[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 5

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Chapter Five.

"It's a bit strange not having anyone watching me," Cheng Zongyang said, leaning back in the carriage and looking at the scenery outside.

Qin Hui said admiringly, "I still can't figure out how you, young master, were so resourceful, using one move to eliminate another, resolving the trouble with Instructor Lin without making a sound."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Instructor Lin was destined for this calamity. It's admirable that he's loyal to the king, but unfortunately, his own home is in turmoil, and he's too busy to take care of himself. Brother, you should accompany me to Yueshengtang, shouldn't you?"

Qin Hui said, "After buying the books, where do you plan to go, young master?"

Cheng Zongyang laughed and said, "Of course, I'll prepare a few more gifts and pay a visit to Instructor Lin's house. This is a spectacle not to be missed."

Qin Hui said, "Gao Yanei bullies men and women in Lin'an, acting with impunity. I wonder how he will deal with Instructor Lin."

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "Brother, what would you do in his place?"

Qin Hui stroked his beard and pondered for a moment.

"Others are one thing, but since Instructor Lin is an instructor in the Imperial Guards, serving under the Grand Commandant, we might as well make a fuss about it. First, set a trap, frame Instructor Lin for a crime, and exile him far away. Then, send him away discreetly on the way, and Lady Lin can be at our mercy."

Cheng Zongyang looked Qin Hui up and down. "Truly, great minds think alike."

"Why do you say that, young master?"

"Nothing, I just think you really should kowtow to Grand Commandant Gao and become sworn brothers."

Qin Hui took it as a joke and dismissed his master's words with a smile. In his view, compared to the fate of an Imperial Guard instructor, something else was clearly more important.

"If that Lady Lin is truly a concubine of the Witch Clan, what is her motive for willingly marrying a military instructor and staying in Lin'an for so many years? Could it be that Instructor Lin possesses something they desire?" Cheng Zongyang sat up. "Old Ao! How long has Instructor Lin been married?"

Ao Run quickly answered, "Twelve years."

Judging from the timeline, Ning Yu Ji must be a candidate cultivated by the Black Demon Sea after being purged by Yue Niaoren.

Currently, the Grand Commandant's Mansion, the Imperial City Guard, and the Black Demon Sea are probably not as well-informed about the situation as Cheng Zongyang, who is observing from the sidelines. With just a small opportunity, these three forces will collide, and it would be best if they fought to the death.

Qin Hui laughed, "Gao Yanei may not be able to get his hands on this swan meat."

"That depends on what the Witch Clan intends to do. Perhaps Lady Lin has the same idea as Lady Ruan, single-mindedly trying to get in touch with Grand Commandant Gao..."

Cheng Zongyang suddenly stopped, looking at a shop on the street, which was the Pengyi Society's branch in Lin'an.

Since the uprising in Jiangzhou, the core members of the society had left for Jiangzhou, and the Pengyi Society's branch in Lin'an had also been targeted by the Imperial City Guard.

This time, Meng Feiqing brought Yu Ziyuan along to Lin'an, activating the undercover agents already stationed there, and specifically reminded him not to contact the branch to avoid being detected by the Imperial City Guard.

Cheng Zongyang lowered the carriage curtain, a strange sense of unease rising within him. He had always wanted to conduct business openly and honestly, but he was forced to operate covertly; he needed to find a way to change this situation.

Yueshengtang was located in Taipingfang, south of Lin'an. The interior was extremely elegant.

A zither hung on the walls, and scrolls of books sat on bamboo bookshelves. Walking through the hall, one could smell the faint fragrance of ink from the clean paper, a refreshing scent that cleansed the soul.

Qin Hui spoke with great familiarity, “This volume, ‘Treasures of the Six Dynasties in a Palm’, selects poems, lyrics, and prose from twelve famous poets of the Six Dynasties. It’s small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, making it very convenient to carry. It would be perfect for you to read on the road. This set of ‘Selected Poems from One Hundred Masters’ is unique, categorized by themes of objects, history, women’s feelings, and literature. With this volume, you can easily compose poetry. This book, ‘Heartbreaking Lyrics,’ is too poignant. In my humble opinion, it is far inferior to ‘Shu Yu Lyrics.’ This…”

Cheng Zongyang asked, “Do you have ‘Jin Ping Mei’?”

Qin Hui’s mouth was half-open, and he didn’t react for a moment.

Cheng Zongyang said impatiently, "I asked if you have *Jin Ping Mei*? Stop with this nonsense."

Qin Hui coughed softly, "Young master, let's talk in private."

"What is it?"

Qin Hui said in a low voice, "Yueshengtang doesn't sell that."

"You don't even have *Jin Ping Mei*? Can you still call this a bookstore?"

"If you were to ask Miss Shishi to read that—*Jin Ping Mei*, I think it would be quite inappropriate..." "What's inappropriate about it? It broadens horizons and cultivates character." Cheng Zongyang said, "Waiter, give me a set of *Jin Ping Mei*, the illustrated version!"

The scholar-dressed shop assistant politely said, "Get out!"

"What's wrong?" A question came from inside the hall, and then a person came out.

The shop assistant said, "Master Liao, someone has come to cause trouble in the hall..."

As they spoke, the two sides met face to face. The one who came out of the hall was none other than Liao Qunyu, whom they had met in Qingzhou.

Liao Qunyu was taken aback, but clearly recognized them. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly approached, bowing and saying, "Young Master Cheng, Mr. Qin! It's an honor to have you two grace us with your presence!"

Cheng Zongyang smiled and said, "I came to Lin'an this time and remembered Mr. Liao's mention of Yueshengtang. I was just looking to buy some books, so I came to take a look. Please forgive my intrusion!"

Liao Qunyu said, "I benefited greatly from our meeting that day, and my owner often thinks of you both. He would have been delighted to know you were in Lin'an!" He then jokingly scolded the shop assistant, "You rascal, you don't recognize a wise man! What books do you two want? Bring them here quickly!"

The shop assistant said awkwardly in a low voice. Liao Qunyu's expression faltered for a moment, then he coughed twice, "Young Master Cheng… please come inside! Someone! Bring tea!"

Liao Qunyu was extremely hospitable, and the two couldn't refuse. They went to the inner hall together and sat down to exchange pleasantries.

