Long Yuxuan almost went mad with anger. But he didn't move. Otherwise, with his strength, he could easily kick this child into the river and feed him to the turtles. Long Yuxuan boasted that he had never been touched by a single flower. He had only had brief relationships with the beauties painted on the peach blossom fan. How could he have a son! Did he really think that it was easy to be a virtuous flower thief in this day and age? Not to mention that he needed to be handsome and talented, other than those pretty girls from humble families who had been enchanted by the book 'The First Snow' and wanted to elope with a poor scholar, Long Yuxuan was quite relaxed. All he had to do was wave his fan and recite poems. But for those girls from respectable families, just by looking at their belts, jade pendants, fragrant sachets, and other trivial things, Long Yuxuan could tell how much weight they had. Want to ride a horse? Oh my, do you know how much money a good horse costs? It was a bottomless pit. The women of noble families had their eyes on the top of their heads. Each and every one of them had a vicious and crafty gaze. If they wanted to show off their wealth, they had to spend a lot of money. Long Yuxuan had spent money like water these years, but he hadn't been able to save a single copper coin. Last time, he had swindled the county governor's daughter with a fine Purple Colt. It was said that one tael of Purple Colt's meat was one tael of gold. How heavy was this horse? How much money did it cost? Of course, the cash-strapped Long Yuxuan couldn't afford it. He had borrowed it with great difficulty from a disreputable noble family disciple from another province! Thus, every time Long Yuxuan caressed the Peach Blossom Fan, he couldn't help but shed bitter tears for himself. He had been a low-level guest at Mount Hui and didn't have enough money. Back then, he had only borrowed this large umbrella to shelter himself from the rain. Now, the few who had held the umbrella were all dead. The snowfield was truly deserving of its name. It was said that even the insufferably arrogant ancestor, Xuanyuan Pan, had died just like that. If that little girl, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, were to hold the umbrella, how big could she hold it with her small hands? Long Yuxuan saw that His Royal Highness's methods were truly impressive, so he was determined to follow him to Beiliang. It was rumored that Beiliang had a Yanzhi County, and that the women there were so fair and tender that water could be squeezed out of them. How could Long Yuxuan not be infuriated when a bastard suddenly appeared out of nowhere and called him father?
Hsu Fengnian and Xuanyuan Qingfeng exchanged glances. She shook her head and said softly, "Every guest has a secret file in Mount Huishan. Xuanyuan Qingfeng memorized every single one of them. There's no record of them having children."
Hsu Fengnian said to Long Yuxuan on the bamboo raft, "If you want to prove that he's not your son, it's simple. Kick him into the river and you can get on the boat."
Long Yuxuan was stunned.
Hsu Fengnian quietly waited for the rest of the story. If this person really did such a ruthless thing, not only would the old God of Swords Li Chungang be able to save the drowning child, even he and Blue Bird would be able to do it. As for the rapist, there was no point in him getting on the boat. Even if they boarded the ship, they would still die. Beiliang had used a lot of money, fame, and fortune to raise dozens of capable people. A bull's mound was unreachable in the jianghu, but to a colossus like Beiliang, it wasn't even worth mentioning. A guest of Mount Huishan? If he was thrown into Beiliang Palace, how many splashes could he make on Tidehark Lake? There weren't many interesting people in the world like Chu Lushan, who was as cruel and unscrupulous as a wolf for ten years. But apart from being ruthless, how could a rapist compare to Fatty Chu's methods? There was news from Xiangfan City that a man with polycoria surnamed Lu had become so engrossed in killing that he had turned Jing 'an Palace upside down.
But Long Yuxuan only smiled and said, "Let's say goodbye to His Royal Highness."
Hsu Fengnian slowed down the raft and put some distance between it and the ship. Her eyes suddenly widened as she saw the man give her the middle finger, then turn the raft around and flee toward Mount Huishan.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng turned her head slightly, the corners of her mouth quirking up. She originally didn't like Long Yuxuan, but his actions today were true to his nature and made her see him in a new light. Originally, the rapist Long Yuxuan's reputation was terrible and his martial arts weren't outstanding, so she had her own thoughts. This person couldn't even be considered a chicken rib for Mount Huishan. She was also a woman and innately detested Long Yuxuan's actions. After taking over the bull's mound, she originally planned to give him a few lesser-known secret manuals and some gold and silver as a reward to get him out of Mount Huishan. But now she changed her mind. Although she was forced by the situation to help the Crown Prince do evil, she was very happy that someone could cause trouble for His Royal Highness!
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "You have guts. You should be rewarded."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng seemed to be afraid that this scheming His Royal Highness would have the intention to kill. She said softly, "It's not easy for the ship to turn around. With the speed of the raft, it'll reach the shore soon. This person has fled into the dense forest of Mount Longhu, the ancestral court of Taoism. It'll be difficult to find him again."
Hsu Fengnian didn't say anything, but thought of another Jianghu. This Jianghu was probably something even Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't imagine. There was no Sword God with two sleeves and a green snake sword that opened the gate of heaven, no Cao Qingyi and Wang Mingyin, no Celestial Ancestor of Mount Huishan, and no Confucian Sage, a land immortal. Even Long Yuxuan, a lowly guest elder who looked like an ant at the moment. There were old servants and crippled horses, bandits and thieves, wanderers with wooden swords, and a straw bag beggar. Every day, they could ask for food and clothing, and if they didn't mistreat their stomachs, everything would be fine. If their farts could have the smell of meat, and not just the smell of sweet potatoes and garlic, then it would be even more fortunate. He clearly remembered that wanderer with a wooden sword at his side to put on a shabby front. His specialty was to use yams, glutinous noodles, and sesame oil to make a meal. The yams were mashed and stewed until they were soft. The glutinous noodles were kneaded repeatedly, filtered through a straw sieve, and then found a bamboo cage to steam them. He then stir-fried them with sesame oil, added onions and garlic, and stir-fried them. He had never eaten such delicious food in his life. Every time, he had to fight with the one surnamed Wen until his face was covered in dirt. The strength that he had accumulated with great difficulty after wolfing down the food was all used up in the fight. After they were done, the two of them would lie on the ground with their arms and legs spread out, happily bragging and farting. They would bitterly say that the wanderer they saw in the downtown area yesterday was just a man with a pretty face. They would drool when they saw the bosom of the pretty girl from a humble family on the second floor of the restaurant the day before yesterday, and talk about how aggressive they were. The one surnamed Wen couldn't even afford a metal sword or a bronze sword. After meeting him and Old Huang, they wouldn't have known each other without a fight. He liked to run into the crowd even when he was leading his horse and drinking water. He couldn't wait for everyone in the world to know that he was a young master who could both afford to buy and raise horses. This guy really wanted to save face.
This was also Jianghu.
There were two places in Jianghu. Hsu Fengnian preferred the one where there was a lively Wen Hua.
Therefore, Hsu Fengnian turned to Xuanyuan Qingfeng and said with a smile, "I'll have to trouble you to find this person and tell him that I've accepted him as a guest official of Beiliang Palace."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned and said, "Really?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "When I speak under the bed, my saliva is a pit."
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