Chapter 334: First Encounter at the Xu Residence Zhu Ping’an and his two companions, spirits high, made their way toward the residence of Xu Jie. Along the way, they passed by West Chang’an Street, where the gates of the Yan household were still as bustling as ever, with carriages crowding the road and guests coming […]
Chapter 333: A Disciple’s Stab “Yesterday’s squalor is nothing worth boasting of; today, my thoughts stretch boundless. Riding high on the spring breeze, my horse’s hooves fly swift—within a single day I behold all the blossoms of Chang’an.” Stepping out of the marquis’ residence, Zhu Ping’an immediately caught sight of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen,
Chapter 332: I Understand the Reasoning When Zhu Ping’an learned that Li Shu had ordered Hongjian—the maid who had tried to climb into his bed—to be stripped of her clothes and punished by kneeling outside the second gate, he couldn’t help being a little surprised at her approach. Still, though unexpected, it was something that
Chapter 331: Punishment “My things—don’t touch! Not even a single glance, do you understand?” Li Shu’s words were heavy with meaning. After speaking, she deliberately—or perhaps unconsciously—cast a glance at the Sixth Miss of the Hou Mansion. At this moment, the ones who could truly understand her words were probably only Hongjian herself and the
Chapter 330: Rivalry Between Sisters After sunset, dusk spread across the sky. Li Shu returned to the backyard in the fading light. Hongjian was restrained by several strong, burly maids, a rag stuffed in her mouth. She shook her head, whimpering, but no sound came out. Around them, numerous maids and servants had gathered. The
Chapter 329: Caught Red-Handed “Master, I’ve brought you some hangover soup~~” After Hongjian entered Zhu Ping’an’s room carrying the soup, her voice grew even more coquettish, and her eyes seemed ready to spill tears. Once inside, she didn’t hear any response from Zhu Ping’an. Puzzled, she lifted her face and glanced around the room—he wasn’t
Chapter 328: Each with Their Own Agenda After returning to the banquet, Zhu Ping’an’s heart kept racing uncontrollably. The scene he had just witnessed had been far too perilous. Back at the table, no one seemed to notice anything amiss about him. There were only some murmurs about how long he had taken in the
Chapter 327: Wait… Something Feels Off Zhu Ping’an’s poem had completely stolen the spotlight at the banquet. The line, “From here to the Spring Terrace, I’ll summon my old troops; with banners numbering a hundred thousand, we shall cut down the king of hell,” was nothing short of stunning. This was what it meant to
Chapter 326: Northern Barbarians, Southern Pirates At the banquet, everyone was engaged in lively conversation, wine cups clinking endlessly. With their minds loosened by drink, the topics grew broader and bolder. Someone brought up the issue of the “Southern Pirates and Northern Barbarians,” and faces flushed with wine argued heatedly, each man eager to offer
Chapter 325: Yan Donglou Fish, that I desire; bear’s paw, too, that I desire. When both are placed before me, I shall gnaw at them slowly. Zhu Ping’an sat quietly in a corner, placing a dish of shark fin and a dish of bear’s paw before him without a sound. There, in the corner, he