"Really?" 　　"When have I ever lied to you? Seriously, after you sit on the throne of the manor lord, don't forget the benefits you." 　　"You are my precious darling, I would rather mistreat myself than mistreat you." 　　Fang Xuejian was both surprised and flustered. He quietly walked to the window, dipped a trembling finger in his saliva, and gently poked a small hole in the window paper to peek through. Inside the boudoir, a young man, his shirt open, sat upright in a large, armchair. His left arm encircled the slender waist of a woman, while his right hand slid up and down her chest and abdomen, which were covered only by a bodice. Occasionally, his hand would slip between her legs, eliciting giggles from the woman. He didn't need to look closely to know that the woman was his master's wife, Liu Meiniang. 　　Sitting on the man's lap, Liu Meiniang wore only a thin white silk underpants . Her exposed skin was as white as jade, radiating a captivating glow that seemed to illuminate even the locked doors and windows. Although Fang Xuejian was young, he already understood the affairs of love between men and women, and he couldn't help but feel a little swayed by what he saw. 　　As Liu Meiniang moaned and writhed in response to the man's caresses, she peeled a bunch of chilled grapes and fed them to him one . Fang Xuejian finally managed to tear his gaze away from his teacher's wife's exposed, lustrous skin before recognizing the young man as his third senior brother, Sheng Huafeng. His heart skipped a beat, and his hand slipped, the embroidered shoe falling to the floor with a "thud." 　　"Who?!" a panicked cry came from inside the room. The door was flung open with a "bang," and Sheng Huafeng darted out. The room was empty; only a three-inch -long . 　　Fang Xuejian spent a restless night, his mind constantly replaying the intimate image of his third senior brother and teacher's wife sitting together, laughing and joking. He couldn't sleep soundly all night, and the next morning , before dawn, he got up early. He drew a basin of cool water from the well beside the training ground, dipped his head in it for a moment , and the icy water instantly dispelled his drowsiness and cleared his chaotic thoughts. 　　"Splash!" Fang Xuejian splashed the water out of the basin, casually tossing his back. Turning around, he was startled. Standing silently behind him was someone, and to his even greater surprise , it was the manor lord's wife he had been longing for day and night—his teacher's wife. 　　In the soft morning light, Liu Meiniang stood there gracefully, her face unadorned, wearing only a light pinkish-orange robe. Her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, and her misty eyes were fixed on Fang Xuejian. 　　"Thump!" The wooden basin in Fang Xuejian's hand fell to the ground, breaking the silence between them. As if waking from a dream, he hurriedly lowered his hands and bowed, saying in a slightly trembling voice, "Master's wife... Master's wife, good morning." 　　The mistress of the manor smiled and said, "Do you get up so early every day?" Her voice was soft and gentle, truly so tender and alluring that it made Fang Xuejian feel as if his soul was stolen and his bones melted. 　　Fang Xuejian's heartstrings swayed, and his heart seemed to float in an extremely gentle and comfortable place, so lazy that he wanted to stay in this intoxicating state forever. A cool morning breeze suddenly blew by, and Fang Xuejian shivered. He quickly composed himself and said, "Reporting to Master's Wife, I don't usually get up this early. It's just that I was up most of the night , so I wanted to get up early to help Steward Wei tidy up." 　　"Oh, I see. It's rare to see you so obedient. Well then, I'm going to Yinggong Temple to offer incense . You'll come with me." 　　"Yes, Master's Wife." Fang Xuejian looked at his master's wife's graceful back, a chill creeping into his heart. If his master's wife and third senior brother found out about his spying yesterday, it would be very dangerous for him to stay in the manor any longer .

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