In the northwest wing of the Wang Clan's mansion, the surroundings were quiet. A sixteen to seventeen year old youth was sitting cross-legged on a bed, cultivating with his eyes closed. Although he looked young and handsome, the temperament the youth exuded was unusually steady, experienced, and as heavy as a mountain.
"Tzzz!"
Wisps of white smoke rose from the top of the youth's head, gradually filling the entire room. The surroundings were quiet.
After returning from the reward ceremony, Wang Chong had been cultivating silently at home. Thinking back, it had been a long time since he had cultivated so quietly.
Time slowly passed. Wisps of spirit energy gathered from the depths of the surrounding space, surging into the depths of Wang Chong's body, slowly strengthening his cultivation.
After an unknown period of time, suddenly, weng, something strange happened. A wisp of faint red blood energy suddenly mixed into the white smoke rising from the Baihui meridian on Wang Chong's head.
In just an instant, the style of the scene in the room changed.
"Chi!"
Blood vessels as thick as a finger, as if they were alive, suddenly spread out from under Wang Chong's collar. These dark red blood vessels were like branching branches, quickly spreading from under his collar to his neck, and then to his entire face.
Cold sweat, tinged with the color of blood, quickly seeped out from his forehead and face. Wang Chong's face twitched, showing an extremely twisted expression.
"Ah!"
Wang Chong suddenly opened his eyes and let out a cry of pain. His body leaned forward, one hand pressed against the bed in front of him, his chest heaving violently. In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong's robe was quickly soaked, and there were faint traces of blood on it.
Wang Chong's body trembled, but he did not say a word, much less let out another cry of pain.
The room was quiet. Cold sweat with streaks of blood gathered on the bed in front of Wang Chong, turning from a few drops into a pool. After an unknown amount of time, when the pain in his body had subsided, Wang Chong struggled to get off the bed. He took off his blood-stained robe and walked to the corner of the room. He picked up a towel and dipped it in water from a golden plate that he had prepared beforehand. Then, he slowly wiped his body.
"Let me do it."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind him. The voice was cold, but there was a kind of moving rhythm to it. Wang Chong shook his head. Just as he was about to refuse, a delicate woman's hand immediately reached out from behind and took the towel from Wang Chong's hand. Then, she began to wipe Wang Chong.
Wang Chong hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. He just let the woman in the room wipe his body.
The towel was continuously soaked into the golden basin, and the basin of clear water instantly turned into a blood-red color.
"What is this? I remember that you didn't have this illness before you went to the southwest. But in the past seven days, this is the third time it has flared up. What in the world happened? "
Miyasame Ayaka's enchanting figure was still dressed in black. As she wiped Wang Chong's body, she asked in concern.
When Wang Chong had gone to the southwest, Miyasame Ayaka had been guarding the Wang Clan Residence. Now, she was about to become the Wang Clan's shadow. There were few secrets in the Wang Clan that could be hidden from her.
"Haha, there's no need for you to know. Besides, you can't help me. "
Wang Chong indifferently said.
"You won't say?"
Miyasame Ayaka's hand paused for a moment before she resumed wiping.
"Are you afraid that the Old Madam will worry?"
"It's fine as long as you know. Don't let Mother know."
Wang Chong indifferently said.
At the height of the southwest war, Wang Chong had single-handedly killed more than ten thousand enemies and secured the defense line. But all this had come at a price.
But Wang Chong had said nothing of this to anyone.
Thump thump thump!
While he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Young Master, the carriage has been prepared. If Young Master wishes to go to the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion, you can leave at any time. "
"Mm. I understand. "
Wang Chong nodded.
"Take care of the towel, clothes, and basin. Don't let anyone know, especially my mother!"
"Yes!"
… …
With these words, Wang Chong opened the door and left. A carriage had stopped at the door. Wang Chong boarded the carriage and set off for the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion.
The Taibai Immortal's Pavilion was a restaurant that Wang Chong had opened. It was grand and imposing, and gathered many outstanding chefs. Thanks to Wang Chong's three 'Songs of Peace', the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion had become a new noble in the capital.
Coupled with Wang Chong's recent achievements in the southwest, the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion had become one of the most popular places in the capital. 'If you don't drink Taibai white wine, you can't call yourself a citizen of the Jade Capital'. This was a saying that had spread far and wide in the capital. It was for this reason that Wang Chong's Taibai Immortal's Pavilion had become the ideal place for scholars and wealthy merchants to meet and socialize.
In the capital, it had even surpassed the Yao Clan's Vast Crane Pavilion, becoming a famous establishment in the capital. On top of that, it brought in a considerable income for Wang Chong and the Wang Clan every month. This was something that Wang Chong didn't expect when he first opened the shop.
However, this was a restaurant that Wang Chong had opened for his own convenience, so it was naturally very different from other places.