Liao Qunyu spoke with refined manners, displaying the demeanor of a gentleman. The treacherous official, on the other hand, adopted the airs of a scholar, quoting classical texts and speaking eloquently; they were evenly matched.

After a brief chat, Liao Qunyu said, "My master has long admired your talents. I happen to be here today, but I am too busy with affairs to attend to. I wonder if you two could stay in Lin'an for a few more days? I will inform my master and invite you both for a private conversation."

Cheng Zongyang replied, "I am merely passing through Lin'an and will likely be leaving in three or four days."

Liao Qunyu hesitated for a moment. "Three or four days would be too short… May I ask where you two reside? When my master has the time, I will pay you a visit."

"Mr. Liao, you are too kind. A simple meeting and conversation are sufficient."

Cheng Zongyang gave his address; since it was the same address in the Ministry of Personnel's records, and given his semi-official, semi-merchant status, there was no need to hide anything.

Liao Qunyu carefully noted it down. Just then, a shop assistant brought over a delicate paper package and presented it to the counter with a somewhat strange expression.

Liao Qunyu pushed the package towards Cheng Zongyang and smiled, "Inside are the books you requested, young master. If I may offer a word of advice, while these books are good, you are young and vigorous; it's not advisable for you to read too much."

Cheng Zongyang said, "I'm giving them as a gift. By the way, I wanted the complete edition, not an abridged version."

Liao Qunyu was both amused and exasperated, shaking his head repeatedly, and personally carried the books to see the two out.

A carriage stopped right in front of the door. A young master lifted the curtain, laughed heartily twice, and then said, "Life is full of unexpected encounters! Brother Cheng, how have you been?"

This time it was Cheng Zongyang's turn to be surprised. It was an acquaintance—Tao Wu, Tao Hongmin, the young master of the Tao Family Money Shop in Qingzhou.

If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter, but Tao Wu was his major creditor! Cheng Zongyang had no choice but to go forward and politely bow, saying, "So it's Master Tao Wu!"

"Don't call me 'master,' just calling me 'brother' is giving me face." Tao Hongmin said, "You came to Lin'an without telling me? Come on up! It's been a while since we've seen each other, we need to have a good chat this time!"

Liao Qunyu's face changed slightly. "Mr. Tao, my master has been waiting for quite some time."

Tao Hongmin said nonchalantly, "There's no rush. It's a rare opportunity to meet Brother Cheng today, so let's reschedule our meeting for another day."

Liao Qunyu's expression changed several times. He straightened his chest slightly and said in a deep voice, "Please reconsider, Mr. Tao!" "Alright, this afternoon it is." Tao Hongmin said with a grin, "Maybe I'll be in a good mood and give you a discount. Brother Cheng, let's go! You probably haven't tried the fish soup at Xiyu Restaurant in Lin'an yet. The taste is truly unparalleled! [Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint, fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.]"

Liao Qunyu's face was extremely ugly, clearly furious at Tao Hongmin's sudden change of heart.

Tao Hongmin, however, didn't care at all and repeatedly urged Cheng Zongyang to eat the fish soup. Cheng Zongyang could only apologize to Liao Qunyu with a wry smile and get into the carriage with Tao Hongmin.

Months had passed, and Tao Hongmin was still the same spoiled brat, laughing and joking without a care in the world, but Cheng Zongyang dared not let his guard down. He hadn't forgotten Tao Hongmin's order for the Snow Falcon Gang to secretly spy on Mengniang.

Cheng Zongyang was somewhat curious: what did this Fifth Master Tao see in him? Did he really want to recruit him as an ally to vie for the position of head of the Tao family?

But as soon as Cheng Zongyang got into the carriage, Tao Hongmin declared that they wouldn't discuss business today, only casual conversation. He kept his word, not even mentioning the war in Jiangzhou, seemingly unconcerned about the Tao family's large investment, talking only about eating, drinking, and having fun.

The fish soup at Xiyu Restaurant was indeed delicious; even with his worries, Cheng Zongyang ate with great relish.

After the meal, as they were about to part, Tao Hongmin casually asked, "I heard that Master Yun has also come to Lin'an?" Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled and said, "Brother Tao's information network is quite impressive."

Tao Hongmin said, "Master Yun has interfered in Lin'an's refined iron business, taking away 30% of the market share from Qingzhou merchants. Several iron merchants hate him to the bone. How could I, Tao Wu, not know?"

"Business is for everyone. Those few who control the refined iron business in Song are preventing others from entering. Isn't that a bit too domineering?"

"I've long disliked those iron rats. It would be good if they could suffer a bit." Tao Hongmin smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, if you have time, how about we have another meal tomorrow? I have some things I'd like to ask you about."

The creditor had put it this way, and Cheng Zongyang had no choice but to say, "Tomorrow is probably not possible, but the day after tomorrow, I will certainly welcome you with open arms." "It's a deal!"

Tao Hongmin left Xiyu Tower, and his carriage sped off towards Yuesheng Hall.

Qin Hui said, "This man is extremely cunning, young master, be careful."

Cheng Zongyang knew perfectly well that today's fish soup was just a test; the real business was to be discussed the day after tomorrow. He stroked his chin and said, "I'm a little curious, what kind of business could make Master Tao come to Lin'an personally?"

Tao Hongmin didn't seem like someone who would buy books; he was probably at Yueshengtang to discuss business with Liao Qunyu's owner. But even if Yueshengtang had a good reputation in the industry, it was still just a bookstore; selling it all wouldn't necessarily be worth much, and there was no need for Tao Hongmin to come to Lin'an personally.

Cheng Zongyang thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it aside. "Let's go, to Siying Lane!"

"To visit Instructor Lin?"

Cheng Zongyang laughed. "To see a play."

There was already a carriage at the entrance of Siying Lane. The one-armed man from Xingyue Lake who was driving the carriage flicked the reins and rode past the carriage, stopping where he could see into the lane.

Siying Lane was a secluded lane, and it was just past noon; there were hardly any people in the lane.

Cheng Zongyang took out the set of *Jin Ping Mei* and examined it. It was indeed a masterpiece from Yueshengtang; not only were the paper, printing, and proofreading exquisite, but the illustrations were also superb, far superior to the set he had in Jiankang.

