Rebirth of a Stunning Beauty (Complete) - 13

~Chapter 1 How Did You Die, Section 1~

Song Wu arrived at the carriage driven by Di Wugong. Under the horses' bellies lay two humanoid figures with disheveled hair, draped in animal skins, resembling savages.

One of them, a bearded man whose age was indeterminate, was embracing another, seemingly unconscious woman, groaning strangely.

Song Wu and Di Wugong exchanged a glance. Di Wugong shrugged nonchalantly, saying, "It's not my fault. They suddenly rushed from the roadside and ran right into the horses' hooves. What's there to be afraid of? They just bumped into two savages, didn't kill them. A little medicine will do the trick."

He paused, then continued, "These two don't know martial arts; they're probably not assassins."

Song Wu nodded, trusting Di Wugong's keen eyesight. "The Upright and Honest Lord" Di Wugong, known as "Eagle Eye," possessed not only exceptional eyesight but could also instantly discern whether someone knew martial arts.

Song Wu dismounted, intending to personally drag the two "savages" out from under the horse's belly. But the moment his hand touched the male savage, the man cried out in pain, "It hurts so much! Ouch, it hurts so much! Oh my sister, why aren't you awake? Has your soul already departed for heaven? Return, soul, return! (trembling voice) You, you unscrupulous bastards, speeding on this narrow road, you're practically treating human life like dirt! You're murdering the innocent!"

Song Wu was taken aback, realizing these two could speak human language; they weren't savages after all. He smiled wryly, "Brother, where are you injured? May I examine you? I've been immersed in medicine for many years and am quite skilled in healing..."

"No, no," the male savage impatiently interrupted Song, raising his head and extending a dark hand, looking at him with fervent, yearning eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

When Song Wu first saw the male savage's graying temples, he assumed he was quite old and even addressed him respectfully as "brother." But now, looking into the savage's eyes, the gaze and the lines around his eyes clearly indicated he was a young man no more than twenty. He immediately regretted calling this young fellow "brother." Although his beard was longer and his hair was grayer, he looked at least forty years younger than him! At this moment,

the savage extended his dark hand to Song Wu, grinning, and said, "You seem like a kind old gentleman; you shouldn't be a bad person. How about this, just give me a little money, and I'll go get the medicine myself."

Song Wu was taken aback: "What?"

The savage immediately became displeased, his smile vanishing, and he said unreasonably, "What, you don't have to pay compensation for injuring someone? Medical expenses, emotional distress compensation, nutritional expenses, etc., all added up, just give me ten thousand taels of silver. I'm a kind man..." "I don't want more, but you'd feel bad if I gave you too little, wouldn't you?"

Hearing this, Di Wugong flew into a rage: "Old Song, this kid is unreasonable! He's clearly trying to rob us!"

The savage said sarcastically, "Oh, what a huge accusation! Did I rob you? Did I carry a knife? Did I say I planted this tree, or opened this road? Don't underestimate your age; I'll sue you for defamation if you talk nonsense!"

Di Wugong roared in anger, jumped off the carriage, and raised his whip as if to strike.

Before the whip could fall, the savage cried out, his eyes rolled back, and he shouted, "Someone's been killed!" His head lolled to the side, feigning death.

Song Wu and Di Wugong exchanged glances, realizing they had encountered a rogue, and both shook their heads with bitter smiles.

Song Wu, being on a journey and amidst the chaos of war in Lingnan, didn't want to cause trouble. He pulled out several silver notes from his satchel and said, "Young brother, I'm also currently in dire straits and know the suffering of those in distress. Here's the ten thousand taels of silver you wanted!"

The savage immediately opened his eyes, nimbly scrambled to his feet, grabbed the silver notes from Song Wu, counted them, and said, "Thank you!" Then he said to the savage woman lying on the ground, "Xiao Xue, you've got the money, you can get up now."

The savage woman... They sprang out from under the horse's belly, and the two of them darted to the roadside. The savage man waved a silver note at Song Wu and Di Wugong, laughing, "Have a safe journey and a pleasant trip! Also, you're too generous, old man. You should at least haggle a bit with others! If you were this generous with everyone you bumped into, you probably wouldn't have any money left before you even reached your destination."

Song Wu looked at the two savages, who showed no signs of abnormality whatsoever, with a wry smile and shook his head repeatedly.

Di Wugong smirked and said to Song Wudao, "I told you, we've run into some highway robbers. Damn it, Old Song, we have to get the silver notes back! Otherwise, if people find out that we were swindled out of our silver by two petty thieves in front of you, Old Song, and the Five Eccentrics, we'll be finished!"

Song Wudao smiled bitterly, "It's quite an achievement for them to swindle money from me. Besides, how can I take back the silver I've given away? Ten thousand taels is nothing, just a small amount, not worth much."

As they talked, one got into the carriage, and the other mounted a horse.

Di Wugong sat in the carriage, one hand gripping the whip cord, the other raising the whip. He glared menacingly at the savage man and said, "If it weren't for your pitiful state, with no clothes to wear, I would have whipped you to death!"

The savage man chuckled and said, "Try whipping me! Let me tell you, young master, seeing how generous you are, I know you have a lot of silver on you. I originally had wicked intentions. Heh heh, do you old men really think you can beat young master?" "Me? Look at my arms and legs, aren't they much stronger than yours? I could easily take on six of you. If it weren't for that old man Song's good character, I would have really robbed him outright."

He then slyly glanced at the wooden box on Song Wu's back, saying, "Old man Song, be careful when you're out and about. Don't flaunt your wealth! Also, is there a treasure in that box? You'd better watch out, don't let any bad guys steal it!"

Song Wu's eyes turned cold, a hint of murderous intent seeping into the savage's gaze. It didn't matter if they coveted his money, but anyone who dared to covet the "Dragon's Roar" in the box on his back would be punished!

But to everyone's surprise, the savage, under Song Wu's chilling gaze, remained completely unfazed, waving with a grin and saying, "Goodbye, young master, I won't see you off!"

Song Wu immediately suppressed his murderous intent, wondering if he had misjudged the young savage. Was this young savage truly up to no good? "Yes, that must be it. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he's quite strong. If he's truly wicked, he might actually try to rob us." Although Song Wu and the others were all highly skilled, in the eyes of someone who didn't know martial arts, they were just six old men with white hair and beards.

Without saying anything more, he spurred his horse forward. Di Wugong and the other two also drove their carriages.

The savage watched the three carriages, led by Song Wu, file away, then haphazardly stuffed the silver notes into his pocket, grabbed the savage woman's hand, and headed in the opposite direction from Song Wu and the others, loudly reciting as he went: "Heroes rise and fall with the times, once you enter the martial world, years fly by. Grand ambitions and great achievements are discussed in laughter, unlike life's fleeting moments of drunkenness."

The poem, bold yet tinged with melancholy, and possessing an unparalleled open-mindedness, reached Song Wu's ears. Song Wu was secretly astonished, thinking to himself, "This savage seems unremarkable, but I never expected him to have such sentiments!"

Sitting in the third carriage, Song Qing, who hadn't initially heard the savage bargaining with Song Wu and Di Wugong, suddenly trembled after hearing the savage's chant. Her already pale face turned even whiter, but her eyes shone with an unusual light.

She hurriedly cried out, "Uncle Jin, stop the carriage! Stop the carriage quickly!"

Jin Guixian, one of the five friends driving the carriage, stopped the carriage upon hearing the commotion. Inside, Song Zhangshi asked with a hint of surprise, "Qing'er, you..." She had intended to say that you were finally willing to speak, but after thinking about it, she felt it was inappropriate and changed her words to, "What is it? Why are you in such a hurry to stop the carriage?"

Song Qing quickly regained her composure. She glanced at Song Zhangshi and asked, "Mother, do you know who sang that poem just now?"

Song Zhangshi replied, "I don't know either." She knocked on the carriage door and asked Jin Guixian through the door panel, "Brother Jin, Qing'er wants to know who sang that poem just now."

Song Zhangshi had naturally heard the poem as well and was also puzzled. She wondered if Qing'er had recognized the literary talent of a stranger based on just a few lines of poetry.

Just then, Jin Guixian said from outside, "It was a savage who sang that. He just extorted ten thousand taels of silver from Brother Song."

Song Qing asked anxiously, "Where is that savage now? Please ask Uncle Jin to invite him over. I want to ask him a few questions."

Madam Song advised, "You are a lady of a respectable family. How can you meet a savage who extorts money? It's better not to!"

Song Qing stubbornly shook her head and said, "Mother, that savage is so eloquent. How could he be a petty extortionist? He must have encountered some difficulties. I must see him today, otherwise I will be uneasy for the rest of my life."

Madam Song had no choice. She always indulged her daughter, and in her opinion, a savage who could recite poetry couldn't possibly be that savage.

“Brother Jin, please invite that savage here for Qing’er. She has something to ask him.”

Jin Guixian responded and said to Song Wu, who had just arrived at the carriage, “Old Song, Qing’er wants to see that savage. I suppose she heard those few lines of crooked poetry and was moved by his talent.”

Song Wu had come to check after Jin Guixian’s carriage suddenly stopped. Hearing Jin Guixian’s words, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Qing’er has always been very picky. What could possibly be worthy of her attention would be crooked poetry? Oh well, everything must be done to Qing’er’s liking. Even if he’s just a petty thief, if Qing’er wants to see him, then let her.” "Go ahead and see her!"

