The carriage stopped in front of a restaurant. Cheng Miao got off and carefully lifted the curtain. "Second Young Master, we've been on the boat for three days. Let's rest for a while before going to the Shi Manor to register. The Selection of the Son-In-Law will only begin tomorrow anyway."
"That's fine."
A young master of about twenty-five or twenty-six years of age emerged from the carriage. Under the white jade crown was a handsome face, and there was a faint smile on his lips. He wore a yellow robe embroidered with golden threads, and a pair of white boots could be seen in front of the robe. He held a sword in his left hand and walked calmly into the restaurant with Cheng Miao.
The waiter naturally arranged for the carriage. Cheng Miao asked for two rooms and ordered a table of food. He then looked at the Second Young Master. Seeing that he had no objections, he ordered the waiter to lead the way.
It was mealtime and the restaurant was very lively. The main hall was almost full. The Second Young Master had a noble status and naturally did not eat with the commoners. He followed them to the room to eat, but a person at the window suddenly attracted his attention. In fact, what attracted his attention was not that person, but the table in front of that person that was filled with all kinds of dishes: Braised pork knuckle, Three Treasures Duck, beef slices, clove shredded pork, braised carp … There were so many of them that there were probably no less than twenty dishes on the table. There were so many dishes, but only one person was eating.
Perhaps he was just a showy nouveau riche. The Second Young Master thought about this and smiled slightly, preparing to shift his attention. But very quickly, once his gaze fell on that person, he could not move his brows away.
He frowned slightly. Cheng Miao had always had the ability to read people's expressions. Seeing the Second Young Master like this, he immediately looked over and couldn't help but smile. "Second Young Master, this person is wearing Yan Shifang's mask and eating and drinking here. If this gets to the Shi Manor, he probably won't even have the chance to register. Everyone in the world knows that Yan Shifang is a direct disciple of the Court Of Sword. How could he be so ostentatious like a nouveau riche? "
The Second Young Master did not respond. Instead, he walked over and looked carefully. This nouveau riche in his eyes was wearing a dark gray robe. Needless to say, he looked like Yan Shifang. Obviously, he was wearing a mask. When he ate, he seemed slow but was actually very fast. He did not gobble, but the food on the table was being destroyed at a visible rate.
"This brother has a good appetite. I am Zhao Pu. May I know your name?" The second young master cupped his hands and asked. He didn't find it strange. Some cultivators liked to eat. As long as they reached the Human Celestial Stage, they could use their Genuine Qi to "refine energy into Qi." The more powerful ones could even refine energy while eating. It was also a kind of cultivation.
"Yan Li," the nouveau riche said.
The Second Young Master couldn't help but laugh. With a swing of his arm, he naturally sat down on the bench. "Brother, you must be joking. Right now, in the entire Wind's Cave, there are at least eight thousand people named Yan Li. I'm asking for your real name. "
"Oh?" The nouveau riche was chewing on a drumstick when he heard this. He raised his eyebrows and tore off a large piece of meat, chewing it slowly. "South."
"Xiang Nan?" The Second Young Master was startled. He felt that the name was a little strange. He laughed again. "That's a pretty good name. Actually, I have something to discuss with you. I wonder if we could talk in private? "
"I'm busy." Xiang Nan wasn't the least bit interested in the Second Young Master's suggestion. He finished the drumstick and drank a bowl of chicken soup with relish. The fresh and sweet wolfberry mixed with the unique fragrance of the chicken, creating a unique flavor.
Cheng Miao was enraged. He said coldly, "Do you know who the Second Young Master is? How dare you …" He suddenly couldn't finish his sentence because the Second Young Master was staring at him with a cold gaze.
"If that's the case, please enjoy your meal, brother." The Second Young Master stopped Cheng Miao with his gaze. Then, he smiled like a spring breeze and got up to head upstairs. Cheng Miao hurriedly followed. He knew that he almost exposed the Second Young Master's identity and felt uneasy. When he reached the upper room, he immediately knelt on one knee and asked for forgiveness. "This subordinate couldn't help but get angry when I saw his arrogant look. Usually, with the identity of the Second Young Master, no matter where I go, people treat me with respect …"
The Second Young Master sat on the chair with a calm and dignified air. His originally frosty face melted when he heard this. He sighed. "Cheng Miao, you have a great reputation in Jianghu. When others see your hand, they can't help but think of my identity. But you should know that the reason father sent us here must not reach Wei Wang's ears."
"Yes, this subordinate was anxious. Please punish me, Second Young Master," Cheng Miao said with his head lowered.
The Second Young Master stood up and helped Cheng Miao up. "Alright, with your identity, it's been hard on you."
"This subordinate is not wronged to die for Old Master and Second Young Master." Cheng Miao immediately smiled. His heart warmed and was moved. Although the Eldest Young Master and Third Young Master had power in the clan, they weren't popular. Following the Second Young Master was the right choice. He suddenly thought of that gluttonous nouveau riche. "Second Young Master, why do you care so much about that lowly person called Xiang Nan?"
In the human world, scholars from aristocratic families mostly wore robes made of fine and expensive materials. Commoners or rogue cultivators would never spend money on such things. The robe Xiang Nan was wearing was a common commoner's clothing. On the other hand, scholars would never wear commoner's clothing in order to distinguish themselves from the commoners.