"Look at this printing! This illustration! How does it compare to the cheap stuff you bought for sixty silver coins at the street stall? You said Yueshengtang didn't sell this..."

Qin Hui said, "Yueshengtang indeed doesn't sell this kind of book."

"Then what is this? Don't tell me this is Boss Liao's private collection."

"Young master is right, this is indeed Yueshengtang's private collection." Qin Hui said, "Bookstores and libraries are most afraid of fire. It's said that the fire god is averse to impurities, so they often keep erotic books in these places as a way to ward off fire. This set of *Jin Ping Mei* was specially printed by Yueshengtang to protect its collection."

"Is that so?"

"Boss Liao gave you his collection to you, young master; that's quite a favor."

While chatting, Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen returned together. The two men had likely just finished a meal and were discussing martial arts as they walked.

Lin Chong, who had been frowning and still angry about the previous day's events, gradually calmed down as he listened to Lu Zhishen's insightful remarks.

Cheng Zongyang, watching the two through the carriage curtain, wore a strange smile. Qin Hui, though unsure of his master's intentions, patiently waited.

Suddenly, the carriage beside them moved slightly, and a burly man in gray quietly alighted. He first circled around to avoid the two men's view, then walked confidently into the alley.

The man had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding the air of a hero. He carried a cloth bag with a stalk of dry grass stuck in it—a custom from the Six Dynasties period, where grass stuck in an item meant it was being sold.

When they were still a dozen paces away from Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen, the burly man in gray sighed deeply, patting his cloth bag and exclaiming, "Such a fine sword, yet no one recognizes its value!"

Lin Chong turned to look at the man, while Lu Zhishen slapped him on the shoulder, saying, "This scoundrel is clearly no good, why bother with him!"

Lin Chong, however, asked, "Hey, you there, what kind of sword are you carrying?"

The man in gray replied, "You don't know its value, what's the use of asking so many questions?"

"How do you know I don't know its value?" Lin Chong said, "Let me see it."

The man in gray reluctantly untied the cloth bag, and as the knot loosened, a chill seemed to emanate from it, revealing a section of the hilt.

Upon seeing it, Lin Chong exclaimed, "A fine sword!"

The hilt was wrapped with dark red hemp rope, the exposed part being jet black. The pommel at the back of the hilt was not an ordinary iron ring, but a coiled dragon with fluttering scales and whiskers.

The dragon-shaped blade was coiled like a ring, its material quite peculiar, neither gold nor stone, faintly gleaming with a cold light. Even the hilt alone suggested it was no ordinary weapon.

Lin Chong couldn't resist and reached for the blade. The gray-clad man grabbed the cloth bag, saying sternly, "This precious sword of mine is a peerless treasure, rarely seen! If you want to see it, pay up!"

Lu Zhishen flew into a rage, "You scoundrel! You want to pay for even a glance?"

Lin Chong pulled him back, saying, "Tell me how we'll settle this?"

"One string of cash for every inch you see. This sword is three feet six inches long; if you want to see the whole thing, you'll need fifty strings!"

Lin Chong's monthly salary was only a few strings, and Lu Zhishen was perpetually impoverished. Hearing the price the man quoted, Lin Chong couldn't help but say, "One guan for just one look? How much do you want for this knife?"

The gray-clad man opened his palm, "Two thousand guan!"

Lu Zhishen shouted, "You scoundrel! How dare you mess with me! Where did you get a knife that costs two thousand guan? I can buy a kitchen knife for twenty wen, enough to cut meat, vegetables, and tofu!"

The gray-clad man picked up his cloth bag and turned to leave.

Lin Chong called out, "Wait!" He took out ten silver coins, "Just one look!"

The gray-clad man snorted, took the silver coins and stuffed them into his pocket, then gripped the hilt of his sword and drew it a short distance.

A chill emanated from the scabbard, the heavy blade gleaming almost tangible. The pigskin scabbard seemed unable to withstand the sharp blade's aura, cracking open with a soft snap.

Lin Chong was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "What kind of sword is this!"

"The supreme sword of the martial world! The Dragon-Slaying Saber!" the gray-clad man declared proudly, "This is the Dragon-Slaying Saber!"

Cheng Zongyang nearly smashed his copy of *Jin Ping Mei* into the man's face.

Good heavens! The Heaven-Reliant Sword is still stuck in the Heaven-Knocking Stone, and now the Dragon-Slaying Saber has appeared? This act is a bit too rushed, isn't it?

Lin Chong, however, was stunned by the cold gleam of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and after a long pause, he said, "Eight hundred strings of cash!"

"Two thousand strings!"

After arguing for a long time, finally, the monk raised his fist as if to strike, and the man relented, agreeing to the price of one thousand strings.

Qin Hui clicked his tongue and said, "This sword is worth a thousand gold pieces. Instructor Lin bought it for a thousand strings of cash; he really got a bargain."

Cheng Zongyang sneered, "If I could haggle it down to two strings of cash there, would you believe me?"

Qin Hui shook his head and said, "This sword is no ordinary item. I find it hard to believe it's worth two strings of cash."

"Brother traitor, you're taking this charade seriously," Cheng Zongyang said. "If Instructor Lin is willing to take it, that scoundrel would give it away for free."

"Young master, is there something strange about this Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

"You've heard of the Heaven-Reliant Sword, but haven't you heard of the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

Qin Hui shook his head.

"The supreme martial arts weapon, the Dragon-Slaying Saber! Commanding the world, none dare disobey; without the Heaven-Reliant Sword, who

can contend!" Cheng Zongyang patted his sleeves. "These fakes are so obviously fake they couldn't be more so." Qin Hui exclaimed in surprise, "Even before it's drawn, this saber already exudes sharpness; calling it a divine weapon wouldn't be an exaggeration . Why do you say that, young master?"

"Have you forgotten we're here to watch a show?" Cheng Zongyang said, "This is a trap dug by Gao Yanei, waiting for Instructor Lin to jump in. Just you wait, there's more to come."

As he spoke, two figures appeared in the alley. The two men wore straw hats and straw sandals, carrying bamboo canes in one hand as they slowly walked towards them.

Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen were playing with the precious saber and didn't notice. As they passed each other, the bamboo cane in one of their hands shattered with a snap, and then a point of cold light flew out from the cane, shooting straight at Lu Zhishen's brow like a meteor.