With that, he spurred his horse and chased after the two savages who had already gone several dozen feet away, saying as he ran, "Please wait, gentlemen, I have something to discuss with you!"

The two savages stopped. The male savage, holding the female savage's hand, looked back at Song Wu and laughed, "What, do you want your money back now?"

Song Wu caught up with the two savages, stopped his horse, and said, "Young brother, you misunderstand. I... cough, well, my daughter would like to invite this young brother to a chat."

As he said this, Song Wu was truly displeased. What would it look like if word got out that the refined young lady of the Song family was going to meet a disheveled savage?

But Song Wu had no choice. His daughter was about to turn twenty, and life was getting shorter and shorter. Whatever her wish was, he should try his best to fulfill it!

After hearing Song Wu's words, the savage asked suspiciously, "What does your daughter want to see me for? Does she know that I, young master, am handsome, dashing, and unparalleled in the world?" As he spoke, he stroked his full beard with a rather narcissistic air. "But judging from your age, your daughter must be an old woman in her forties, right? Hehe, I'm not interested in women over forty. Farewell, no need to see me off!" With that, he turned and left.

Song Wu, angered by the man's rambling nonsense, said in a deep voice, "Young brother, I have treated you with courtesy. Why must you speak so rudely? My daughter, Song Qingnian, is only seventeen, not some old woman in her forties!"

The savage turned around, grabbed the woman, and headed towards the carriage, saying as he walked, "A seventeen-year-old girl, we should still see her. She's in the prime of her life. Even if she's not conventionally beautiful, youth is the most beautiful thing."

Of all the savage's words, only the last one was acceptable to Song Wu. However, Song Wu was puzzled. His daughter was clearly the most famous beauty and talented woman in Lingnan; how could she be unattractive? "You ignorant brat, I won't stoop to your level!"

Song Wu led the two savages to Song Qing's horse and said, "You can get on."

The male savage pulled the female savage towards the carriage, but Song Wu said, "I told you to get on, she stays."

The male savage glanced at Song Wu and said indifferently, "Either we both get on, or neither of us gets on."

Song Wu was annoyed, but then he heard Song Qing's voice: "Father, let them both get on."

His daughter, who hadn't spoken to him for seven days, suddenly spoke. Song Wu was flattered and dared not stop the two savages anymore.

The two savages boarded the carriage, and Song Wu said, "We'll be right outside. If you dare harm my daughter, hmph..."

The male savage rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention, and pushed open the carriage door, then he and the female savage ducked into the carriage.

As soon as the savage man entered the carriage, he glanced at Song Qing and Song Zhangshi inside, and said with a grin, "Good evening, ladies! I wonder which one of you wishes to see me? Hmm, this young lady looks rather young; I suppose you're the one who wants to see me. What brings you here?"

As he spoke, he pulled the savage woman to sit down next to Song Zhangshi, staring intently at Song Qing.

~Chapter One: How Did You Die, Section Two~

Song Zhangshi felt a pungent, strange odor assault her nostrils and frowned, saying, "You…"

The savage man glanced at Song Zhangshi and interrupted her, "Madam, are you implying that I have no manners? Admittedly, it's rather impolite of me to sit here uninvited, but I had no choice! You see how tall I am; I can't keep bending over to talk to you, can I? Although I'm not the best person, I still know the principle of 'better to break than bend.'" "Besides,"

said Song Zhangshi, "you invited me here to speak, so of course I should be the one to sit here. Now that I've taken the initiative to sit down, it saves you a formality and a few words." Song Zhangshi continued, "I..."

The savage man immediately interrupted her, "If you want to apologize to me, Madam, there's no need. I'm quite magnanimous; I don't hold grudges. Alright, enough of this small talk, let's get down to business. I'm very busy and don't have much time for idle chatter, so just say what you have to say!"

Song Zhangshi was exasperated. She hadn't said a single word of nonsense! From beginning to end, it was this savage man who had been talking, and now he was telling her not to waste time—what kind of logic was that?

Song Zhangshi was unaware that these two savages had lived in isolation for three years. Although they often spoke to each other, one had the mental capacity of a five or six-year-old, so how could the other possibly have the capacity for such extensive conversation?

Furthermore, the male savage was naturally a chatterbox; he would feel restless if he didn't talk for a day, yet he couldn't just spout nonsense to the female savage. Therefore, now that he had seen the light of day again and encountered several living people, he naturally wanted to talk at length, fully indulging in the pent-up emotions of the past three years!

Needless to say, these two savages were Qin Ren and Ye Yingxue.

The two had been wandering in that valley for three years, thinking it would take at most another year, or at least a month, to find a way out. Who knew that seven days ago, they followed a southwest-facing valley path for seven days and actually found the way out!

Overjoyed, the Third Young Master led Ye Yingxue up a slope of about forty-five degrees and climbed out of the valley, from sunrise to sunset. What

the Third Young Master didn't know was that during his three years wandering in the valley, he had already traversed several mountain ranges along that intricate network of valley paths, leaving the northern Yan Province and reaching all the way to the southwest. That southwest-facing valley led him to Lingnan, thousands of miles away from Yan Province!

Finally seeing the light of day again, the Third Young Master's immediate priority was to acquire some silver; money was paramount in the martial world.

He used to be extremely wealthy, always carrying millions of taels of silver notes and hundreds of thousands of taels of gold notes. But after three years at the bottom of the valley, even his clothes had been completely eroded by the dampness; how could those gold and silver notes have survived? Naturally, they had all rotted away.

Left with no other choice, the Third Young Master had to imitate the petty thief injured in a car accident in his previous life, lying in wait by the roadside for

the victim to pass by. This led to the incident where Di Wugong knocked down the two, and Song Wu was forced to pay ten thousand taels of silver in compensation. Now, the Third Young Master and Ye Yingxue sat in the carriage, the animal hides they wore emitting a pungent odor, making Song Zhangshi feel extremely uncomfortable.

Song Qing, however, seemed completely oblivious, her beautiful eyes constantly scrutinizing the Third Young Master, who, in turn, stared back with great interest at her.

Looking into the Third Young Master's eyes, Song Qing sensed that this man was far from simple. She was quite confident in her appearance; most men, upon first seeing her, would be stunned, almost to the point of nosebleeds.

But the Third Young Master was different. Although he was also looking her up and down, she sensed that his gaze was filled with appreciation and admiration, like admiring a beautiful flower, without the slightest hint of lewdness or lust.

What Song Qing didn't know was that the Third Young Master's current level of discernment was far beyond that of ordinary people. Aside from the Nine Yin Saintess, whose enchanting arts and seductive skills were unparalleled, truly capable of leaving the Third Young Master speechless, no other woman, no matter how stunning or alluring, could possibly make him show even a hint of infatuation.

The Third Young Master also held Song Qing in high regard. In his eighteen years of reincarnation in the Great Qin Empire, he had seen and been with many beautiful women, but he had never encountered a woman as pure and untainted as Song Qing.

How could he describe her? The Third Young Master searched his mind for the right metaphor.

Yes, like pure water, like water that has undergone dozens of filtrations, where the dross has been removed, leaving only the essence. The woman before him radiated pure beauty from head to toe.

The two exchanged glances, and Song Qing said, "Mother, could you please sit in Second Mother's carriage for a while? I have something I'd like to discuss with this…"

The Third Young Master said, "Qin San." Song

Qing nodded and said, "Let's talk to this Young Master Qin San." Madam Song

hesitated for a moment, then looked at Song Qing, then at the Third Young Master and Ye Yingxue, and said, "Qing'er, this..."

Song Qing smiled and said, "It's alright, Father and Uncle Jin are just outside the carriage, nothing will happen."

Madam Song finally nodded and stepped out of the carriage. After the carriage door closed, Song Qing looked at Ye Yingxue again and said, "Young Master Qin, may I ask how this lady is addressed?"

The Third Young Master patted Ye Yingxue's head, who was resting against his lap, and said, "She's mine, well, how should I put it, for now she's my little sister! And... she doesn't know anything, she doesn't understand anything."

Song Qing nodded and said, "That means you can say anything without worry."

The Third Young Master nodded seriously: "Indeed, you can say anything without worry, as long as you're not afraid your father will hear outside, even if you tell me you want to marry me, it's fine."

Before Song Qing could speak, Song Wu's roar came from outside: "Boy, I can tolerate your nonsense to this old man, but if you dare to be disrespectful to my daughter, I will not let you off easily!" The

Third Young Master spread his hands, his eyes sincere, and said: "See, I haven't said anything, and your old man is already angry."

Song Qing sighed inwardly, thinking that even if this person was really on my side, so what? His character was really not good. But upon closer thought, something didn't seem right. If this person was really a rogue, how could he be so calm and unmoved when he saw me?

"Father, what I will discuss with this Young Master Qin later may be too mysterious. If you and Uncle Jin hear it, please don't overthink it or ask me what happened. If you cannot agree to these two points, please leave for a while." Song Qing lifted the curtain and said calmly.

Song Wu paused for a moment, then nodded somewhat reluctantly, saying, "Qing'er, you can talk to him without worry, Father won't interrupt."

