Chapter 8 of the Romantic Continent: A Date with a Beauty

Ye Tianlong repeatedly examined the small, white silk handkerchief in his hand. It had been delivered to his residence by a pretty palace maid a quarter of an hour earlier. The guards, not daring to be careless, had quickly handed it to Ye Tianlong. By the time Ye Tianlong left the residence, the palace maid had vanished without a trace.

Unfolding the neatly folded handkerchief, he saw a simple map drawn with an eyebrow pencil, and below it, a few delicate characters: "By the Moon Lake, at the Jade Heart Pavilion, at three in the afternoon, I await your private meeting. I eagerly await it!" At the end was a faint, hazy, and romantic signature, for above the signature was a delicate, small, bright red lipstick mark, exuding a subtle, elegant fragrance—a touch of sensuality and ingenuity.

After examining the invitation from every angle, Ye Tianlong finally concluded that it came from the willful Princess Qian. Firstly, the messenger was a palace maid; secondly, the delicate red lip print on the scarf closely resembled the shape of Princess Qian's small mouth; and thirdly, the two locations mentioned on the scarf were near the villa Princess Qian had previously told him about. Combining these three reasons, the person behind the scarf was obvious.

Thinking this, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but feel proud of his cleverness. He hadn't seen that capricious and persistent princess for many days, and now she had finally succumbed to loneliness and come knocking. But how could the usually carefree Princess Qian have adopted such an alluring approach?

It seemed his charm was truly irresistible! Never stingy with self-praise, the man was naturally pleased with himself. He solemnly placed the fragrant scarf in his bosom, eagerly anticipating the wonderful afternoon.

Gilmans was eating when he received the report from his subordinate. He immediately stood up, his narrow eyes flashing with a terrifying cold light, causing the man in front of him to break out in a cold sweat.

"What did you say? That shipment of red goods was stolen from our territory!?"

"Yes..." The man, already ashamed, was speechless, only able to lower his head deeply, anxiously awaiting his master's punishment.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Gilmans pushed back his chair, his voice filled with barely concealed anger. It was no wonder he was angry; this was a shipment of weapons and equipment transported from the important eastern city of "Golden Sea City," including a large number of magic crossbows. He had spent a fortune to acquire these from the Celestial Clan; their power was astonishing, enough to greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of his men. He didn't want them to be stolen at this crucial moment; if word got out, the chaos would be immense.

The magic crossbow is a ranged weapon meticulously designed and crafted by the skilled artisans of the Celestial Race. Designed for warriors without magic to fight against mages, it possesses various terrifying magical attributes, making it far more lethal than the magical attacks of ordinary sorcerers. Combined with its powerful penetrating force, it has become a favorite weapon of armies across the continent. However, due to the high material requirements, its cost is exorbitant, and only a few armies are equipped with it. In the Fast Empire, these are high-level ranged weapons of the imperial army, strictly prohibited from being privately owned.

Considering that the court is currently preparing for the Second Prince's wedding, if the robber were to use these weapons during this time, the consequences would be unimaginable, and a thorough investigation would be extremely troublesome.

"What on earth is Jeft doing? How could such a huge mess have occurred!"

"Lord Jeft is diligently investigating. It is said that a group of mysterious people appeared in the vicinity when the incident occurred,"

the subordinate replied tremblingly.

Upon hearing this, Gilemans became even more enraged, turning around with a cold smile.

"Since suspicious individuals were discovered, why didn't you investigate further? Don't you know the connection between these things? What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

The sweat-drenched man was speechless, only able to lower his head.

Footsteps sounded, and the bald butler strode in, causing the trembling servants to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Jules bowed to Gilemans and said, "Master, Mr. Ying has arrived."

"Oh, please come in!" Gilemans' anger subsided slightly, and he dismissed the uneasy servants, "Go tell Jeft that if he doesn't make any progress on this matter by tonight, let him deal with it himself! I told him to have people watch over those things, and look what he's done!"

As the poor servants hurriedly retreated, they came face to face with a tall, thin man with a goatee who was just entering from outside. The tall, thin man in a white robe looked completely unremarkable, even vulgar.

"Who is this fellow? He looks like a bored schoolteacher. Why is the lord so polite to him?"

The retainer left with this question in mind, while the man called Mr. Ying entered the inner hall under the tutelage of Gilmans, who lowered the rank to greet him.