Lu Zhishen tossed his bald head, a cold glint flashing across his scalp—a slender sword, barely the size of a finger. Lin Chong, who was admiringly handling the sword, grasped its hilt as the passerby's bamboo staff shattered.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber was exceptionally long; Lin Chong slung it over his shoulder, then with a swift movement, the precious blade was drawn.

It was only a moment too late; Lu Zhishen was already in grave danger. Another assassin thrust his staff towards his back, but the bamboo tube shattered mid-strike, revealing the slender blade within.

Lu Zhishen was cornered, unable to dodge. He let out a low growl, then slammed his palms together, causing his tattered monk's robe to billow, as if countless giant pythons were surging within, revealing countless tiny golden glints.

The attacking sword pierced Lu Zhishen's side, the blade sinking into his clothing with a crisp clang—a sound like metal striking metal.

Lu Zhishen unleashed his full protective divine skill, twisting his body and slamming his fist into the sword, roaring, "Which coward dares to ambush me!"

The attacker's sword, struck by Lu Zhishen, dipped slightly, and the straw hat on his head shattered from the force of the energy, revealing a face covered only by a blue cloth, with only his eyes showing.

The two assassins attacked simultaneously, one on each side, aiming for Lu Zhishen's armpits.

Lu Zhishen roared, striking the sword with both fists. The force of the energy shattered his monk's robe, which seemed to flutter away like countless butterflies, revealing his heavily tattooed body.

Lu Zhishen's tattoos shone with a dark golden light, like countless flowers blooming on his body.

The two assassins' swords, though sharp, could not penetrate his protective shield.

In the midst of the exchange, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Lin Chong's Dragon-Slaying Saber had already soared like a raging dragon, slashing towards the backs of the two assassins.

The two assassins moved with remarkable agility, back to back, one attacking the monk Lu Zhishen, the other spun to block Lin Chong.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber fell like a bolt of lightning; the assassin's sword clashed with the blade and silently snapped, blood splattering from his sword-wielding arm as the severed limb and broken sword flew away simultaneously.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber's momentum hadn't ended, the blade hadn't even reached the target, yet the light had already struck the assassin's bamboo hat.

The hat shattered silently, splitting in two, then the blue cloth covering his head parted, revealing a bald head with a scar—it was a monk!

Blood spurted from the monk's head as the blade flashed past, and just as the bald head was about to be cleaved in two by the Dragon-Slaying Saber, a large hand suddenly reached out, grabbing Lin Chong's wrist like a rock, forcefully stopping the attack.

Lin Chong looked up and saw Lu Zhishen. The Flower Monk had already defeated his opponent. He blocked Lin Chong's path and then shouted at the other monk, "Don't panic! I'm here to save you!"

With that, he kicked the monk in the stomach, knocking him down. Then, as if his backside was on fire, he grabbed a nearby rag and frantically began bandaging the monk's wound.

Blood streamed down the monk's head, but his arm was more seriously injured.

Lu Zhishen stepped on the monk's chest to prevent him from struggling, while simultaneously grabbing his severed limb, sealing his pressure points, and then wrapping it tightly with the rag, cursing all the while, "You damned bastard! You've provoked me time and time again! If you ever anger me, I'll burn your damn temple down!"

The monk was incredibly stubborn. Although his forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain, he still forced himself to say, "Brother Lu! You stole the temple's heirloom robe and bowl. Even if it costs me my life, I will take you back to the Buddha and settle things!"

Lu Zhishen... He curled his finger and gave the monk's bald head a sharp whack, glaring and cursing, "If I were as stupid as you, would I still be alive today? If I went back, those thieves would have skinned me alive and torn me to pieces! Bah! That's easy for you to say! If it weren't for Master's sake, I would have smashed your bald head open, poured my piss down your neck, and given you a good brainwash!"

Lu Zhishen cursed vehemently, but his hands were quick and efficient. He quickly bandaged the monk's wound and then helped another monk with bloodletting.

Encountering an assassin in the alley, he had wounded the assassin himself and was now diligently healing him… Lin Chong found this strange and sheathed his Dragon-Slaying Saber, asking, "Senior Brother?"

Lu Zhishen didn't bother to answer, only shaking his handbag to signal him not to interfere. He hadn't held back with his attack, and now healing himself was taking considerable effort. Lu Zhishen was shirtless, steaming from his head, seemingly more exhausted than when he had attacked the monk.

The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a long while, Qin Hui coughed and said, "This sword is indeed a divine weapon!"

Cheng Zongyang was also dumbfounded. He had miscalculated drastically; Gao Yanei was serious! Where did this little brat get his hands on the Dragon-Slaying Saber?

Lu Zhishen finally managed to heal the two men and sat down cross-legged to meditate. The two monks exchanged glances, then helped each other up and ran out of the alley.

Lu Zhishen opened his eyes and found that the two men had already run away. He was immediately furious and jumped up, cursing, "These damned bald thieves! I'm not a tiger! I'm not going to eat you!"

Lin Chong asked, "What happened? Are you acquaintances of these two monks, brother?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you in detail another day."

Lu Zhishen pulled Lin Chong into the courtyard, saying, "It's rare for you to get such a precious sword. Today, let's stew some fragrant meat, drink wine, and admire the sword! Don't let these bastards spoil our brotherly fun!"

Chapter Six

Half an hour later, Cheng Zongyang knocked on the Lin family's door. As soon as the door opened, he laughed, "What fragrant dog meat! I've come to the right place!"

A large pot sat in the courtyard, simmering with tender dog meat. Lu Zhishen and Lin Chong were feasting while admiring the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Seeing Cheng Zongyang enter, Lu Zhishen called out, "Brother Cheng! You've come at the perfect time! Come and see Junior Brother Lin's newly acquired treasured sword!"

Cheng Zongyang, along with Qin Hui, Ao Run, and the Blue-Faced Beast, took their seats.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber gleamed white; despite having just severed limbs and cut through swords, the blade showed no scratches or bloodstains, and a chilling aura emanated from it from afar.

"A fine blade!" Cheng Zongyang's heart stirred slightly. He first praised it, then said, "Brother Lin, could I borrow your blade for a look?"

