Wei Laosan somehow pulled out a ring from somewhere.
His wrist turned over.
Immediately, a few lights and fluttering silver bills appeared in his hand, and he said lightly, "These are ten thousand taels of silver bills, no need to look for a change!"
Chen Zhian was pleasantly surprised, "Zixian, have you already entered the innate realm?"
"Is it very difficult?"
Seeing Chen Zhian's delighted face, Wei Laosan felt somewhat inexplicable.
Mockingly, he said, "Once-in-a-century genius cultivators, those who can step into the innate realm, who among them doesn't live for over a hundred years? It's only in your Chen's household that you think this is something extraordinary, Qilin, heh!"
This was blatant humiliation.
Chen Zhian paid no mind.
After all, who would hold a grudge against a dead man?
Carefully tucking away the silver bills into his bosom, Chen Zhian picked up a key from the wall and began to unlock it for Wei Laosan.
Wei Laosan raised an eyebrow.
He looked down even more on this young marquis.
He felt that the old witch had gone senile to fancy this money-grubbing waste.
While unlocking, Chen Zhian asked, "Zixian, is the royal cuisine from the Crown Prince's residence delicious?"
"Just average!"
Wei Laosan replied casually, but his expression suddenly changed.
Everyone knew that the Wei family of Hejian was under the command of the Second Prince!
He was momentarily unaware and was tricked into talking by this waste.
Alertly raising his head, he saw Chen Zhian looking at him with regret on his face, "Then I'm sorry, remember not to meddle with other people's bowls in your next life!"
As the words fell, Chen Zhian's palm rose, gathering qi between his palm creases, and fell heavily!
Splatter!
Under the palm strike, Wei Laosan's eyes instantly filled with blood.
His head burst like a watermelon.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Chen Zhian turned his head to look at Madam Yu with a smile, "Grandmother, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Madam Yu was speechless.
This youth, with blood-stained hands and a smile on his face.
Was he that foolish boy who used to fly hawks and walk dogs, lingering around brothels?
After a long silence, Madam Yu sighed and slowly got up, saying, "Go take a look at Xining!"
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The inner residence of the Marquis of Xibo.
Wei Yiniang led Chen Zhian to the front of Li Xining's small building, her expression complex.
Wei Zixian was her nephew.
Although she was unaware of the Wei family's schemes, both her elder brother and nephew had asked her more than once to help them with various matters.
Being closer to her family was something she naturally welcomed.
After the incident on Baihu Street, she immediately realized it was an opportunity, but before she could speak, she was reprimanded by Madam Yu.
Madam Yu didn't even bother to conceal her murderous intent, leaving Wei Yiniang trembling in fear!
Leading this notorious young marquis now, she couldn't help but harbor some resentment in her heart, wondering if Madam Yu was truly senile.
Apart from being slightly better-looking, what did this young marquis have compared to her nephew?
But being of low status, she could only bury these thoughts deep in her heart.
She secretly prayed for Madam Yu to pass away soon, as once she did...
The hierarchy would be reshuffled!
Then it would be her turn to take charge.
"Young Marquis, we've arrived at Xining Pavilion. Since you've entered the Marquis of Xibo's residence, I hope you'll behave yourself and not embarrass anyone!"
With these words, Wei Yiniang turned and left.
Chen Zhian didn't even acknowledge her.
He simply listened quietly to the faint sound of the qin coming from the pavilion.
When the piece ended, Chen Zhian ascended the steps.
Pushing aside the double pearl curtains, he approached Li Xining from behind.
Coincidentally, Li Xining turned around as well.
Their eyes met.
A blush instantly spread across Li Xining's cheeks, and there was a mist in her eyes, but she stubbornly stared at Chen Zhian!
They gazed at each other for a long time.
Looking at the faint red line on Li Xining's neck, Chen Zhian conceded defeat!
The original host was truly despicable.
Even with Chen Zhian's broad knowledge, he had never seen a woman like Li Xining.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, naturally dark without any makeup, and her lips were like sandalwood without any rouge!
Just a slight frown from her could drain all color from the world...
Could the original host, this damn coward, even handle such a cold and stubborn celestial being?
But upon further thought,
It was fortunate that he took action...
After pondering for a moment, Chen Zhian's voice was low as he said, "I apologize for tarnishing the princess's reputation yesterday, which was not my intention."
Li Xining looked at him coldly.
Clutching the strings of her qin tightly.