"Sir, you must have brought good news this time?"

Gilmans said with a beaming smile, inviting Mr. Ying to sit down opposite him. Jules walked to the entrance of the hall and found a seat, a spot where he could completely observe the movements in the area.

"I have finally lived up to your expectations. Lord Zhao Wuji has agreed to your request, and to show his sincerity, he has even sent Young Master Zhao Si with Xuanjia swordsmen to assist you."

Gilmans was overjoyed upon hearing this. The fact that Zhao Wuji, the commander of the Northern Army who held real power in Yongzhou, had switched sides to his side would undoubtedly greatly enhance his own strength, thus increasing his influence within the military.

“Sir, you have done a truly remarkable service this time!” Gilmans stood up. “Where is Young Master Zhao? Quickly, invite him in!”

Mr. Ying stroked his goatee and said calmly, “I have already arranged for them to stay at the West Wind Pavilion. I think it would be best if Your Excellency went there personally to show your sincerity.”

Gilmans nodded and said, “Indeed, Mr. Ying is quite right! Let’s go now.” After a pause, he added sincerely, “It is truly a great fortune that Mr. Ying is back by my side!”

Mr. Ying smiled slightly, turned to look at Jules at the door, and then said to Gilmans, “With such a capable person by your side, Your Excellency, why do you say such things? You are too kind!”

Gilmans chuckled and said, “Sir, you are too modest. As for Steward Yu, how could I be without him?”

"I believe that if Mr. Yu were to intervene in this matter, he would achieve great things," Mr. Ying said calmly. "I heard about it when I arrived, and based on my judgment, the most likely culprit is an internal traitor!"

Gilmans' eyes flickered, and he hesitated, looking at Mr. Ying, "What do you mean, sir?"

Mr. Ying chuckled, taking over the conversation, "I'm merely speculating. If I were to reveal it, it would only confuse people, which is why I thought of asking Mr. Yu for his assistance."

Gilmans also laughed, "Since Mr. Ying puts it that way, then I'll trouble you, Mr. Yu."

Jules, who had remained silent and composed, nodded and accompanied Gilmans and Mr. Ying out of the inner hall. Around

two o'clock in the afternoon, those following Ye Tianlong noticed that the Eastern Governor seemed somewhat different today. Yu Zhu and Cynthia, seeing Ye Tianlong's restless demeanor, couldn't help but find it amusing, while also feeling a touch of curiosity. What could have caused this man to behave this way?

"Young master, aren't we going to Sister Wanzhen's place this afternoon?" Yuzhu finally couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"Oh, didn't I go this morning?" Ye Tianlong answered without hesitation. "It seems like I won't make much progress if I go again."

"But didn't you used to report in every morning and afternoon without fail?"

Although she thought this to herself, Yuzhu didn't say it aloud, but just looked at Sister Cynthia sitting to the side. This leader of the goddess warriors was idly playing with a pen in her hand.

"Cynthia, weren't you going to teach them the Shield-Raising Technique?"

Ye Tianlong walked up to Cynthia and said, as if he had suddenly remembered.

"Oh, weren't you going with me, Young Master?" Cynthia looked up at Ye Tianlong curiously. "Besides, it's not time yet. It's too early to go now. Little Sister Long must still be training them hard. To be honest, a commander as terrifying as her is one in a million. I don't think many will be able to hold out."

"I think Little Sister Long is unhappy about being caught by Sister Feng and leading this bunch of guys, right?"

Yu Zhu chuckled and then said, "Young Master, shouldn't we do what we did yesterday? Let's go to Sister Wanzhen's place first and drink her homemade Hundred Flower Tea, and then go to the training ground." Thinking of Wanzhen's skillfully brewed Hundred Flower Tea, Yu Zhu's mouth immediately filled with that lingering fragrance.

Ye Tianlong thought of the poor soldiers who had been tortured by Long Ling'er and couldn't help but chuckle. Fortunately, Long Ling'er's mind was currently focused on how to train her subordinates well. Without this strange and beautiful girl's constant teasing, Ye Tianlong felt much more relaxed.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ye Tianlong's eyes darted around, and he said to Cynthia, "I forgot to mention earlier, Feng Wu seemed to have said you should go early today; she has something to discuss with you."

"Really?" Cynthia was taken aback. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Didn't I tell you now? Go quickly!"