Although Lin Chong was working for the Imperial City Guard and had been keeping watch on him for a few days, he had stopped after observing Lu Zhishen's vegetable garden. Coupled with the recent incident with Gao Yanei, he was somewhat disheartened and no longer considered him a suspect. He immediately handed over the blade.

With the long blade in hand, Cheng Zongyang felt seventy percent confident. Although this Dragon-Slaying Saber was a counterfeit, it was probably even better than the real one made of black iron.

The entire blade was over three feet long, half a foot longer than a normal blade, and quite heavy. Moreover, the unique coldness of the blade was exactly the same as the coral dagger in his pocket, clearly forged from a large amount of coral iron mixed with some special metals. The price of the materials alone was definitely more than a thousand strings of cash.

Qin Hui, having lived in the southern wilderness for a long time, naturally recognized coral iron. Holding it in his hands, he exclaimed with

emotion, "This sword is worth a fortune!" Stimulated by the sword's aura, Ao Run clicked his tongue, "Old Qin, what material is this?"

"Coral iron, refined iron formed over ten thousand years in the deep sea. A pound of top-quality coral iron might not even be worth two pounds of gold. Instructor Lin, this sword is truly a worthwhile purchase!"

Lin Chong was in high spirits. He was a man of heroic character, and since the previous grudges between them had been set aside, and Cheng Zongyang had repeatedly visited to befriend him, he considered him a friend. The group ate meat and drank wine in the courtyard, enjoying the sword.

Cheng Zongyang was curious why Lu Zhishen was being chased by two monks, but the Flower Monk was drinking merrily, seemingly unconcerned about the attack, so he didn't inquire.

The women of the household couldn't appear, and only an old servant attended to them in the courtyard.

Although everyone was in high spirits, Cheng Zongyang was preoccupied. After a few drinks, he shamelessly asked, "Is Miss Shishi here?"

Lin Chong smiled. "She's upstairs, Brother Cheng, please come ahead."

Cheng Zongyang excused himself and entered the room amidst the good-natured laughter of the others.

Lin Chong came from a military family; while not wealthy, they were still well-off, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to easily produce a thousand strings of cash.

Upstairs, four or five rooms each had thick blue cotton curtains hanging over their doors. Cheng Zongyang glanced around and figured the guest room was closest to the stairs, so he pushed open the door and went in.

Through the curtain, he saw a figure with their back to the door, looking down and doing something.

Cheng Zongyang tiptoed over, peeking out as he asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" The woman was startled, then cried out in pain—it was Lin Chong's wife. Cheng Zongyang had originally gone to smell her hair, but now realizing he had mistaken her for someone else, he felt a pang of embarrassment.

Madam Lin was embroidering with a silk handkerchief when she heard a voice and accidentally pricked her fingertip.

A drop of bright red blood oozed from her fair fingertip. If it were Mengniang or even Li Shishi, he would have shamelessly gone over and sucked the blood, but the drop of blood on Madam Lin's finger made Cheng Zongyang very wary, and he involuntarily took a half step back.

Ruan Xiangning raised her jade finger and put it to her lips, gently sucking it, while glancing at him with a hint of annoyance.

She wore a sapphire blue brocade jacket with peony embroidery along the edges, a white jade hairpin in her hair, and gold earrings, exuding the mature charm of a young woman.

Her snow-white fingers, red lips, the gentle sucking motion, and her elegant and graceful temperament stirred something within Cheng Zongyang.

This was his first time seeing this woman, who might be the Black Demon Sea's concubine, up close. She was a few years older than Quan Yuji, and judging by their marriage, she should be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her appearance bore a striking resemblance to Ruan Xianglin and her daughter Li Shishi.

Her eyes and brows were delicate and beautiful, her skin like smooth jade, and she possessed a graceful and charming demeanor. Her eyebrows were long and slender, and the tips of her brows... Cheng Zongyang's heart suddenly pounded, followed by a chill.

Ruan Xiangning seemed oblivious to the change in his gaze, and said softly with her head down, "Young master, are you here to see Shishi? She's in the next room..."

Cheng Zongyang forced a smile and apologized, then left the room, closing the door behind him, and involuntarily wiped away a cold sweat.

He never imagined that during his observation, he would glean such a strange information. Although Ruan Xiangning had drawn her eyebrows with a black ink brush, a closer look revealed that the ends of her eyebrows were slightly sparse—according to the physiognomy skills Ximen Qing had taught him, this woman who had been married to Lin Chong for over ten years was a genuine virgin!

No wonder the two had been married for so many years without children, and no one suspected Ruan Xiangning when she used the pretext of seeking a child to visit the likes of the herbalist and the Taoist nun.

Ximen Qing, oh Ximen Qing, if you knew that a few casual words that day exposed Ning Yu Ji's secret, would you regret it to the core?

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment, if Madam Lin was a virgin, what role did Lin Chong play in this dark lair of the Black Demon Sea? He didn't even flinch at such a beautiful woman beside him, could it be… Cheng Zongyang felt

a chill. If that were the case, Master Lu, you would be so wronged…

As Cheng Zongyang thought this, he strolled to the door of the next room and lifted the curtain.

Li Shishi had obviously heard him mention that he had gone to the wrong room. She gave him a half-smile, then turned and went back inside.

The room was a guest room with a bedroom. Several wooden boxes sat on the table in the living room, each divided into small compartments containing various medicines.

"Preparing medicine?" Cheng Zongyang picked up a piece of herb and smelled it. "What is this?"

"Donkey-hide gelatin, for replenishing blood," Li Shishi said. "My aunt's health has always been poor, so I'm preparing some medicine for her to regulate her qi and blood."

Before discovering Ruan Xiangning's secret, Cheng Zongyang might have laughed it off, but now he could only manage a bitter smile.

Your Aunt Ning is still a virgin; it would be a miracle if she could even give birth.

Li Shishi misunderstood his expression and said with a slight reproach, "Fine, you don't trust my medical skills?"

"How could I dare?" Cheng Zongyang laughed, "But your mother and Instructor Lin are both so skilled in martial arts, Aunt Ning must be an expert too, right? Why would you need medicine for such a minor ailment?"

"You're mistaken," Li Shishi said, "I examined Aunt Ning; she has a congenital deficiency and cannot practice martial arts."

