"Touching the Jade" - Chapter Forty-Five

When it comes to the best tattoo artist in Beijing, almost everyone will say "Wang Laoxiang." Wang Laoxiang began learning painting at the age of six, switched careers to become a tattoo artist at sixteen, and by twenty-three, he was already famous throughout Beijing. Many people from other parts of the country even traveled long distances to Beijing to have him tattoo them. Some dissolute young men from wealthy and powerful families also enjoyed this art, so he was considered a well-informed person who frequently interacted with the elite. But today's encounter truly shocked him.
Just before curfew, he was summoned from his house. Outside, he saw a blue-canopied carriage with several men waiting beside it. The leader, a man in fine clothes with a cold, muscular face, clearly a trained martial artist, spoke to him with impeccable manners and commanding presence: "We've heard you are the best tattoo artist in the capital. My master requests your services; we would be grateful if you would accompany us."
Wang Laoxiang felt something was amiss and had intended to use the curfew as an excuse to avoid going. Unexpectedly, those people were incredibly forceful, practically forcing him onto the carriage before driving off. The leader even blindfolded him and said sternly, "Excuse me!"
Wang Laoxiang was filled with panic and fear, hoping that the curfew patrol soldiers would spot the carriage and rescue him. Unexpectedly, he did encounter several patrol groups on the road, but they simply let them pass without a word. Wang Laoxiang inwardly groaned, "This is bad, someone powerful! I'm in deep trouble now!"
He was utterly bewildered, helplessly being pulled along by the carriage for an unknown amount of time. Finally, the carriage stopped, and he was kicked off like a sack of potatoes by the group of people. He was carried along for a long time, his feet barely touching the ground. His eyes were blindfolded, so he couldn't see his surroundings, only sensing that he had arrived at a large mansion. The path twisted and turned, and the sound of gates opening and closing repeatedly filled the air. Several times, he even heard the fragrance of flowers and the sound of flowing water in the still of the night.
After walking for a while, they finally put him down and removed the black cloth. Wang Laoxiang's feet touched the ground, and it took him a while to adjust. Looking around, he realized he was in an exquisitely decorated and ornate hall-like room.
He hadn't stood there long when another person came out. This time it was a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes. She glanced at him and said, "Bring him with me." The two people beside her agreed, and they took him hostage, following the woman into the inner room.
After entering the inner room and passing through layers of curtains, he finally arrived before the homeowner. A soft chuckle was heard, followed by a male voice saying, "So it's a rather old master." Wang Laoxiang realized the person in charge had appeared and hurriedly looked up, intending to offer some flattering words. But upon seeing the person before him, the words caught in his throat.
Before them wasn't just one person, but a group of beautifully dressed women surrounding two people seated on a large screen couch. The one who had spoken earlier was the man. Old Wang Xiang glanced at him and immediately became speechless with nervousness. The man appeared to be in his thirties, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a straight, prominent nose. If it weren't for the slightly upturned corners of his eyes, which gave his gaze a slightly frivolous look, the sense of oppression would likely be even stronger.
He smiled at Wang Laoxiang, his eyes showing no sign of displeasure. Yet, it still made his palms sweat, and he dared not look up again. The man seemed oblivious to his nervousness and spoke again, "Master, please come forward."
Wang Laoxiang had excellent hearing, but he still dawdled, only moving forward after the man spoke twice. After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a few dry words: "This...this esteemed guest...what are your orders?"
The man smiled again, then pushed the person nestled beside him forward slightly and said, "Master, please take a look. What kind of pattern can be used to cover the scar on this forehead?" Following his guidance, Wang Laoxiang looked up at the person beside him.
A beautiful woman with her face veiled. Even though most of her face was hidden by the scarlet veil, Wang Laoxiang could still make this judgment. Moreover, from her figure, skin, and aura, Wang Laoxiang could conclude that she was far more beautiful than all the other elegantly dressed women in the room. The only flaw was a few faint, dark scars on her left forehead, stark against her snow-white skin. Like glaring wounds on white flower petals, what a pity!
Wang Laoxiang finally understood. So, he was here to tattoo and cover the wounds of this stunning beauty! He subconsciously took a few more glances. The owner simply smiled and said, "Master, you can come a little closer." His consistently amiable demeanor made Wang Laoxiang instinctively comply. Only when they were close enough did he finally see the full beauty in the owner's arms.
Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! Even without seeing her full features, her unparalleled beauty is still palpable up close. Her captivating eyes seem to ignite everything in their path. One glance from her, and Wang Laoxiang blushed like a greenhorn. This only made the scar on her forehead seem even more irritating.
Even without the owner saying anything more, Wang Laoxiang couldn't wait to start tattooing the design on her body to cover up the ugly scar. So he said, "Bring me silver needles and paint."
Yan Jiong and Tian Xi were both taken aback and exchanged a glance.
Yan Jiong smiled and said, "Master, won't you discuss the design with us first?" Wang Laoxiang stared blankly at Tianxi's forehead, nodded, and said, "Rose, it must be a rose! And it must be red, yes, deep red!"
He suddenly seemed so anxious, and seeing that no one around him was moving, he urged, "Hurry up and get it!"
The palace servants around him were surprised to be ordered around by him and subconsciously looked at Yan Jiongtianxi.
Yan Jiong smiled at Wang Laoxiang and said, "Master, are you so confident? You haven't even bothered to look at the blueprints." When it came to his craft, Wang Laoxiang possessed boundless confidence. He replied with absolute certainty, "Since you've invited me, you must trust my skills and judgment. If you don't, I'll go home and sleep."
The man who had been so timid and submissive since entering suddenly became triumphant. Both men were taken aback! Tianxi glanced at Yan Jiong, who understood her meaning. He smiled and said, "Then, please trouble yourself, Master." Wang Laoxiang replied without hesitation, "Rest assured, Your Excellency, there's no need for you to emphasize it. I, a humble man, would not allow such a face to have even the slightest flaw."
That's quite a bold statement.
Yan Jiong couldn't help but lean close to Tianxi's ear and chuckle, "I never imagined that even with your face covered, you could still bewitch a man. I wonder if, next time, if I put you on the front lines of our Great Wei's battle against the enemy, you could entice them to defect?"
Tianxi rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anything. Wang Laoxiang had already taken a silver needle dipped in paint and came forward to examine his forehead.

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