"What about the people around you, young master..."

"It's alright, Yuzhu and I will follow soon! You take your sisters and go ahead!"

After seeing Cynthia and her goddess warriors off, Ye Tianlong came up with another excuse to send Yuzhu away as well. Then, he secretly slipped out of the Eastern Governor's Mansion alone, heading towards the place indicated on the little silk scarf.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong's heart was filled with the heroic ambition of stealing a kiss, because this action couldn't help but remind him of the absurd affairs he had committed in Xijiang. The greatest temptation of such things was the unknown consequences. This inexplicable thrill of fearing being found out, yet wanting to be known, was enough to make any man unable to resist.

Bixin Pavilion is a two-story lakeside pavilion with green glazed tiles on its roof. Nestled among the green trees, it is quite beautiful, clearly part of the royal garden area. Apart from a few exquisitely arranged low-rise buildings, the vast space is almost deserted.

This scene, observed by a certain man, further solidified his thoughts. Following the directions indicated by the small silk scarf, Ye Tianlong easily found this uniquely styled wooden building.

"Huh, where are those two lovely sisters?"

Seeing a pretty maid standing at the entrance of Bixin Pavilion, Ye Tianlong was slightly surprised. She was a woman he had never seen before, dressed in the attire of a court maid.

Upon seeing Ye Tianlong, the woman bowed to him and said cheerfully, "Greetings, Your Excellency! The princess has been waiting upstairs for quite some time!"

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Ye Tianlong was naturally delighted and walked inside without saying another word.

Ascending the winding wooden staircase to the second floor, the bright afternoon sun streamed through a row of large, lake-facing windows, illuminating everything inside with dazzling brilliance.

A woman of exquisite figure stood with her back to the staircase, before a window overlooking the lake, gazing at the beautiful scenery outside. However, her thoughtful posture clearly told the man who had come up that her attention was not on the outside world.

Yet, Ye Tianlong stopped in his tracks, standing less than five steps away from the woman, quietly observing her.

She wore a bright yellow robe, with a long, light ribbon tied around her slender waist, which fluttered in the breeze outside the window, giving her an ethereal appearance. Over the robe, she wore a brightly colored vest, with delicate beads dangling gently, complementing the pair of snow-white pearl earrings hanging from her delicate earlobes. Her jet-black hair, glossy and styled in two buns, harmonized perfectly with her fair skin, truly deserving the title of a peerless beauty.

However, she wasn't the woman Ye Tianlong had in mind—that energetic, spoiled princess. Judging from both her figure and demeanor, she was definitely not Princess Qian.

Who was she? Why was she extending such a seductive invitation to him? What did she want?

Countless thoughts flashed through Ye Tianlong's mind. His intuition told him that this unexpected stroke of luck was no good, and turning away was the best option. But at the same time, a curiosity arose within him: who was this beautiful woman? What did she look like?

If he had known that this sudden curiosity was causing him unprecedented trouble, he would have immediately turned and fled. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to foresee the future, nor did he possess the ability to read minds like Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er. Perhaps this was what they meant by the unpredictability of life! Perhaps sensing that

Ye Tianlong had been standing behind her for too long without making a sound, the woman, who had been standing with her back to him, slowly turned around, revealing a radiant and beautiful face to Ye Tianlong.

A touch of red on her alluring cherry lips tempted one to taste their exquisite flavor. Her delicate cheeks, though unadorned with rouge, were already rosy and fair, like a layer of celestial blush, making her appear even more delicate and beautiful, gentle and tender, like a celestial fairy descended to earth.

"You are..."

Ye Tianlong's heart trembled slightly. He recognized this face. Although he hadn't seen it many times, he was absolutely certain that this mysterious woman was Princess Xiu of Wu'an!

"When did she become so exceptionally beautiful? She's completely different from when we first met?"

Ye Tianlong bowed, secretly wondering what she was up to.

"General, save me!"

A sorrowful expression appeared on Princess Xiu's face. Her cherry lips parted slightly, uttering words that puzzled Ye Tianlong, but also aroused his curiosity even more.

After hearing Cynthia's words, Yu Fengwu was both amused and annoyed. That guy must be up to something shady, coming up with such an excuse to get rid of everyone around him.

Sure enough, Yuzhu soon came to find her alone as well, and Liu Qin'er stamped her feet repeatedly.