Song Qing smiled at Song Wu, a smile that instantly made Song Wu's heart flutter with joy, inwardly shouting, "My daughter is smiling! My daughter is smiling!"

Hearing Song Qing's words, the Third Young Master felt increasingly puzzled. This woman dared to stay in the small carriage with him, who was now like a wild man, and her words were also inexplicable.

The Third Young Master even secretly wondered, could this little girl really want to offer herself to me? But although I am handsome, my current appearance is still somewhat lacking, and I cannot display my charming demeanor! Could it be... that this little girl doesn't like anything else, but prefers the wild man type? While the

Third Young Master was still lost in thought, Song Qing had already parted her lips slightly and said, "So that Young Master Qin may know, my surname is Song, and my given name is Qing." The reason I invited you here, young master, is because I heard you recite those four lines of poetry. "Heroes rise and fall with the times, once you enter the world of martial arts, years fly by. Grand ambitions and hegemony are discussed in jest, life is not like a fleeting dream." Such a spirit is indeed not found in ordinary people. May I ask, young master Qin, where did you hear this poem? Why is it that I, a woman who has read countless classics and historical records, have never encountered such a poem?

The Third Young Master waved his hand and said, "I just recited it offhand, offhand. It's not recorded in the classics and historical records, so naturally you wouldn't have seen it."

Song Qing's eyes burned with anticipation: "So, you composed this poem yourself, young master?"

The Third Young Master chuckled and said, "I wouldn't say I composed it myself. Although I have some literary talent, poetry is not my forte. Well, this poem can barely be considered a recitation of a previous work, although no one in the Qin Dynasty knows of it, it wasn't my original creation." Song Qing pressed on, "

Then, may I ask, young master, who is the original author of this poem? Could you please tell me?"

The Third Young Master stammered, "This…"

Song Qing continued, "I just heard you recite it, young master, and the poem is incomplete. After much thought, I suspect this poem only sang the first part, and the second part is missing. Therefore, I have taken the liberty of adding the second part, and I humbly request your guidance. My version is: 'Sword drawn, riding a horse, wielding a rain of ghosts, white bones piled high, birds startled into flight. The mortal world is like a tide, people like water, only alas, how many return from the martial world?'"

The Third Young Master initially pretended to hum along, but after listening and reflecting, he trembled violently!

He abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Song Qing, like two sharp bolts of lightning, as if trying to penetrate her heart through her eyes, to see her soul, to explore her memories!

Facing the Third Young Master's sharp gaze, Song Qing remained fearless, a smile on her face that seemed to be a mixture of relief, sorrow, excitement, and exhilaration. Her hands were clenched tightly together, twisting the hem of her clothes with such force that it tore.

The Third Young Master took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, and recited: "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

Song Qing's eyes shone, and she said in a trembling voice: "Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, black as silk in the morning, white as snow by evening?"

The Third Young Master leaned forward slightly, gripping the seat beneath him, his fingers digging deeply into the hard sandalwood, and said: "The great river flows eastward, its waves washing away countless heroes of the past, west of the old fortress."

Tears welled in Song Qing's eyes as she continued: "People say it was the Red Cliffs of Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms period, where jagged rocks pierced the sky, and the surging waves crashed against the shore, churning up thousands of piles of snow."

The Third Young Master swallowed hard, moistening his dry throat, and continued, "Alas, Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi, lacking in literary talent. Tang Taizong and Song Taizu, slightly inferior in poetic flair." Song

Qing closed his eyes, two lines of tears welling up from the corners of his eyes: "Genghis Khan, the pride of his generation, only knew how to bend his bow and shoot eagles. All have passed away; to find truly remarkable figures, look to the present!"

The two inside recited poems back and forth, while Song Wu and Jin Guixian outside exchanged bewildered glances.

Jin Guixian shook his head and sighed softly, "Old Song, Qing'er seems to have...fallen for that wild boy!"

Song Wu murmured, "Unbelievable, unbelievable. It's always been Qing'er who composes poems to test others, but now someone is actually testing Qing'er with poems, and Qing'er is engaging in such enthusiastic exchanges... Impossible, impossible!"

However, what they heard next truly shocked Jin Guixian and Song Wu.

Song Qing sighed softly, saying, "I thought I was the only one in the world, but I never imagined there was another like you."

These words turned Song Wu's face ashen. Didn't her daughter's words mean she truly loved this young man? Just imagine, Song Qing, the "only one," meeting the "other" you—weren't they a perfect match? Tears

welled in Song Wu's eyes: "Heaven is blind! My daughter is a genius, yet unfortunately, she suffers from the Three Yin Meridians. Now, she has finally met a man whose literary talent rivals hers, and her life's most important matter is settled, but he is... he is a savage rogue who extorts and blackmails... Alas..."

At this moment, the Third Young Master's voice rang out again: "I originally thought the same as you, that I was the only one in the world who was different, but I never imagined you were like me."

Jin Guixian shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Well, now even that wild boy seems to have taken a liking to me." Leaving

aside Jin Guixian and Song Wu's heartbroken lamentations outside, let's talk about the Third Young Master and Song Qing. They stared at each other, one with a complex, weathered look, filled with affection and relief, the other with tears welling in his eyes, both excited and melancholic.

"You...is your family background good?" the Third Young Master suddenly asked.

At that moment, Song Wu and Jin Guixian immediately thought, "Damn, he's already asking about family background; looks like he's about to propose marriage!"

Song Qing replied, "Very good. My father is very prestigious and wealthy. He's always been extremely good to me, so I've never suffered much. What about you?"

The Third Young Master said, "My family is also a large and powerful clan, with many influential and prestigious members. Apart from these past three years, I haven't suffered a single hardship." Jin

Guixian and Song Wu exchanged a glance. Jin Guixian opened his mouth, then said softly, "We're already considering whether they're a good match. Old Song, that's wrong of you. How can you leave the choice of a husband to your daughter?"

Song Wu glared at Jin Guixian, his heart filled with bitterness, and remained silent.

Suddenly, the two heard the Third Young Master ask a shocking question: "How did you die?"

~Chapter 1 How Did You Die, Section

3~ Upon hearing the Third Young Master's words, Song Wu was instantly enraged.

He could say anything in front of him, even in front of Song Qing. He could tolerate it as long as his daughter said it. But the word "death" was absolutely unacceptable in front of Song Qing!

Although Song Qing didn't know he had a terminal illness, in Song Wu's heart, his daughter's "Three Yin Meridians" was a thorn, a thorn that caused him heartache and unease!

He deeply resented his inability to remove the threat of the "Three Yin Meridians" to his daughter. He hated himself for being the greatest general of the Seven Kingdoms, having killed countless people, yet unable to save even his own daughter!

Now, someone actually dared to ask Song Qing directly, "How did you die?" How could this not enrage Song Wu?

In his fury, Song Wu ripped off the box from his back, about to activate the mechanism and unleash the "Dragon's Roar," but Jin Guixian firmly held his hand down.

Jin Guixian shook his head at Song Wu, saying, "Old Song, you're out of your mind. Do you really need the 'Dragon's Roar' to kill a mere brat? I'll go and drag him out."

Song Wu took a deep breath, nodded, and slung the box back over his shoulder. Jin Guixian was about to push open the car door to grab the Third Young Master when Song Qing's words from inside stunned them.

"I... I was struck by lightning and died..." The voice was hesitant and shy, as if it were difficult to say. "Don't misunderstand, I've never done anything bad since I was little, I'm very well-behaved.

And you, how did you die?" The Third Young Master said, "Same as you, never did anything bad, but was struck dead by a bolt of lightning. My last words were a strong request to be resuscitated, because I thought it was still possible to save me..."

The two suddenly burst into laughter. The Third Young Master's laughter was unrestrained and wild, while Song Qing's voice was crystal clear.

Hearing the two laughing, Song Wu and Jin Guixian looked at each other in bewilderment. Jin Guixian sat back in the driver's seat and muttered, "What... what are they up to?"

Song Wu was even more speechless. How come he couldn't understand a word they were saying? How come his daughter wasn't angry after hearing that wild boy's outrageous words, but instead laughed so happily? In Song Wu's memory, even though the entire Song family doted on Song Qing and tried every means to make her happy, Song Qing had always been a very ladylike girl with a gentle smile. Why was she laughing so wildly like a wild girl now?

But it was precisely because of their laughter that Song Wu's anger gradually subsided. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he knew that this wild boy was the only one who could make his daughter, who hadn't spoken or smiled for seven days, so happy. If he rashly killed this wild boy, it was completely unknown when his daughter would smile again.

Inside the carriage, Ye Yingxue had been awakened by the laughter of the Third Young Master and Song Qing.

She covered her ears, rolled over, and muttered, "My dear brother, I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

The Third Young Master affectionately stroked her head and said, "Okay, sleep well, Xiaoxue. I won't disturb you anymore." He adjusted his posture slightly to make Ye Yingxue more comfortable in his arms, then whispered to Song Qing, "Let's keep our laughter down, don't disturb her."

Song Qing smiled and nodded, her pale face finally regaining some color. Song

Qing glanced at Ye Yingxue and asked, "Who...who is she to you?"

The Third Young Master gently stroked Ye Yingxue's head and said, "She's my woman, and also a pitiful woman."

A hint of melancholy appeared on Song Qing's face, but she quickly concealed it and asked, "What have you been doing all these years?"

