After returning from the Marquis of Xibo's residence, Chen Aman dawdled for a while.
Seeing the sky getting darker, he gritted his teeth and headed towards the nearby residence of the Marquis of Wu'an.
As one of the dignified eighteen vassals of the Great Tang, it felt somewhat burdensome to borrow money from an old friend for the sake of opening a brothel.
Inside the gate, Chen Zhian rubbed the storage ring in his hand, silently cheering for Chen Aman!
What's face worth?
For money, it's nothing to be ashamed of!
After seeing off his father and chatting with his younger sister Chen Zhidong for a while, Chen Zhian returned to his study with cheerful steps.
He couldn't wait to take out Wei Laosan's legacy.
Earlier, when he learned that Wei Laosan had entered the Innate Realm, Chen Zhian's face was filled with genuine joy, after all...
This storage ring required vitality to open.
With the background of the Wei family in Hejian, once Wei Laosan became a practitioner in the Innate Realm, the things inside the storage ring would certainly not be shabby.
As sworn brothers, wasn't Wei Laosan's storage ring also his?
Activating the blood and qi in his body, Chen Zhian manipulated the storage ring with his hand, blood transforming into vitality swirling at his fingertips.
After a moment, he heard a faint sound like the tearing of grass paper in his ears...
"Hey, it's done!"
Chen Zhian rubbed his hands and then turned his wrist, causing a delicate box to appear out of thin air on the table.
He opened the box.
A fragrance wafted out.
In his sight, there were dazzling colors...
Chen Zhian froze.
He picked up a piece and examined it carefully.
Without surprise...
This was the seductive attire of Li Lanqing, the most beautiful woman in Chang'an. Why was he so sure?
Because the original owner had stripped it off...
He picked up another piece, belonging to Xiao Xue'er.
Persistently, he picked up another piece, belonging to Xiao Shuizhu.
After a long time...
Chen Zhian slumped in his chair.
The entire study was filled with familiar scents.
Sure enough!
Birds of a feather flock together!
Wei Laosan and the original owner could play together, aside from a bit of sinister intention, most likely because their tastes stank alike.
Chen Zhian remembered another close friend, so he packed the seductive attires back into the box and silently took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to write a letter.
"To Cheng'an: I've got a big treasure. Don't be late at the Qingle Alley tomorrow at noon!"
After sealing the letter, Chen Zhian called Chen Zheng to the study and instructed him to deliver it to the Third Prince's residence overnight and personally hand it to Li Cheng'an.
Chen Zheng was overjoyed and promised to complete the task without fail before swiftly running out.
Since the young master spent a night in the prison and returned, he hadn't been as close to them as before. They used to be inseparable.
When they visited the brothel, the young master ate meat while they could at least have some soup.
Today, they accidentally heard the old master sighing that the young master had grown up and changed for the better.
The two brothers felt depressed.
They thought they would have to part ways with the good sisters in the brothel in the future.
But unexpectedly, before evening fell...
The young master asked them to deliver a letter to the Third Prince's residence.
Wasn't this just perfect?
With the Third Prince around, the change of heart was just a farce!
Chen Zhian also called Chen Yi to the study, and the two of them huddled together, whispering for a long time before Chen Yi left with a wicked smile.
Everyone has their uses.
Just like even a torn seductive attire still has its place.
Since they were going to open a brothel, naturally, they would have to use both of their lackeys.
They might not be good at anything else, but they were experienced in mingling with all walks of life.
Which girls in Chang'an were the prettiest? The Mengqing girls.
And they were the private servants passed down from generation to generation in the Chen Liu Marquis's residence, serving since their great-grandfather's time, so loyalty was absolutely not an issue.
After arranging tomorrow's affairs properly, Chen Zhian leaned over his desk and wrote quickly, addressing all the gaps and omissions, with money being the theme throughout.
Outside the study, Chen Aman held a few silver bills in his hand, looking at the shadows reflected on the window with a comforting smile...
The lad had really grown up and started to study hard!
...
In the Jinke Alley of Chang'an City.
A carriage slowly approached the Yang residence at the end of the alley.
Inside the carriage.
The second young master of the Yang family was heavily drunk, with a hint of grievance on his face.
This time, he thought he had done his best in setting up the plot. Every detail was meticulously planned, manipulating the Marquis of Chenliu's and the Marquis of Xibo's residences in the palm of his hand.
Although the assassin didn't follow the plan to kill Chen Zhiqu...
The outcome was still acceptable.
After all, he managed to send Chen Zhian to the prison.
As for Madame Yu, that old witch, rushing to the palace overnight to file a complaint with the emperor, it was all unpredictable in his eyes.
The plan failed, but it was not his fault; it was fate!
Previously, being scolded by the Crown Prince, he felt unjust.
He felt very aggrieved!
So after leaving the Eastern Palace, he turned around and sneaked back into the Qingle Alley, drinking alone.
Thinking of the past scenes of playing with Chen Zhian, Yang Xianxian couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed, with various thoughts surging in his mind, eventually turning into the phrase "in the rivers and lakes, one's fate is not in one's control!"
"Haha!"
Suddenly, a chuckle echoed in the carriage, crisp like a bell, as if an ignorant girl had heard an extremely funny joke.
Hearing this voice, Yang Xianxian was slightly stunned.
Suddenly he turned his head.
In the corner of the carriage, a girl in red was smiling at him.
Her two dimples were quite cute.
He didn't remember bringing a girl home tonight!
So...
Who was she?
When did she get on the carriage?
The girl lifted the strands of hair on her forehead and said, "I heard you lost an assassin?"
Yang Xianxian fell silent.
Losing the assassin was the pain he couldn't touch today.
If someone dared to say this to him in his ear, he would make them know what cruelty meant.
But this little girl, she was really cute...
Suppressing his anger, Yang Xianxian asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, where are you from, and what do you want?"
"Um, who am I?"
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed happily, "I am the emotionless killer you lost, the brother I relied on for my life. I've come to avenge him..."
As she spoke, the girl pointed her finger, and the vast sea-like vitality instantly engulfed Yang Xianxian.
"Pfft!"
Yang Xianxian felt like he was struck hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His brocade clothes were torn apart by the surging vitality, looking extremely miserable.
"Sorry, didn't expect you to be so weak!"
The little girl stuck out her tongue, raising her small fist fiercely, "Don't lose my brother next time, or someone will die."
Suddenly.
Her ears twitched, muttering discontentedly about an old man, then disappeared in an instant.
Yang Xianxian coughed up another mouthful of blood, curling up in the corner, his face full of fear.
The little girl looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, but her cultivation had reached an unfathomable level.
With just a casual finger, her vast vitality was almost comparable to that of a Void Realm expert.
Moreover,
In Yang Xianxian's memory, even Void Realm experts seemed unable to achieve such effortless power.
If that little girl wanted to kill him, he would probably be a corpse by now.
No wonder the assassin didn't show up.
Even his sister was so formidable. How could he, as her brother, dare to assassinate someone who wasn't even a cultivator?
Masters have always been proud, with their own arrogance.
It's not that they couldn't kill, but they disdained it...
"Young man, I heard... you lost an assassin?"
Just as Yang Xianxian was trembling with fear,
A hoarse voice, like an old drake, slowly sounded.
Yang Xianxian's body stiffened.
Hearing this familiar question, he suddenly felt doomed.
With difficulty lifting his head, he saw an old man sitting in the position where the little girl had been, looking at him calmly.
After a moment of silence, Yang Xianxian forced a smile and asked, "Are you... his relative?"