"That wretched guy, what is he up to? Making it so mysterious, even hiding it from us sisters, it's outrageous!"

Yu Fengwu shook her head and said, "Qin'er, what else could he be up to? There's only one reason he's getting rid of us sisters, and that's because he's going to meet someone, someone he doesn't want us to know. What kind of person do you think it could be?"

Liu Qin'er suddenly realized, "Then it can only be a woman!" After saying that, her bright, diamond-like eyes flickered, and she suddenly suggested, "Sister Feng, why don't we go and catch him? That scene would be very interesting!" As she spoke, she began to imagine what a man caught red-handed would look like.

The women couldn't help but smile knowingly. If that scene really happened, it would be an absolutely spectacular sight! Moreover, they were confident that they could find that self-righteous man quickly, because there was a master from the Dark Clan here, who could easily find a master with whom she shared a spiritual connection.

Yu Fengwu smiled and looked at Liu Qin'er, saying, "If we arrest him now, what pretext will we use?

Besides, men are naturally susceptible to temptation, especially someone like Tianlong."

"So we're just going to let him go like this?" Liu Qin'er said unwillingly, "I'm not jealous, but why make things so mysterious when we could just tell us?"

"Sometimes Tianlong is like that, doing things he thinks are clever."

"When he's tired of playing around, he'll naturally go home." Yu Fengwu seemed to be explaining to everyone around her, yet also to herself, her voice soft, "For a man, a home worth cherishing is his final destination, unless there's nothing left in that home for him to cherish."

The entire hall fell silent for a moment. For the first time, they heard the resolute and decisive beautiful war goddess reveal her feminine sentiments. The women all fell into deep thought, slowly savoring Yu Fengwu's words.

After a while, Yu Fengwu broke the silence, smiling as she said to Liu Qin'er, "Qin'er, if you can become the legitimate wife of the Ye family soon, you'll have the right to control those disreputable women's flirting with Tianlong!"

"That's true!" Liu Qin'er chuckled, then teased, "Sister Feng, you can't wait to marry him, can you?"

"That's right, if we don't hurry, who knows who else will join us later? We need to establish our sisterly positions first, so we don't get taken advantage of later!"

Yu Fengwu's poised and generous demeanor made Liu Qin'er praise, "This is truly my Sister Feng, wise, decisive, and thoughtful!"

The women burst into laughter, and Yu Fengwu playfully retorted, "Don't flatter me, it won't do you any good!"

"I'm back!" A spirited greeting rang out at the door. A knowing smile appeared on everyone's faces; only one person would greet them like that.

Then Long Ling'er entered briskly. The beautiful dragon girl had fully displayed her military talent and intelligence. Backed by astonishing strength and stunning beauty, her standing among her subordinates was rising daily. Although the infantrymen were being disciplined and complaining, they had indeed gained many benefits. Those with disloyal intentions were eliminated one by one, making others wonder if this beautiful young commander was human or a god. Regardless, the infantry was now united, and the changes in just a few days had impressed even the veteran generals. They

had never seen so many men obediently follow their commands, allowing them to do as they pleased. It was a truly fascinating feeling. Long Ling'er was increasingly immersed in her role, but at the same time, a sense of responsibility was slowly developing. Interest and responsibility were indispensable for a good commander.

Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, Long Ling'er couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's so funny?"

Yu Fengwu smiled and looked at the energetic young woman, saying, "Is today's training over?"

Long Ling'er found a comfortable seat next to Yu Fengwu and nodded in response, "Next up is Sister Cynthia's turn."

Liu Qin'er laughed from the side, "I think those guys are really pitiful, they've been tortured quite a bit by Little Sister Long!"

Long Ling'er chuckled and said, "The more pain you suffer now, the more chances you have to survive later."

"Little Sister Long seems to have the air of a general!" Yu Fengwu also said with a smile, "How many people are left in total now?"

“Eight hundred, or more precisely, eight hundred and twenty-six soldiers. I think that number is enough.” Long Ling’er took a cup of fragrant tea from Tian Tian, gave her a grateful smile, and continued, “These people are enough to form any formation and handle any situation.”

Yu Fengwu nodded and said happily, “It’s better than I expected. I originally planned to have five hundred people, but now that we have more than eight hundred left, it’s indeed a considerable gain.”

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