The Third Young Master was immediately embarrassed to speak. He couldn't very well tell Song Qing, "When I was a child, I was a young master at home, then I became a womanizer, and now I've been a Casanova for three years!" Shyly and slowly, she said, "I... I was a young master for fifteen years, and then I lived as a savage with Xiaoxue for three years."

Song Qing covered her mouth and chuckled. She suddenly felt that she had laughed more today than in the previous seventeen years combined.

"Actually, I'm pretty much the same as you, I was a young lady at home for seventeen years..."

The Third Young Master suddenly stroked his beard and grinned mischievously, "Miss Qing'er, you can't use the word 'young lady' carelessly~~ especially when you add 'lived' before it..."

Song Qing blushed immediately and scolded, "You... why are you thinking about such dirty things? Say something serious. Hmm, in which year were you struck by lightning, and what did the judge say to you?" The

Third Young Master said with a bitter expression, "In 2005, on National Day, I had just received a manuscript fee and was about to go out for a treat when there was a robber across the street who robbed two people with a knife. That day, it was said that the Thunder God was in a good mood and decided to take care of things in the mortal world, so he sent down a lightning bolt to strike the robber, but who knew it would hit..." "It hit me. That judge was even more infuriating, saying that Thor was drunk and dizzy, which is why he missed. He apologized and shirked responsibility. He even said I had a lifespan of 150 years and deliberately congratulated me. Poor me, I was only 23 when I died!"

Song Qing smiled, "It seems I'm much luckier than you. I was hit one day in May 2006. The judge told me it was because Thor's colleague had a baby and drank a little too much... But I died at 20. The judge told me that I only had a lifespan of 40 years in my previous life, so I just died 20 years early."

The Third Young Master was smiling and nodding when his expression suddenly changed. He said, "Because I have a lifespan of 150 years, I can make up for 127 years in this life, but you..."

Song Qing suddenly stopped the Third Young Master with a look. She smiled, raised a slender index finger, and wrote a sentence in the air, word by word: "I am 17 this year, and I still have three years of good life. Don't say it out loud, lest my father be sad."

The Third Young Master's expression was solemn, a faint sorrow hidden in his eyes. He nodded heavily, and traced lines in the air with his finger: "You only have three years left, aren't you afraid?"

Song Qing wrote: "For someone who has already died once, what is there to fear about dying again? In my previous life, I was indeed utterly despondent when I died, but in this life, I have lived a rich and fulfilling life, and I have a loving family. I have no regrets in this life."

The Third Young Master shook his head and sighed inwardly, his heart filled with extreme sadness. He had finally met someone with a similar experience, and he thought he could find a kindred spirit in the world, but who knew that this beautiful woman only had three years left to live.

Thinking of this, the Third Young Master suddenly had an idea and wrote: "Three years can be long or short. Forgive my impertinence, but would Miss Qing'er be willing to spend this life with me? I promise to make these three years of Miss Qing'er rich and fulfilling, leaving her with the most beautiful memories of her life."

This was the most direct confession, tantamount to a direct marriage proposal. In the past, when the Third Young Master saw a beautiful woman, his first thought was how to put her on his bed. Now, after Qiu Ruomei, he had fallen deeply in love with another woman.

This love might stem from pity, or from a profound loneliness, but none of that mattered. What mattered was being with this girl, accompanying her through her remaining three years.

Song Qing shook his head and wrote, "I have only three years left in my life. I shouldn't, and cannot, spend them with anyone. Without love, those three years would feel like an eternity. With love, even after three years, I don't want my beloved to bear the sorrow of my departure."

The Third Young Master lowered his head, looking dejected. But after a moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp, lightning-like light.

If Song Wu had seen the Third Young Master's gaze now, he would have been utterly astonished. Because such a gaze was not something someone without martial arts skills could produce.

Then, the Third Young Master slowly wrote: "Fate is not unchangeable. If fate is predetermined from birth, why did we both die unjustly in our past lives? Gods do not always fully understand everything in the world. If Gods are omnipotent, why does the Thunder God get drunk every year? Perhaps, this time, God will forget to take your life back when your lifespan ends."

As he wrote, a smile suddenly appeared in the Third Young Master's eyes: "Besides, I have a lifespan of 127 years. Subtracting the 18 years already passed, I have 109 years left. I can share half of these 109 years with you. That way, we can each live a long time longer." Song Qing

smiled faintly and wrote: "Gods won't make a second mistake. You can't share your lifespan with me either; you're not Sun Wukong, you can't fight your way to the underworld to change the Book of Life and Death." The

Third Young Master wrote: "Regardless..." "Well, please believe me, and please remember me, because your future life will be more wonderful because of me."

Before Song Qing could even reply after writing this, Song Wu, who had been suspicious of something amiss due to their prolonged silence, finally couldn't help but call out, "Qing'er, why aren't you talking? What happened? If you don't speak, your father will come in!"

Song Qing quickly replied, "Father, Qing'er is fine. Qing'er was just testing her patience with this young master, seeing who would lose their temper first. Now, because of you, I've lost."

Song Wu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Losing isn't a big deal. Did you make any bets with this Third Young Master Qin?"

Song Qing said, "No bets. If we had made any, I would really blame you."

Song Wu chuckled loudly outside; nothing was better than his daughter talking to him.

After Song Qing finished speaking, the Third Young Master stood up and asked, "Miss Qing'er, where are you headed?"

Song Qing replied, "The capital of the Great Qin Kingdom, Tianjing City."

The Third Young Master smiled and nodded, saying, "I still have some matters to attend to. Once I've finished, I'll come to Tianjing City to find you immediately."

Song Qing smiled and said, "Doesn't Young Master Qin ask where Qing'er is staying in the capital? How can Young Master Qin find Qing'er if he doesn't know where she lives?"

The Third Young Master smiled confidently and said, "There's no one in the world that the Third Young Master of the Qin family can't find! Moreover, a woman as outstanding as you, no matter where she goes..." "Anywhere, you'll become famous in a very short time. I see your old man is both wealthy and has a dignified air; he must be someone of great importance and status. When I arrive in the capital, I'll only need to inquire a little to find out your whereabouts."

Song Qing nodded and said, "Young master has good eyesight. My father is the head of the Song family in Lingnan, Lord Longyin, Song Wu. Our family left Lingnan for the capital to escape the war in Lingnan. My father also intends to lead troops again to quell the chaos."

Upon hearing this prestigious name, the Third Young Master nearly trembled. However, his composure was now far greater than it had been three years ago. He calmly said, "Hmm, Lord Longyin, Song Wu, I'll remember that name. Such a powerful name, you must be quite famous, right? It'll be easy to find you. Miss Qing'er, I'll take my leave now, see you another day. I hope you remember what I said today. Although I've always been untrustworthy in the past, I have made a solemn oath."

After a pause, the Third Young Master, carrying the still-sleeping Ye Yingxue, walked out of the carriage. After opening the door, he turned back and recited the oath he had made: "I will make every word I have said come true."

After getting off the carriage, as the Third Young Master passed by Song Wu, Song Wu... He said, "Kid, that last sentence was pretty arrogant. But whether it was just empty boasting or if you really have the ability, only you know."

The Third Young Master stopped and said, "You're Song Wu, the Dragon Roar Lord, right? Your name is quite imposing. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Never underestimate a young man's potential'? My greatest advantage is my youth."

Then he chuckled softly, "I hear a ferocious beast roaring in your cage. It seems hungry... Your cage can't contain it. It craves blood and souls, but you've forcibly suppressed its nature! Hahahaha..."

With a long laugh, the Third Young Master strode away, heading in the opposite direction from Song Wu and the others. Song Wu stared at the Third Young Master's retreating figure with suspicion, his voice trembling as he said, "How is this possible... How could he hear the 'Dragon's Roar' calling for food?"

Jin Guixian was also shocked upon hearing this, saying, "Old Song, are you sure? This kid... can hear the roar of the dragon sealed by the 'Heavenly Seal'?"

Song Wu nodded solemnly, "I can't believe it either. Before the 'Dragon's Roar' was released from the 'Heavenly Seal,' even I couldn't hear its sound. This kid... who exactly is this kid?" While

the two elders were still speculating in surprise, the Third Young Master had already walked a long way away, laughing loudly, and sang wildly: "The smoke of war rises, the land to the north is viewed, the dragon rises and the horse neighs, the sword qi is like frost... hatred desires..." "Wild, with his long sword pointing the way, who could stand against him in twenty years of dominance..."

Hearing the Third Young Master's singing voice drift into the carriage through the carriage walls, Song Qing couldn't help but smile, muttering to herself, "Unexpectedly... his voice is quite nice. If I had such a good voice in my past life, I would definitely have become a superstar. Speaking of which, I still don't know what he looks like! A full beard, covering everything up..."

Then, she sighed softly, "Turning every serious word into reality, he's really quite arrogant! However, as a man reincarnated with memories, if he didn't have this kind of courage and responsibility, then life would be worse than death!"

~Chapter 1 How You Died, Section 4~

"Phew—now even the hair under my arms is shaved off..." The Third Young Master soaked in the large bathtub, comfortably applying soap to his smooth body.

His full beard was now completely shaved, and that so-called stunningly handsome face was once again revealed. His disheveled hair had been trimmed and styled into a neat bun.