"You can tell?"

Li Shishi said, "I come from the Bright Temple. If you don't believe me, I'll take your pulse."

Cheng Zongyang placed his wrist on the table and laughed, "Let's see what ailment you can diagnose."

Li Shishi sat down, pulled up her sleeve with one hand, and extended her slender hand, placing her middle and index fingers on his pulse point. Then, she lowered her eyes and focused intently, carefully discerning his pulse.

Cheng Zongyang looked down at her, the shock he had just experienced gradually subsiding.

This legendary courtesan, whose name would become the subject of countless tales in later generations, was at this time a beautiful young woman, her eyes and brows devoid of any trace of worldliness, possessing only an untouched allure and grace.

Her skin was as white and smooth as if washed with milk, her slender fingers as cool and warm as jade, and she exuded a faint medicinal fragrance. The small, crimson mole at the corner of her lips was alluring, and her soft lips were as captivating as a flower.

Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but think: what a wonderful feeling it would be if he put his penis in her mouth…

Li Shishi's cheeks suddenly flushed red, and she became breathtakingly beautiful in an instant. Then she spat and released Cheng Zongyang's wrist.

She had just been taking his pulse; his heartbeat and blood flow couldn't be hidden from her. With her keen intelligence, she most likely guessed what filthy thoughts he had.

Cheng Zongyang awkwardly withdrew his hand, wondering whether he should take out "Jin Ping Mei" to surprise her. Suddenly, footsteps sounded from inside the building, followed by a voice calling, "Shishi."

Li Shishi stood by the window and said somewhat stiffly to Ruan Xianglin, "Mother."

Ruan Xianglin said to Madam Lin, "A'ning, you go out first. I need to say a few words to Shishi."

Closing the door, Ruan Xianglin's voice softened, "Shishi, why don't you go home?"

Li Shishi didn't answer. After a while, she sighed softly and said gently, "Mother, do you really want your daughter to marry Gao Yanei?"

Ruan Xianglin held her daughter's hands and said gently... She said, "Mother knows that although you've been obedient since you were little, you've always been proud and look down on ordinary people—but isn't the young master of the Grand Commandant's mansion good enough for you?"

Seeing that her daughter was unmoved, Ruan Xianglin continued, "Although the young master is a spoiled brat, Grand Commandant Gao only has this one child. He's so doting on him, he's spoiled to an extreme degree. But he's still young. When he's a few years older, he'll know to take the right path..."

Li Shishi asked, "The right path you're talking about is becoming an official, Mother?"

"Your father and mother both come from the martial world, they know its hardships. Your father braved wind and rain, risking his life and sweat to build this family business. Now our escort agency is quite well-known in the capital, but one wrong step and it's all over. You know what happened to the agency; even without this incident, the government could shut it down at any time. In terms of stability, it's not as secure as your uncle's."

Ruan Xianglin said, "When your uncle was young, everyone said he was a genius, but all these years, he's only been an instructor in the Imperial Guard. Look at the young master, at such a young age, he's already been granted a fifth-rank military position through hereditary privilege. Your uncle, that instructor, still has to pay his respects to him. If you marry the young master, you'll be on a meteoric rise."

"I'll just be a concubine, a concubine! Mother!" Li Shishi said, "Doesn't Mother know about the concubines of those wealthy families?"

"So what if you're a concubine? With your looks, won't the young master cherish you like a precious jewel? Even if you can't be his wife, being his favored concubine is enough." Ruan Xianglin gently stroked her daughter's hair, comforting her, "As long as you're willing to flatter him and make him happy, and you have a son, won't the Grand Commandant's mansion be yours in the future? Immortal Kuang said that our family's wealth and honor depend on you, so don't forget your parents. Your father has always wanted a minor military officer's title..."

Li Shishi's face grew paler and paler. She didn't hear a word of her mother's rambling advice. After a long while, she lowered her eyes, "I'm tired."

"Alright, you should rest early." Ruan Xianglin said, "Your father has gone out on a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) mission again. Come home early tomorrow, and in a couple of days, I'll send you to the Grand Commandant's mansion..." Cheng Zongyang

heard everything clearly in the room, feeling both strange and puzzled.

Given Ruan Xianglin's temperament, she shouldn't be such a mercenary woman, yet when she spoke of the advantages of being an official and how to please the Grand Commandant's mansion, it came from the bottom of her heart—perhaps this was the reality of a wanderer after years of navigating the world.

Li Shishi, not wanting her mother to see a stranger in her room, heard the noise and asked Cheng Zongyang to go to the inner room for a while.

After Ruan Xianglin left, Li Shishi sat there for a long time before finally getting up and returning to her inner room. Her mother's words had broken her heart, but seeing the young merchant lying so unceremoniously on her bed, casually crossing his legs, she felt a strange sense of security, even a touch of amusement, rather than anger.

Li Shishi didn't believe this young merchant could handle the power of the Grand Commandant's mansion. While the Qingzhou merchant had many exaggerated stories of wealth, if he had enough money, he wouldn't be sleeping in the wilderness; and given his age, his wealth likely came from his family's ancestors. He was just a straw, the only straw she could grasp when she was drowning.

"You heard everything?"

"More or less." Cheng Zongyang sat up, half-jokingly saying, "Actually, what your mother said makes a lot of sense."

"What? You also want to curry favor with the Grand Commandant's mansion?" Li Shishi said indifferently, "Alright, after I marry into the family, I'll serve the young master well, and I'll introduce you to someone, and get you a life of wealth and honor, how about that?"

Although Li Shishi's tone was cold, her beautiful eyes gradually reddened, and then two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Cheng Zongyang didn't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief, so he could only wipe away her tears with his fingers. "Just kidding." Then he said with a bit of seriousness, "Don't worry."

Li Shishi choked and said, "In two or three days, I'll be sent to the Grand Commandant's mansion like a piece of merchandise, what's there to worry about?"

"A lot can happen in two or three days." Cheng Zongyang said casually, "I said don't worry, so don't worry."

Li Shishi looked at him through her teary eyes, and for a moment she had a feeling that what he said was true. With him there, she really didn't need to worry about anything anymore.

Cheng Zongyang emerged from the building to find the courtyard a scene of utter debauchery.