Unaware that her slender and fair fingers had already been cut.
"At this point, no amount of explanation will suffice. The only thing I can do is spend the rest of my life trying to heal the wounds in you heart.
Xining—
I humbly ask for your guidance in the years to come!"
Chen Zhian's voice was low and hoarse as he stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, portraying the image of a repentant lover.
Unfortunately.
Li Xining remained indifferent.
Meeting her cold gaze,
Chen Zhian conceded defeat once again.
In two lifetimes,
Most of the time, he was talking about pure love worth just a few hundred bucks!
He lacked experience in such matters.
Li Xining stood holding the qin.
Unaware that blood was slowly dripping onto the ground from her fingertips.
Seeing this scene,
Chen Zhian suddenly lost interest.
He felt that the solitary figure standing on the pavilion, seemingly surrounded by flowers, was actually alone and helpless.
Like withered grass swaying in the winter wind, easily scattered!
He walked up to Li Xining, rudely tore off a piece of white cloth from her skirt, ignored her struggles, and began to bandage her wound.
Li Xining stared blankly at his profile, not resisting further, allowing him to tend to her.
After bandaging the wound, Chen Zhian turned and left.
As he reached the door,
He suddenly spoke, "Believe it or not, what happened on Baihu Street wasn't intentional on my part. But...
If given another chance, I might still make the same choice.
In this life of absurdities, this is the one thing I feel I did quite well!"
With that said, he walked away.
Li Xining was speechless.
After a long time, she looked down at the crude bandage on her palm, sighing softly...
...
While Chen Zhian was busy chasing his wife to the crematorium,
The atmosphere in the Crown Prince's residence was equally oppressive.
Crown Prince Li Chengding sat on the throne, his face dark.
Below the throne, the Crown Prince's attendants stood respectfully, their fans no longer swaying, their bodies trembling slightly.
Behind them, Yang Xianxian, the second son of the Minister of Revenue, knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Can someone explain to me why the Marquis of Chenliu and the Marquis of Xibo are involved together?"
Li Chengding was tall and imposing, dressed in a robe embroidered with a four-clawed dragon, his voice cold and piercing. When he became angry, it felt like a cold wind sweeping through the hall, sending shivers down people's spines.
"Your Highness, this is the fault of your subordinate. I didn't expect Madam Yu to come to the palace to complain to Your Majesty, allowing that waste to escape punishment!"
Zhufu Nochang was full of guilt, constantly apologizing.
Li Chengding waved his hand, "You don't need to blame yourself, this matter is not your fault!"
Zhufu nochang's face eased slightly as he stood quietly.
Of course, he was not at fault. When planning the affairs of the Marquis of Chenliu's residence, he wasn't even in Chang'an.
The reason he came out to plead guilty was just a formality as the Crown Prince's attendant.
After all, theoretically speaking,
All the staff in the Crown Prince's residence were under his command.
His gaze fell on the trembling second son of the Yang family, feeling inexplicably satisfied!
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together, and people of the same kind gather together. That young marquis was a waste, and you, Yang Erlang, have been hanging around him for years, but you're still no better off!
If it weren't for your relationship with Minister Yang, a waste like you wouldn't even be allowed into the Eastern Palace.
Yet you dare to imagine destroying a marquess's mansion.?
Ridiculous!
Yang Xianxian knelt on the ground in fear, and said with grievance, "Your Highness, I really don't know why that old witch had to come to the palace!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire room fell silent!
Even Li Chengding was stunned by this answer.
Is this the advisor of my Eastern Palace?
Anger turned to laughter.
Li Chengding suppressed his anger and asked calmly, "You didn't expect Madam Yu to come to the palace, so let me ask you, where are the assassins you arranged?"
"The assassins...
The assassins have disappeared!"
Yang Xianxian trembled, "Originally, everything was going according to my plan, but when chaos broke out, the assassin suddenly disappeared!"
"Your Highness, I suspect Qian Sangao is the traitor. Only he and I knew about the assassins. I didn't leak the information, so it must be him!"
Li Chengding narrowed his eyes slightly, looking calmly at Yang Xianxian, sinking into thought.
Is this jester really stupid, or is he pretending to be stupid?
He didn't believe there could be such a foolish person in this world.
"Enough, you may leave!"
Li Chengding sighed inwardly.
A fool's advice is useless!
After all, with Minister Yang's relationship, he couldn't be too harsh.