He possessed a handsome, youthful face that would make any man past his prime envious, though his temples were already streaked with gray.

But the frost-covered hair only added to his weathered charm, and coupled with the melancholy and world-weary look in his eyes, the Third Young Master was no longer the handsome playboy who used to conquer the world.

Now, he was more deserving of the title of Casanova.

The Third Young Master and Ye Yingxue were currently staying at an inn in a small town on the border of Lingnan.

Although Lingnan was in turmoil due to war, it was a mountainous region, and the fighting mostly affected the cities and towns. Even bandits were reluctant to work in the mountains.

This small town, bordering Hebei Province, was unusually prosperous because the war hadn't yet spread there.

The town wasn't large, with only three to five hundred households, but it had many inns, hotels, shops, and restaurants. Located on a major transportation route between two provinces, the town naturally wanted to profit from the large flow of people.

When the Third Young Master and Ye Yingxue first arrived in town, they were thoroughly looked down upon. The town's only three constables, patrolling the streets, initially mistook them for itinerant bandits.

Although the Third Young Master had briefly dabbled in swindling a few days prior, he had no interest in the promising profession of banditry.

So, the Third Young Master arrogantly gave the three constables a sound beating, knocking out several teeth from each of them. Then, he slammed a two-thousand-tael silver note onto them, yelling, "Take me to the best inn in town! Find me a barber! And, according to my size, buy four sets of the best clothes, shoes, and socks. Hmm, underwear too! Use the rest of the money to see a doctor!"

The three constables were overjoyed, ignoring the beating the Third Young Master had just given them, and immediately began calling him "Master Third Young Master" with puffed-out cheeks and slurred speech. It truly lived up to the saying, "Money talks!"

What followed was simple: one constable took the Third Young Master to the inn, another went to find a barber, and the third went to

buy clothes. Two thousand taels of silver—after paying for the room, haircut, and clothes, there was still more than enough left to buy them a few gold teeth. How could they not treat the Third Young Master like royalty?

So, the most important thing in the martial world is "money"—an eternal truth!

While comfortably scrubbing away the grime, Ye Yingxue, yawning, walked naked around the screen and into the bathtub. Without a word, she jumped into the tub, snuggling against the Third Young Master in a coquettish manner, saying, "My dear brother smells so good! Little Xue wants to smell good too!"

Ye Yingxue's hair was also trimmed; the Third Young Master had personally given her a short, eyebrow-length haircut. Ye Yingxue, who usually exuded a strong, independent woman's aura, looked more like a charming young girl after the haircut, perfectly matching her current mental age.

Third Young Master and Ye Yingxue had already been intimate countless times over the past three years. Now, Ye Yingxue entered naked, her gentle and lovely body nestled into Third Young Master's arms, and he didn't react particularly.

He told jokes meant for kindergarten children, making Ye Yingxue giggle, while he used soap to lather her entire body, then vigorously scrubbed her.

After a while, Ye Yingxue's body went limp, her pretty face flushed, and she let out extremely alluring moans. It turned out that Third Young Master, wanting to clean her more thoroughly, had deliberately scrubbed several sensitive areas, particularly her private parts, which were difficult to clean and prone to accumulating bacteria and grime. Under his caresses, Ye Yingxue gradually became aroused.

With a splash of water, Ye Yingxue rolled over, her large breasts pressing against the Third Young Master's chest. She grabbed his manhood with her small hand and whimpered, "My dear brother, play, play, Xiaoxue wants to play!"

The Third Young Master, aroused by the pressure and friction of Ye Yingxue's breasts, was ready to thrust. Now that Ye Yingxue had made the offer, the Third Young Master gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, Xiaoxue, I'll risk my life to accompany you, and we'll have a great three hundred rounds!"

After a passionate encounter, Ye Yingxue nestled in the Third Young Master's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

The Third Young Master lay awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time.

Ji Province wasn't large; crossing it would lead back to Yun Province. His home, Xiaoyao Manor, was located in Lingyun Mountain in central Yun Province.

Three years had passed; everyone probably thought I was dead.

In these three years, I wondered how many tears my mother had shed. I was her most beloved youngest son!

Perhaps… perhaps my old man will lie to her, will keep the news of my falling off the cliff a secret. But with Mother's shrewdness, how long could he keep it a secret?

The old man values family above all else; though he may not say it, he's undoubtedly missing me terribly. Although he has three sons, he cherishes me the most, and the one most like him in his youth is still my third son. Maybe the old man will secretly wipe away his tears in a secluded place.

Hehe, the sight of Blood Hand Asura Covering the Sky crying must be quite funny, right?

By the way, I still don't know how the battle between Ximen Wudi and my father and uncle ended! They weren't finished fighting when I fell off the cliff; will they continue fighting afterward?

And what about the eldest and second eldest sons? Their martial arts must have improved considerably in the past three years, right?

I wonder how the eldest son's secret service is going; maybe he's been promoted, or maybe he's been dismissed for corruption. But, given the eldest son's character, would he be corrupt?

And then there's the second brother. He's got the spirit of a wandering knight, not suited for great things; roaming the martial world is his greatest passion. That Hua Taifu's daughter, though manipulated by Ximen Wudi to harm him once, surely he doesn't hold a grudge, right? I wonder if the second brother has already set off on his journey with his beloved daughter.

I wonder how those two old foxes, Qiao Wei and Uncle Li, are doing. Will those two old geezers go to Xiaoyao Manor?

And…and those women, and my cousin…could they be rushing to get married just because they thought I was dead?

Probably not. Damn it, three years have passed, and the eldest among them, Liu Piaopiao and my cousin, are only twenty-one this year—far too young to marry!

And that proud, snow-covered plum blossom, I wonder how she is. She's the only one who truly loves me, yet doesn't want to stay with me forever. For her, roaming the martial world is probably much more interesting than raising children at home!

Speaking of children… wait, I've been with quite a few women, especially Xiaoxue. We've done it many times in the past three years, and we've never used any contraception. But why hasn't she gotten pregnant yet?

Did Xiaoxue damage her head and lose her fertility?

Or is it because I… I'm azoospermia? Oh my god, this is terrible!

Does that mean I can forget about having children for the rest of my life? Damn it, can I be that unlucky? Hmm, I need to find a famous doctor to take a good look at me sometime. Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring. I don't want to be an unfilial person.

Thinking about this, the Third Young Master gradually fell asleep. In his sleep, a smile would sometimes appear on his lips, and tears would sometimes stream from the corners of his eyes. His smile was tinged with tears; he wondered what he was dreaming about.

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One morning half a month later, Qin Chaoren, the old servant of Xiaoyao Manor, carrying a broom, hummed a little tune and staggered to the manor gate, preparing to open it and sweep the open space outside.

As he opened the gate, he suddenly felt someone standing outside, grinning at him. Rubbing his somewhat dim old eyes, Qin Chaoren looked closely at the person, and after a while, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he screamed, "A ghost!" His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The Third Young Master, whom he suspected was a ghost, led Ye Yingxue swaggering into the manor. As he passed the unconscious Qin Chaoren, he said disdainfully, "So handsome, and you say there's a ghost? You're kidding!"

The Third Young Master entered the courtyard and headed towards the main house. Qin Shou, the old servant in charge of the medicine, was carrying the remnants of the aphrodisiac potion he had tested the previous night, preparing to throw it away, when he bumped into the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master grinned at Qin Shou, who immediately shouted, "I am strong and robust, brimming with yang energy, impervious to all evil, and ghosts flee from me!" Then he tilted his head back and drank half the remaining liquid clean, roaring, "Scared now?!"

The Third Young Master nodded, walked past Qin Shou, and continued on his way. Qin Shou, clutching his mutated and swollen genitals, howled like a ghost as he rushed out of the manor gate, heading down the mountain to find a brothel.

Along the way, the Third Young Master constantly greeted the family members he encountered—a smile, a wave, a "Hi, good morning."

And so, wherever the Third Young Master went, chaos ensued. Almost everyone either screamed that there was a ghost and fainted, or knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Humans have their paths, and ghosts have theirs! Third Young Master, may you have a safe journey in the underworld, and don't go astray... We've already burned hundreds of top-quality paper beauties for you, so please don't come up here to play with us anymore, we can't afford it!"

Passing through the main house and reaching the middle courtyard, a loud crash was heard as a ceramic jar shattered on the ground.

The Third Young Master looked in the direction of the sound and saw Du Xiaoyan standing blankly in the courtyard, a few pieces of steaming millet porridge still floating among the broken shards of the jar.

The Third Young Master smiled at Du Xiaoyan and said softly, "Xiaoyan, I'm back. Are you alright?"

Du Xiaoyan looked at the Third Young Master, swaying as she walked towards him, tears instantly streaming down her face, her complexion deathly pale.

"Qin Lang, is it really you? Have you come to take Xiaoyan away? Qin Lang, Xiaoyan has missed you for three years, praying every day that you would come and take her away. If it weren't for Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin's daily persuasion, Xiaoyan would have truly wanted to end her life. Now it's all right, you've finally come to take Xiaoyan away. Don't abandon Xiaoyan again. To the ends of the earth, to hell and the underworld, Xiaoyan will follow Qin Lang."

As she spoke, Du Xiaoyan had already walked up to the Third Young Master, throwing herself into his arms, tightly hugging his back, burying her head in his chest and bursting into tears.