Lin Chong, drunk and slumped to one side, his face flushed, was completely wasted. Lu Zhishen, on the other hand, was bursting with heroic spirit, the scar on his bald head almost leaping out.

The barbarian beastman, taciturn and fierce in nature, had followed Cheng Zongyang for the mutton but rarely interacted with the others. The Blue-Faced Beastman and Lu Zhishen, however, got along quite well, drinking heartily from large bowls.

Ao Run, holding a bowl, said, "Come! Old Ao offers Master a bowl!"

Lu Zhishen accepted without hesitation, raising his bowl and declaring, "Bottoms up!"

Qin Hui approached with a smile and whispered to Cheng Zongyang, "Before leaving, Lady Ruan spoke with Madam Lin in her room. Brother Ziyuan followed, and just returned with news that Lady Ruan went neither to the escort agency nor the Grand Commandant's residence."

Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat, realizing he had overlooked something. Since Madam Lin is connected to the Black Demon Sea, Ruan Xianglin might also be involved.

Ruan Xianglin's ruthlessness towards her daughter is somewhat reminiscent of the Demonic Sect's style; it's quite possible the sisters conspired to trap Gao Yanei. Since Ruan Xianglin hasn't returned home, could she be sending a message to her sister?

"You stay here with Monk Hua, Ziyuan and I will go check."

"I'll accompany you, young master. Old Ao is enough here."

"No," Cheng Zongyang said. "If she goes to see the Witch Clan, it would be bad if you showed yourself. Ziyuan and I will follow, and if things go wrong, we'll retreat immediately. We won't fight them. You keep a close eye on Madam Lin here, and we can act if necessary."

Qin Hui could only say, "Young master, be careful."

"Don't worry."

The city was not a fast traveler, and the carriage didn't move quickly. Cheng Zongyang easily caught up with the Weiyuan Escort Agency's carriage. After they met, Yu Ziyuan drove Cheng Zongyang, and the two followed each other.

The carriage headed towards West Lake outside the city. Yu Ziyuan had spent many years traveling by carriage and boat with the Pengyi Society and was skilled in tracking. He and the Weiyuan Escort Agency's carriage were about a mile apart, unable to see each other, and he tracked only the wheel tracks.

West Lake was in sight, and a fork in the road appeared beside it. Seeing the wheel tracks heading towards the lakeside along the main road to the right, Yu Ziyuan stopped.

After observing for a moment, Yu Ziyuan pointed to the wheel tracks beside the road and said, "Someone got off here."

Cheng Zongyang looked at the wheel tracks: "The tracks have become shallower? I didn't notice that."

"The carriage stopped briefly by the roadside, then its path became slightly shallower," Yu Ziyuan said. "The people in the carriage must have gotten off and taken a side road."

The side road was lined with poplar trees, resembling a private estate road, but it was riddled with ruts, indicating at least a dozen carriages.

Yu Ziyuan examined the area for a moment. "There were a total of sixteen carriages and dozens of horses passing by within the last two hours."

So many carriages and horses gathered here—could it be a grand gathering of the Black Demon Sea?

Cheng Zongyang made a quick decision: "We can't stop on the main road. Drive to the lakeside and wait for me. If I don't return within an hour, go back to the city and find Qin Huizhi, Ao Run, and Lao Shu. Come and save my life."

In terms of cultivation, Cheng Zongyang, having broken through to the fifth level, was already far superior to Yu Ziyuan. Moreover, if it really was a gathering of the Black Demon Sea at West Lake, You Chan would likely be present as well. Her misunderstanding of his identity could cover up many things. While his solo expedition seemed risky, the actual risk was much less than if he were traveling with someone else.

Yu Ziyuan clearly realized this as well, and without much argument, simply gave a crisp military salute before driving away.

At the end of the road was a manor several acres in size, with many carriages and horses parked in front, looking quite luxurious.

Cheng Zongyang, avoiding the guards' sight, circled around to the back of the manor. He first took out a hood from his backpack to cover his face, listened for any sounds from inside the wall, and then lightly leaped onto the wall.

This wasn't Cheng Zongyang's first time doing this kind of thing. He jumped into the garden, found a secluded corner under the eaves, concealed himself, and then squinted as he surveyed the manor.

The manor was built by a lake, seemingly the villa of a wealthy family, quite large, with a main courtyard in front and a garden along the lakeside.

There weren't many people in the garden, mostly servants and guards. Cheng Zongyang's gaze fell on a waterside pavilion, and after a moment, he quietly moved away.

He encountered several guards along the way. Although they looked menacing, their cultivation was extremely weak. They were hardly elites of the Black Demon Sea, let alone skilled martial artists like Wu Zhanwei and Ao Run.

The further Cheng Zongyang went, the more he muttered to himself: These guys didn't look like the demons of the Black Demon Sea at all; they seemed more like the servants and guards of Gao Yanei and his gang of scoundrels.

The waterside pavilion was three stories high, with several rows of pillars supporting half of the building on the lake.

After watching the spectacle of Lin Chong buying the knife in Siying Lane, it was already late. Night was falling, and countless lanterns were lit on the pavilion, their twinkling lights reflecting in the water, seemingly merging the pavilion and its reflection into one. Cheng Zongyang lay in the shadows behind the pavilion, listening to the sounds inside while slowly regulating his breathing.

A quarter of an hour later, he leaped up, scaling the pavilion with the agility of a monkey, then crouched under the eaves. After waiting a moment and sensing no danger, he used his toes to pry open the rafters under the eaves, leaned over, grabbed the window frame with one hand, and gently pushed. The wooden window frame snapped in his hand, revealing a hole large enough for him to slip through. He then quietly crawled inside.

Cheng Zongyang first surveyed his surroundings. This was the pavilion at the very top of the waterside terrace. Judging from the dust on the ground, it seemed to have been sealed off for a long time, and no one would discover him while he was hiding here. Furthermore, his location was on the lake; if things turned bad, he would have plenty of opportunities to escape by jumping into the water.

Having determined his escape route, Cheng Zongyang then crept down to explore.

Below was a large hall. Pushing open the green-glass windows, one could see the vast expanse of West Lake. The hall was brightly lit at the moment. A round banquet table was placed on one side of the hall, and several couches were against the wall. In front of them was a huge landscape screen.