The Second Young Master walked to the window sill and opened it. A cool breeze carried the scent of soil in. "This marriage alliance with Divine Arrester Shi and using this opportunity to form a connection with the Dragon Emperor, father is determined to win. I have no choice but to risk my life. You know that I've seen Yan Shifang before. I thought that if I could imitate ninety percent of his charm, the competition would be a piece of cake. But when I look at this Xiang Nan, it's like I'm looking at a living Yan Shifang. If I didn't know that I was exiled … "
Cheng Miao was the best at figuring out his master's thoughts. He immediately understood. "To ensure that nothing goes wrong, you want to bribe him! But he dared to reject Second Young Master's good intentions. Why don't we … "He made a throat-slitting gesture with a murderous expression.
The Second Young Master didn't say yes or no. But Cheng Miao had been by his side for many years and understood his temperament the best. He smiled sinisterly. "I understand. Second Young Master means that we can't do this. Don't worry, I'll find a suitable candidate immediately. "
The Second Young Master asked nonchalantly, "I heard that the expensive Unparalleled Assassin is in the Wind Cave Manor?"
"I understand." Cheng Miao had already pushed the door open and left.
Opposite the window, a shadow was hiding in the tightly shut window sill. He listened for a long time but couldn't hear anything. He shook his head and said, "Lord Wu, this Zhao Xi is indeed watertight. He used the movement of pushing the window to check if anyone was spying on them. When he spoke, he secretly activated the restriction so that no one could hear a word."
In the dimly lit room, another shadow sat at the table drinking tea. The friction between the teacup and the lid made a sound unique to porcelain. It was especially clear in the quiet environment. The shadow took a sip of tea and then said, "That's not all he's capable of. Actually, bringing Cheng Miao here is his most brilliant move."
"The Zhao Family still doesn't know that His Majesty has already deduced their ambition from all the signs.
Bringing Cheng Miao along is a confession without being pressed. This should be the biggest mistake. How is it brilliant? "the shadow by the window said in surprise.
The shadow called Lord Wu smiled slightly. "If Cheng Miao's appearance here reaches the ears of those with ulterior motives, the court will soon know that the Zhao Family is the breakthrough point to break through the Wei Imperial Territory."
The shadow's expression changed slightly. "Then isn't stopping their marriage futile? It's better to prevent the Zhao Family's rebellion as soon as possible! "
"No, the marriage between the Zhao Family and Shi Dong only facilitates the process." Lord Wu's eyes flashed with a dim light in the darkness.
"Stopping the marriage will delay this process indefinitely. As time passes, the Zhao Family will be caught in a trap of their own making and sink into a quagmire that they can't extricate themselves from. Since they've chosen to betray, then we'll spread a net and wrap them up bit by bit. When they realize that they have no way out … "He laughed softly and didn't continue.
The shadow by the window suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. This middle-aged man was usually amiable and amiable, but he always had his head buried in a pile of memorials sighing. It was as if he was a completely different person now. At this moment, he remembered that this seemingly harmless middle-aged man was the Tyrant's most trusted aide during the Battle of Fallen Gods. He was called the Ghost of the Tower of Lost. It was said that his schemes were always illogical and vicious. After the Wei Imperial Palace was built, he retreated behind the scenes and only did paperwork. After more than 20 years, other than a few core members, not many people knew that he was the Ghost of the past.
Although Zhao Er was indeed a character, he was still lacking compared to the Ghost of the Ghost of the Wei Imperial Palace. He couldn't help but feel some respect in his heart. "If that's the case, why don't I participate in this son-in-law selection and destroy the Zhao Family's scheme? That Yan … Hmph, I've spent some time with him. If I imitate him, I'm quite confident. "
Lord Wu put down his teacup and gently knocked on the table. "No, you need to reveal your true appearance to register. Once you go, you'll be discovered by Zhao Xi and alert the Zhao Family. Our losses will be greater."
"Then …"
"Before Zhao Xi went upstairs just now, you said that he talked to someone. What kind of person was that?"
The shadow by the window thought for a while and said, "He called himself Xiang Nan and ordered a lot of dishes. For some reason, he wore Yan Li's mask while eating. He should be here to participate in the selection."
Lord Wu smiled slowly. "I think I have some idea why Zhao Xi talked to him."
"Oh?" the shadow by the window said.
Lord Wu said, "Zhao Xi met Yan Li before. He probably felt that Xiang Nan was more similar than him and was worried that there might be unexpected changes. That's why he wanted to bribe him. He rejected him, so this is our chance. "
The shadow by the window said, "I heard that Zhao Xi is vicious and merciless. He won't let anyone threaten him, so he will think of a way to get rid of Xiang Nan."
"Yuge." Lord Wu smiled and nodded. "What you need to do next is to protect his safety."
"I understand." The shadow by the window took out a mask and put it on his face. He put away the silver spear on his back and pushed the door open. He went straight to the main hall and sat in front of Xiang Nan. He said coldly, "Xiang Nan, you're in big trouble. My name is Bai Yi. I'm here to protect you. "
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