The Third Young Master sighed inwardly. Du Xiaoyan was his first test subject after he became a Casanova, and therefore, of all the women, she was the one who loved him the most. Her love for him was truly profound. The Third Young Master still clearly remembered the scene when she was about to jump, but was pulled back by Uncle Li, and fainted in Uncle Li's arms from crying.

Only in the face of life and death can true feelings be revealed!

But... now Du Xiaoyan had clearly misunderstood as well.

The Third Young Master was annoyed, wondering if the ghost had come out in broad daylight. Although it was only early morning, the sun was already halfway up the sky!

Stroking Du Xiaoyan's head, the Third Young Master said affectionately, "Xiaoyan, I'm back, I'm really back! Not a ghost, not a phantom, but the real, living Qin Ren, your Qin Lang." A kind lie, though the affection might not be entirely genuine, but if a lie could bring happiness, the Third Young Master was willing to never tell the truth for the rest of his life.

This was the difference between the Third Young Master now and before. The Third Young Master of the past would never have thought of making others happy; he only thought about how to make himself more comfortable.

Du Xiaoyan suddenly stopped crying, looked up at the Third Young Master with a surprised expression, and said, "You...you're telling the truth?" Then the hand that was on the Third Young Master's back moved to his armpit and pinched him hard.

A heart-wrenching scream rang out. The Third Young Master

gasped, repeatedly crying out, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The Third Young Master was completely helpless. Women really are made of water. Otherwise, why would they shed so many tears?

"Thank goodness...you're still alive...sob...Qin Lang, do you know how worried we've all been about you these past three years? You're so mean, you're alive, yet you won't come back to see us even once..."

The Third Young Master was at a loss, wiping away Du Xiaoyan's tears while patting her shoulder to comfort her, saying incessantly, "Good Xiaoyan, good sister, don't cry. Shouldn't you be happy that I'm back? What kind of talk is this, crying like this? It's not that I didn't want to come back, it's just that I had no choice! Do you know that I lived like a savage in the valley for three years? Three years! Look, my hair has turned white...Although white hair makes me look more handsome, it also proves that I really had no choice..."

Just as he was comforting Du Xiaoyan, a cold snort suddenly rang out from the side: "No choice? I'm afraid not! I think you've been fooling around with this woman surnamed Ye for three years, so happy that you've forgotten your own name!"

~Chapter Two: The First Sprout of Decay, Section One~

'I definitely know.' Looking at Lianzhou Luo'er, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her face frosty and her eyes cold, the Third Young Master said solemnly, "Luo'er, you underestimate me, Qin Ren. How could I be such a heartless person? Look, I just escaped and rushed back to Xiaoyao Manor immediately." Lianzhou Luo'er

looked at the Third Young Master, noticing the graying temples that bore the marks of time.

He had truly suffered greatly.

Lianzhou Luo'er thought to herself.

But why was he still smiling? And why was that smile, so unpleasant, yet it gave one an indescribable warmth, like basking in the sunshine of early spring?

Seeing that smile, she felt a piece of the iceberg in her heart crumble. Three years of longing turned into uncontrollable tears that welled up in her eyes. She understood, she finally understood the question she had asked herself countless times over the past three years.

She had doubted her own feelings for the Third Young Master.

She traveled thousands of miles to hunt down the Third Young Master alongside Qin Ni'er. Was it out of love or hatred?

When the Third Young Master's overwhelming power enveloped her, threatening to drain her life, he abruptly withdrew his hand, allowing her sword to pierce his shoulder. Was she filled with the thrill of revenge, or the regret of wrongly harming her beloved?

Now she knew. Seeing the Third Young Master, whom she thought had been dead for three years, she knew everything.

Flowers fall and water flows, a shared longing, two places of sorrow. This sorrow has nowhere to be dispelled; it just descends from the brow only to rise again in the heart.

In truth, the young man had planted the seed of love in her heart the moment they first met. What she hated was that the young man disregarded the law, committing the evil deeds of a womanizer, and mistakenly taking her cousin.

This was the root of all misunderstandings; the young man's frivolousness and indulgence in women were the breeding ground for hatred.

But now, all of that had vanished after the young man fell off the cliff and was reborn.

Hate was gone, leaving only love.

Xiao Xiangyue arrived in the courtyard; Zhen Luo and Liu Piaopiao were also there.

Qin Xiaoyao, having been informed by a servant, walked in with feigned composure, but his trembling legs shattered the threshold as he stepped over it.

Tie Ling'er walked side-by-side with Qin Xiaoyao, her smiling face streaked with glistening tears. Had Qin Xiaoyao not supported her with trembling hands, she probably wouldn't have been able to walk.

Qiao Wei, Uncle Li, and Li Xiaoye rushed over like the wind. Qiao Wei laughed loudly from afar, his trembling voice a testament to his overwhelming excitement. Uncle Li, his white hair and beard flowing freely, had a warm smile in his eyes, making the old man seem ten years younger.

Li Xiaoye looked at the Third Young Master with a face full of joy. In the eyes of this dreamy, flower-loving girl, the Third Young Master seemed to have transformed into a rose blooming in the morning sun, radiating golden light.

The rising sun finally broke free from the pull of the mountains and leaped into the sky. The omnipresent golden sunlight gently poured down from the horizon, making the courtyard of Xiaoyao Manor incredibly warm.

The warm sunlight flowed like a flame in the hearts of those bathed in its rays, a burning passion for love, family, and affection…

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The Third Young Master, thoroughly drunk, returned to his room of fifteen years, attended by Xiao Xiangyue. He muttered to himself incessantly, sometimes laughing heartily, sometimes sobbing. Xiao Xiangyue listened to his ramblings with a smile, but beneath her radiant smile, two clear tears streamed down her face under the moonlight.

She was the Third Young Master's first woman, and besides Qiu Ruomei, the woman who understood him best.

She still remembered the words he uttered after their first lovemaking.

But today, she discovered that the Third Young Master had changed. He was no longer the carefree, fickle playboy.

Perhaps he was still heartless, but the Third Young Master now knew how to treat those who placed their love in him. Even if it's a lie, isn't a touching lie sometimes more comforting than the cold truth?

After entering the room and settling the Third Young Master on the bed, Xiao Xiangyue removed his clothes and carefully washed him with hot water. After covering him with the blanket, the completely drunk Third Young Master suddenly reached out his hand to her.

"Yue'er, come here."

"Third Young Master, is there anything else Yue'er can do for you?" Xiao Xiangyue lowered her head, her face flushed, and walked to the bedside.

The Third Young Master didn't speak, but stubbornly held out his hand, his eyes fixed intently on her.

Xiao Xiangyue hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and grasped the Third Young Master's hand.

The Third Young Master suddenly pulled her forward, causing her to fall onto the bed and into his arms.

The Third Young Master flipped over, pinning Xiao Xiangyue beneath him. His face wore the lewd smile he'd worn when he was a womanizer. He kissed her cherry lips, nibbled at her ear, and whispered, "Yue'er, you know me best. Now I promise you, from this day forward, I am no longer the Qin Ren of the past. The Qin Ren of the past fell off a cliff and died. The Qin Ren of the present will absolutely take responsibility for everyone who treats me sincerely."

Xiao Xiangyue closed her eyes slightly, nodded gently, and murmured an "Mmm," clinging tightly to the Third Young Master's broad back.

Heroes are often passionate, beauties are often alluring.

In the courtyard outside the Third Young Master's room, under the cool moonlight, Du Xiaoyan leaned against a small tree, staring intently at the dim light streaming through the window, her ears burning as she listened to the moans emanating from within. Suddenly,

Liu Piaopiao appeared behind her like a ghost, sighing softly, and said, "There's only one man, but so many women. Doesn't that make your ears burn?" "Want to share the spoils equally?"

Du Xiaoyan said shyly, "Sister Piaopiao, what are you saying! Sister Yue'er is Qin Lang's first woman, so naturally I should spend the night with her first."

Liu Piaopiao chuckled, then suddenly said resolutely, "I'm going to rush in."

Du Xiaoyan exclaimed, "What did you say?"

Liu Piaopiao looked at Du Xiaoyan and said, word by word, "I'm going to rush into the room and join forces with Yue'er to fight Brother Qin. Would you be willing to lend me a hand?"

Du Xiaoyan blushed and covered her ears, saying, "Oh, how embarrassing! Sister Piaopiao, how can you say such things? This is a private matter in the room, how can you... how can you..."

Liu Piaopiao smiled charmingly, "Happiness is something you have to fight for!"

With that, she strode towards the door with a righteous and resolute expression, as if she would go against a thousand men.

Du Xiaoyan thought and thought, but ultimately lacked the courage to rush forward like Liu Piaopiao. Just as she was about to return to her room, she saw Lianzhou Luo'er approaching again.

'Where did she go?' Lianzhou Luo'er asked Du Xiaoyan coldly, watching Liu Piaopiao's retreating figure.

Du Xiaoyan said shyly, 'Sister Piaopiao… she said she went to help Sister Yue'er…'

Lianzhou Luo'er gritted her teeth and said coldly, 'I didn't expect Liu Piaopiao to be so bold! Not only did she think the same thing as me, but she also attacked before me! No, I can't let her gain the upper hand! Xiaoyan, we both know martial arts, we can't possibly lose to Liu Piaopiao. Are you willing to rush in with me?'