In the Jin Kingdom, banquets were usually one person per table, with everyone sitting on separate couches and eating separately. In the Song Dynasty, communal dining was common, with guests gathering around a large table for feasting.

Judging by the tableware on the table, he had found the right spot; this was the gathering place.

There weren't many places to hide in the hall, but he had practiced with the little fox and was no stranger to petty theft.

The best hiding place in this kind of place was on the beams—high up, with a wide view, convenient for spying or eavesdropping, and a large range of movement, allowing for both offense and escape.

The main beam of the hall was more than a person's thickness, with a fine-grid ceiling below, supported by eight pillars. It would be a shame not to become a "gentleman on the beam."

Cheng Zongyang determined the location, then retreated to the attic, quietly lifted the floorboards, and landed on the beam, taking a few steps.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind the screen, followed by a burst of laughter before anyone arrived. Cheng Zongyang quickly held his breath, crouched down, and hid in the shadows.

"Lu Qian, you did a great job this time. I thought that female knight-errant was something else! Turns out she was so easy to handle, hahaha!"

Behind the screen was a couch, and Gao Yanei, with his belly protruding, came in, plopped down on it, and proudly crossed his legs.

Lu Qian respectfully said, "This is all thanks to your superior skills, young master. Female knight-errant has no choice but to accept it."

Gao Yanei looked like a spoiled, chubby boy, and he was in a very good mood.

"How did you and Fu An arrange this? Tell me, Your Excellency."

"Reporting to Your Excellency," Lu Qian said, "When Chief Escort Li of the Weiyuan Escort Agency came to our mansion to pay New Year's respects, Your Excellency took a liking to Chief Escort Li's wife. I discussed with Steward Fu that, taking advantage of Chief Escort Li's eagerness to curry favor with the Grand Commandant's Mansion, we would first send a batch of goods to the Weiyuan Escort Agency for transport. Then, I would lead men to rob the goods en route, leaving the Weiyuan Escort Agency with a huge debt they couldn't afford to pay."

"This first step was not without reason. Although Chief Escort Li and Lady Ruan had a reputation in the martial arts world, they couldn't find the murderer, couldn't get the goods back, and couldn't afford to pay the money. They had already lost the moral high ground. Why should they fight against our Grand Commandant's Mansion?" Lu Qian said, "Chief Escort Li sought help everywhere but couldn't get any, so he had no choice but to come to Your Excellency for help. Steward Fu and I discussed letting him kneel at the Grand Commandant's Mansion for several days without seeing him, waiting until his temper was worn down before secretly reminding Chief Escort Li to have Lady Ruan come to our door to beg."

"Chief Escort Li isn't a three-year-old child; he naturally understands the implications. If he agrees, the matter is three-tenths done. If Lady Ruan is willing to come, it's another three-tenths done. I've already inquired beforehand; Lady Ruan appears generous on the outside, but inside she's vain and greedy for wealth. Given any room for maneuver, she won't be willing to end up bankrupt. However, if I approached her rashly, she might not be willing to lower herself to comply with the young master's demands. So, I let her visit a few times, only claiming she wanted to file a lawsuit."

"Even a wooden person could see Lady Ruan's eagerness. When I thought the time was right, I had her come to see the young master at night. If she agreed, the matter was nine-tenths done. Sure enough, when they met, the young master only gave a hint, and I easily won her over, fulfilling his wish."

Lu Qian laughed, "This plan isn't anything special. It might not work on others, but Chief Escort Li is a man of little responsibility, and Lady Ruan is shameless; it worked perfectly."

"Shameless, well said!" Gao Yanei laughed heartily. "These江湖人 (jianghu people) are utterly shameless." Lu Qian said, "Even if Lady Ruan knew shame and chastity, she wouldn't care if she encountered someone as wealthy as you, sir."

Gao Yanei chuckled, "That slut has such a beautiful, fair complexion."

Lu Qian said, "If you want to play with her for a while longer, you might as well give her some sweets..." As he spoke, Lu Qian lowered his head and whispered in Gao Yanei's ear.

Gao Yanei said nonchalantly, "It's just a few official positions and a little salary; I don't have to pay out of my own pocket." He stroked his chin, revealing a lewd grin, "Once Lady Ruan sends her daughter here, I'll see if there's anything different about them..."

Lu Qian said, "With your methods, sir, it wouldn't be difficult to get them to share a bed."

Cheng Zongyang lay on the beam, his eyes slightly narrowed, his breathing as faint as a whisper. I had already guessed that the robbery of the escort agency was suspicious, but I never expected that Lu Qian, that scoundrel, would be so cunning. With a little trickery, he made Gao Yanei easily get his hands on Ruan Xianglin and even set his sights on Li Shishi.

Upon discovering that this wasn't a gathering of the Black Demon Sea, Cheng Zongyang's initial worries vanished. Although these young thugs had many henchmen, apart from Lu Qian, Cheng Zongyang didn't take the others seriously—after the bloody battle in Jiangzhou, these thugs weren't even worthy of being his opponents.

"A melon that's been eaten before, no matter how sweet, isn't fresh anymore," Gao Yanei said, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. "Lu Qian, how's things going with Lady Lin?"

Lu Qian bowed and replied, "Everything's ready."

"That barbarian Lin Chong tried to steal my woman, I'll make him pay!"

Lu Qian gave a thumbs-up. "Young Master, you have guts!"

Gao Yanei said, "After it's all done, you'll get your share of the credit!"

Lu Qian said, "It's all thanks to Young Master's excellent guidance, I dare not take credit!"

Gao Yanei said smugly, "Little Lu, following me, you won't suffer."

"Thank you for your guidance, young master!"

Gao Yanei stroked his chin and said, "These women from the Ruan family are quite something! I've already had my way with Lady Ruan, then her sister Lady Lin, and her tender daughter... hehe..."

Lu Qian laughed, "There are many wealthy men in Lin'an City, but your three-birds-with-one-stone strategy is truly unique. Two sisters from the Ruan family, plus a beautiful daughter—if you succeed, it will not only be a great blessing but also a legendary tale."

Gao Yanei laughed heartily, "Where is Lady Ruan?"

"She's already here, waiting outside to serve you."

"Let her in!"

"Yes!" Lu Qian clasped his hands and said, "This subordinate takes his leave."

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