The greatest difference was that only Wang Chong could enjoy the top floor of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion. Moreover, as long as Wang Chong needed it, the entire Taibai Immortal's Pavilion could close its doors at any time, only for Wang Chong to enjoy.
But even so, this Taibai Immortal's Pavilion not only failed to incite discontent, it even attracted more people. This was because Wang Chong was the greatest attraction of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion. Everyone wanted to see this hero of the southwest, the youngest Marquis in the history of the Tang Dynasty … the Marquis! The Marquis! The Marquis!
"Rumble!"
Wang Chong's carriage had barely reached the vicinity of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion when it was thrown into the water, causing a huge uproar in the crowd.
"Look! It's the Young Marquis! "
"Wah! It really is the Young Marquis's carriage! "
"Out of the way, out of the way! Let me see! I've been standing guard here for seven days! "
"I hear that the Young Marquis is only seventeen and unmarried. If he takes a liking to me, I might be able to marry into the Wang Clan and be with him forever! "
"Get out of the way! You're already in your twenties, even older than the Young Marquis. Auntie! Wang Chong, Wang Chong, look over here, look over here! "
… …
The gate of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion was bustling with activity. A large crowd of men, women, old, and young had surrounded Wang Chong's carriage so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. And in this crowd, the majority were unmarried girls.
Wang Chong was only seventeen years old, born of a clan of ministers and generals, and a hero of the empire. He was an unparalleled star of generals. Although he had yet to become a general, the capital was already calling him the empire's Eighth Great General.
An unmarried young man like him was the dream lover of countless young girls in the Imperial Capital.
Thus, wherever Wang Chong went, a large number of girls would appear.
One of the main reasons why Wang Chong had been forced to stay in his estate to cultivate was also because of this.
"Young Master, we can't move."
Coachman's voice came from outside the carriage. The girls on the street had gone crazy, ten-some of them grabbing onto the reins of the carriage and blocking its path.
"I know."
Wang Chong slightly creased his brow. Fame had its troubles, and in this current situation, not even he could do anything about it.
"This is all I can do."
Wang Chong lightly patted the window of the carriage. Bang! The window opened, and a figure flew out. His right hand lightly patted the roof of the carriage. Borrowing this force, Wang Chong soared like a sparrow hawk to the top floor of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion amidst cries of alarm.
"Heheh, the mighty Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, the Son of Heaven's disciple personally conferred by His Divine Majesty, actually has to go through the window to get out of a carriage. If this gets out, people will laugh their heads off."
A giggle came from nearby. Zhao Yatong was hugging her signature red-tasseled spear and leaning against a cinnabar pillar, her face wreathed in smiles.
"Hmph, who told him to be so popular with girls? Serves him right!"
Another jealous voice came from nearby. Huang Qian-er, dressed in a light yellow robe and carrying her signature silver sword on her back, was staring at Wang Chong with an unfriendly gaze.
Wang Chong felt very awkward. He had been laughed at by these girls quite a few times in this period of time.
"Hong Ying, Qian-er, don't make fun of me."
Wang Chong bitterly smiled.
"Alright, to see the godly Young Marquis of the Tang Dynasty on the front lines suffer like this, it wasn't in vain that we came. Sisters, don't make things difficult for him … Wang Chong, hurry and come over. Everyone's here. You're the only one left. "
Nearby, on the top floor of the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion was a large round table made of sandalwood. The table was packed with people: Guo Feng, Chai Zhiyi, Zhuang Zhengping, Chi Weisi, Zhao Jingdian, Xu Gan, Fang Xuanying, Marchioness Yi, Bai Siling, and Xu Yi-qin.
Bai Siling was seated on a large reclining chair, a smirk on her face as she faced Wang Chong.
At this moment, everyone else in the restaurant had their heads turned away, pretending to drink tea or pretending to be thinking. All of them wisely pretended not to see anything.
Bai Siling, Zhao Yatong, Huang Qian-er, and Xu Yi-qin all had some ambiguous feelings between them and Wang Chong. Only a fool would choose to get involved at a time like this.
When these four illustrious beauties and talented women of the capital flew into a rage, not just anyone would be able to endure it. There were times when everyone felt some sympathy for him.
"Everyone, I've kept you waiting."
Wang Chong chuckled at being treated like a joke. After a few moments of thought, he waved his sleeve and calmed down. Leisurely walking over, Wang Chong sat down between Guo Feng and Chai Zhiyi.
The women's eyes flashed at the spot Wang Chong had chosen, and the mood instantly softened.
"Formidable!"
Guo Feng and Chai Zhiyi, who were sitting on either side of Wang Chong, secretly gave him looks of praise.
"Brother Wang, why have you gathered so many of us here? What's the matter?"
In the end, it was Fang Xuanying who broke the silence.
They had all received Wang Chong's invitation this morning and hurried to the Taibai Immortal's Pavilion. Although they had all believed this to be a simple gathering, the presence of Guo Feng and Chai Zhiyi immediately made them realize that it was not so simple.
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