Du Xiaoyan suddenly felt dizzy: 'Sister Luo'er, what… what…'

Lianzhou Luo'er scoffed lightly and said, 'That little thief Qin Ren… well, anyway, I've experienced this kind of situation once before, so another one isn't a big deal!' "If you don't want to go, I'll go and fight Liu Piaopiao and Xiao Xiangyue alone!"

With that, she strode towards the door with a righteous, resolute, and fearless expression.

Du Xiaoyan murmured, "How...how can they all be so bold? Although we're all江湖儿女 (jianghu children, meaning people from all walks of life), but..."

"But what?" Li Xiaoye suddenly appeared beside her like a ghost, uttering those words with a ghostly air.

Du Xiaoyan was startled. After recognizing Li Xiaoye, she patted her chest, let out a long sigh, and scolded, "Sister Li, why are you so elusive? Hey, what are you doing here? Are you going to be like Sister Piaopiao and Sister Luo'er..."

Li Xiaoye said disdainfully, "From the time I met Qin Ren until now, he hasn't even touched a single hair on my head. Do you think I would be as depraved as Lianzhou and Luo'er, treating a worthless man like a treasure? I came out to admire the moon tonight because the moonlight is so beautiful." "

But...but why did you come to Qin Lang's courtyard to admire the moon?" Du Xiaoyan asked, somewhat disbelieving.

Li Xiaoye smiled and said, "I took the wrong path. I'll go back now." She glanced towards the Third Young Master's door and said, "Xiaoyan, Liu Piaopiao was right just now. Happiness is something you have to fight for. The Third Young Master just returned tonight. If we miss this opportunity, if we're a step too late, the competition among the women might change."

Du Xiaoyan nodded knowingly. "Hmm, you're right...wait, didn't you say you took the wrong path? How come you heard what Sister Piaopiao said? Would it take this long to get lost?"

Li Xiaoye smiled awkwardly. "It did take a while. There's nothing I can do. The Xiaoyao Manor courtyard is too big. I can't get out in time. You hurry up and I'm leaving now!" With that, she ran out of the courtyard as if fleeing.

Du Xiaoyan glanced at Li Xiaoye's retreating figure, then at Liu Piaopiao, who had already reached the Third Young Master's door, and Lianzhou Luo'er, who was about to reach the door. She gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, nodded forcefully, and clenched her small fists, saying, "Happiness is something you have to fight for!"

Then, using her light-footed skill, she quickly chased after Lianzhou and Liu.

Inside the room, the Third Young Master, who was sweating profusely while battling Xiao Xiangyue, suddenly heard the door being kicked open with a bang.

Xiao Xiangyue gasped and buried her head in the blanket. The Third Young Master quickly grabbed a bra to cover his private parts, looking at the alluring Liu Piaopiao, the icy Lianzhou Luo'er, and the shy Du Xiaoyan.

"You... what do you want?" The Third Young Master looked at the three women in surprise, his voice unconsciously trembling. "Why are you barging into my room in the dead of night?" "Trespassing is a crime, you..."

At this point, the Third Young Master suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

He saw that Liu Piaopiao had already begun to undress.

Lian Zhou Luo'er also gritted her teeth for a while, then muttered to herself, "Should we knock the others out?" as she began to unbutton her clothes.

Du Xiaoyan said shyly, "Qin Lang, it's been three years since we last met, Xiaoyan is really... really..." As she spoke, she also began to undress!

The Third Young Master suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What...what exactly do you want?" The Third Young Master's voice trembled violently, even his thighs were shaking: "I...I'm not ready...there are too many people, help..." The last cry came as Liu Piaopiao rushed over with a fragrant breeze.

"Help...ooh..." The Third Young Master's mouth was covered by Liu Piaopiao's mouth, his hands were flailing wildly, but he felt himself grab a pair of soft, round, and extremely elastic, intoxicating objects. In his haste, the Third Young Master glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that what he was holding was Lian Zhou Luo'er's pair of beautiful breasts.

Lian Zhou Luo'er still had a cold expression, but her face had already turned red.

The Third Young Master was completely desperate. He forced his way out from Liu Piaopiao's two fiery red lips and cried out in a sob: "Heavens...why are you doing this to me, Qin Ren...so be it, today I, Qin Ren, will sacrifice myself for righteousness and serve the tigers...tigresses, remember, you must line up..."

The bed was very large, large enough to squeeze about ten people.

A man as fierce as a wolf and a woman as gentle as water yet as passionate as fire fought a desperate battle on another battlefield of life.

Their bodies rolled and overlapped on the bed, waves of flesh surging, moans and gasps filling the air.

Delicious cherries stood erect on the tongue, the spring tide in the valley overflowing with hot breaths, smearing flesh and sheets.

Trembling, yielding, bodies taut like bows, even the icy peaks crumbled by the powerful thrusts, the woman's frosty skin glowing with a fiery red light.

The room was filled with the scent of debauchery, the smell of their bodily fluids intensifying their lust. The hero, fighting four against one, used every trick in the book, countering each move, until all his enemies were subdued.

With a creak, the door latch had been kicked open, and the door, not properly closed, was pushed open again. The people on the bed, engrossed in their passionate battle, stopped abruptly, staring in astonishment at the newcomer.

The newcomer rubbed her sleepy eyes, pouted, and walked unhappily to the bedside. While taking off her clothes, she said, "My sweetheart is so naughty, playing with so many sisters without inviting Xiaoxue..."

"Close...close the door!" The Third Young Master shouted, looking at Ye Yingxue who was now completely naked.

"Who has time to close the door! Besides, anyone with sense would have left when they heard the noise..." Lian Zhou Luo'er pounced on the Third Young Master, about to straddle him, but Ye Yingxue pushed her away: "It's Xiaoxue's turn. You've all been playing for so long, don't steal Xiaoxue's sweetheart!"

"I...I...I'm going to die..." The Third Young Master's scream, whether pitiful or pleasurable, suddenly rang out from the wide-open door, carrying far through the night...

~Chapter Two: The First Sprouts of Decay, Section Two~

A gentle breeze blew, the night was cool as water.

In a secluded courtyard of Xiaoyao Manor, atop the tallest three-story pavilion, Li Xiaoye sat on the roof ridge, her chin resting on her hand, gazing blankly at the bright moon hanging above the mountaintop.

Occasionally, unsettling sounds drifted from a courtyard opposite the pavilion, the air thick with a palpable, unsettling scent.

But Li Xiaoye seemed oblivious.

Zhen Luo stood in the courtyard, looked up, then walked to the pavilion, pushed open the door, and entered. A moment later, she climbed onto the roof through the skylight, carrying a small lantern, and cautiously approached Li Xiaoye.

Hearing the tiles rattle behind her, Li Xiaoye turned around and saw Zhen Luo. She quickly got up to greet her, helping Zhen Luo up and saying, "Luo'er, why are you up here? You don't know martial arts; it's dangerous to walk on the roof."

Zhen Luo shook her head and smiled sweetly, "Sister Li, I saw you alone on the roof, seemingly burdened with worries, so I wanted to share your burdens."

Li Xiaoye helped Zhen Luo to the roof ridge and sat down, letting out a long sigh. She said, "I often come up to the roof alone to think. Besides the Third Young Master, you're the second person to notice me." "

Zhen Luo laughed, "So Sister Li was thinking about Third Young Master. Sister Luo and the others have all gone to Third Young Master's room, why didn't Sister Li go?"

Li Xiaoye's pretty face flushed red, and she scolded, "You little rascal, how come you're also speaking so carelessly like Third Young Master? Could it be that you spent some time with him and have become corrupted by him?"

Zhen Luo covered her mouth and laughed, "Sister Li, what you're saying is so unreasonable. In terms of the time I've spent with Third Young Master, I haven't even spent as much as Sister Li! Sister Li hasn't become corrupted, so how could I? Sister Li hasn't answered my question yet, don't change the subject!"

Li Xiaoye... Ye shook her head and said, "I'm different from you. You are all his women, but I am not. Although my godfather once intended to marry me to the Third Young Master, even now, I still don't know what my feelings for him truly are."

Zhen Luoxiang rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at Li Xiaoye, and asked, "Then what is your opinion of the Third Young Master, Sister Li?"

Li Xiaoye gazed at the bright moon, somewhat bewildered, and said, "I don't know either. When I first met the Third Young Master, I thought he was a dissolute playboy, a shameless scoundrel. But after spending some time with him, I find myself increasingly unable to understand him." Sometimes, he's like a wise man weathered by time; sometimes, he's like a deeply romantic poet; sometimes, he's like a great hero, standing tall and proud. But most of the time, he's like a lump of mud, someone you just want to hate.

Zhen Luo chuckled, "So, in Sister Li's heart, the Third Young Master has so many different images. How come Luo'er didn't see that?"

Li Xiaoye smiled wryly, "That's because you're young. When you see a man you like, you ignore all his flaws and only notice his good points."

Zhen Luo shook her head: Although Luo'er is young, she understands quite a lot. Luo'er feels that the Third Young Master isn't such a fickle person; he's simply straightforward and honest, doing whatever he pleases! He immediately expresses what he's thinking. Whether he's a wise man, a poet, a hero, or even just mud, it's merely a reflection of his different states of mind at different times. Even if someone as frank as him is forever just a lump of mud, he still has his endearing qualities!

Li Xiaoye chuckled, "Luo'er, it seems I underestimated you. I didn't expect that someone so young would have such profound thoughts..." "How unique. Oh, right, I suddenly remembered, since you're also one of Third Young Master's women, why don't you join Lianzhou and Luo'er tonight to curry favor with him? Tonight is Third Young Master's first night back in the mortal realm. If you don't seize the opportunity, it won't be worth it if they gain his favor later!"

Zhen Luo shook her head and smiled, "Luo'er doesn't like sleeping with many people. Even if I'm a woman, Zhen Luo doesn't want anyone other than Third Young Master to see my body. My beauty is reserved only for Third Young Master, and only shown to him. Besides..." Zhen Luo Suddenly, she lowered her head and said in an almost inaudible voice, "If the Third Young Master has no love in his heart, any woman will be the same to him, without distinction of closeness or distance. If he has love in his heart, even if Luo'er doesn't compete with other women for this fleeting moment of favor, he will still cherish Luo'er."

Li Xiaoye smiled and said, "Why does Luo'er need to think like that? Although I am naturally proud, I can no longer be proud in front of Luo'er. As for Lianzhou, Luo'er, and the other women, although they are all stunningly beautiful, which one can compare to you, Luo'er? Compared to you, they are all slightly inferior!"

Zhen Luo smiled and said, "Sister, there's no need to comfort me. Actually, I know that the reason Sister Li doesn't want to be with Third Young Master is because she understands his character. Third Young Master is the possessor of the 'Asura Demon Eye,' and he will surely achieve great things in the future. Whether he becomes the overlord of a country or a local lord, Third Young Master will have many women in the future. As the saying goes, the supreme are without love, and the most domineering are without ruthlessness. For a man like Third Young Master, women will always be just accessories. Even if he shows concern for us, it's just fulfilling a man's responsibility. In his heart, he is actually without love."

Li Xiaoye sighed, "Why is Luo'er so clear-headed? Even if the Third Young Master is only acting out of a sense of responsibility, not true love, isn't what women crave a man's care and love? In chaotic times, only men who wield supreme martial power can bring happiness to us ordinary women. Following the Third Young Master, even if we don't receive his true love, at least we can live a life of comfort, high position, and glory. But if someone is as clear-headed as Luo'er, then happiness will be greatly diminished."

Zhen Luo smiled faintly and said, "When Sister Li said these words, did you ever consider..." "Aren't you too clear-headed yourself? We're different from Du Xiaoyan. Du Xiaoyan can't distinguish between truth and lies. As long as Third Young Master treats her well, she's content. Even if the truth is false, she'll be happy because of the lie. But we can't."

Li Xiaoye shook her head again and said, "Actually... people like Xiaoyan are truly happy! Knowing too much, being too clear-headed, is actually the root of suffering. Third Young Master once said that in this world, there's too little mutual support and too much forgetting each other. Therefore, mutual support..." "It's better to forget each other than to share a life of hardship." From that moment on, I knew that the Third Young Master's heart was also lonely. He was lonely and in pain because he was too clear-headed, which is why he was cynical.

Zhen Luo said, "Sister, you understand the Third Young Master. Since you understand him, then you must no longer dislike him, right?"

Li Xiaoye argued, "Not disliking him doesn't mean liking him."

Zhen Luo smiled, "Sister, there's no need to argue. As a woman, how could Luo'er not know what you're thinking? Because you're too clear-headed and know the Third Young Master's character too well, you dare not face your own feelings, so you pretend not to know that you've fallen deeply in love with him. That's why you're lonely and in pain just like him, and that's why you envy Du Xiaoyan's ignorance. Sister, you're right. For us women, living a little oblivious in chaotic times is actually the greatest happiness."

Li Xiaoye stared blankly at the Third Young Master's courtyard, muttering to herself, "But... can I be oblivious?"

She didn't notice that Zhen Luo, at this moment, was also looking at the Third Young Master's courtyard with a forlorn expression, just like her.

The two fell silent, not uttering a single word. Their two forlorn, pretty faces melted into the darkness of the night.

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After the sun had risen high in the sky, the Third Young Master finally managed to crawl out of the pile of people. His hands and feet trembling, he dressed, then glanced back at the large bed, shaking his head and sighing, "Alas, mountains of corpses, so tragic, so tragic!"

Trembling, the Third Young Master prepared to comb his hair in front of the mirror. He had barely stepped in front of the mirror when he was startled by the reflection. "A ghost!" The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Because the person in the mirror was the Third Young Master himself.

Only now, the Third Young Master's appearance was indeed indistinguishable from a ghost. His face was deathly pale, his lips bluish-purple, his eyes sunken, and the area around them swollen black. His hair was disheveled like straw, and his neck and face were covered with deep purple hickeys.

Weakly combing his hair, the Third Young Master, filled with fear, tiptoed out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him, afraid of waking the women in bed who would drag him back under the pretense of breakfast and give him another beating.

After closing the door, the Third Young Master let out a long breath and immediately took off running, but his legs felt weak, and he nearly fell over. Fortunately, a pair of strong hands caught him firmly.

The Third Young Master thanked them repeatedly, and looking up, he saw that the person who had helped him was none other than the old man, Qin Xiaoyao.

Qin Xiaoyao was looking at the Third Young Master with a frosty expression, his face full of displeasure.

The Third Young Master chuckled awkwardly, "Good morning, old man, out for a stroll? Hmm, a stroll is good, it's good for your health, breathing fresh air is good for your lungs too..."

"You good-for-nothing!" Qin Xiaoyao coldly interrupted the Third Young Master, "Good morning? Look how high the sun is! You brat, look at yourself! You look like a ghost!

" "Dad, I..." The Third Young Master was speechless, but Qin Xiaoyao interrupted him again.

"So what if you slept with five women in one night? Five girls have tormented you like this? You still deserve to be my son, Qin Xiaoyao's son?" Qin Xiaoyao's words flew, and he scolded him with exasperation, "Back in my day, my record was fighting thirteen women single-handedly and still standing strong! Look at you, what have you become? You're only eighteen, in the prime of your life, how could five girls have made you like this? What are the 'Burning Desire Qi' and 'Turning Clouds and Rain Divine Skill' I taught you for?" "With those two divine skills, let alone thirteen, even thirty-three would be no problem! You brat, how dare you! You're absolutely infuriating!"

The Third Young Master slumped his head, listening timidly to his father's scolding, when suddenly he winked at Qin Xiaoyao.

Qin Xiaoyao angrily retorted, "Why are you blinking? Why are you blinking? Is it fun? I'm scolding you now, stand up straight and listen to my lesson! You, you're still blinking!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a smooth, delicate hand grab his ear. Qin Xiaoyao was startled and turned his head in the direction the hand was twisting his ear, only to see Tie Ling'er smiling radiantly at him.

Qin Xiaoyao instantly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body trembling with cold.

"Xiaoyao, you're quite the expert!" "Tie Ling'er said with a smile, "Thirteen women in one night, such a good record! I wonder who they were with~~~ So, besides the lovers you confessed to me, you have another lover!"

Qin Xiaoyao chuckled awkwardly, "Ling'er, I was just... I was just bragging..."

Tie Ling'er shook her head with a smile, "Don't try to fool me, I know your character. You never brag, because if you say you'll do something, you definitely will. We all know your abilities. Come, come with me, let's go to the room and have a good talk. I really want to know your tricks for sleeping with thirteen women in one night! Ah Ren, breakfast is in the kitchen, go get it yourself, it's all your favorite things." "Your mother and father have other things to do, so we won't keep you company any longer. Anyway, you have enough girls already..."

With that, she grabbed Qin Xiaoyao by the ear and turned to leave. Qin Xiaoyao was filled with anxiety, secretly gesturing to the Third Young Master, meaning for him to plead for him. The Third Young Master, however, deliberately looked up at the sky, the ground, left, and right, but avoided looking at the old man.

He was secretly very pleased with himself, "Hehe, old man, who told you to dare to lecture me? Thirteen women in one night is nothing! You know, last night I relied entirely on my stamina, a real battle with five women. All five girls were utterly defeated by me, kneeling on the bed begging for mercy, and now they're all unconscious! I didn't even use a shred of my inner energy, hahaha... Three years of wilderness survival, my body is already made of steel! My golden spear is truly invincible in the bridal chamber!" "Hahaha..."

humming a triumphant laugh, "I laugh triumphantly," the Third Young Master strolled leisurely towards the kitchen, hands behind his back. Having fought all night and only slept for half an hour, his stomach was already empty.

On the way, he encountered Qiao Wei, who was standing quietly in the yard, striking a pose but not actually throwing a punch. Curious, he asked, "Brother Wei, what are you doing?"

Qiao Wei replied seriously, "Eavesdropping on bathing."

The Third Young Master was stunned: "Eavesdropping on bathing? Eavesdropping on who's bathing? Why eavesdrop? Why not peek?"

Qiao Wei said seriously, "Little Yezi is bathing; I don't dare peek, so I'm eavesdropping."

The Third Young Master immediately frowned, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Disrespectful to elders! Morally depraved! Lewd and shameless!" Then he asked softly, "Where are you bathing?"

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