Master Song had never experienced such a colossal humiliation in his life.
Is this even appropriate?
Not even a little bit!
He quickly yanked up his belt and bellowed:
“Hey! Where are all the people outside? Just sitting around doing nothing?”
He was referring to the hired help he had brought along.
“No matter how loud you yell, they won’t show up,” Ke Mo shook his head.
“Boss!”
At that moment, the little sisters who had been hiding nearby all dashed behind him.
Master Song was taken aback. This sounded strangely familiar. Still, he put on a stern face and said:
“Do you know who I am? You’re messing with the wrong person here! My last name is Song!”
Hua Nongying, still pinned in place, caught Ke Mo’s glance, her expression a mix of confusion and humor.
“We don’t do needlework here. Please leave.”
Ke Mo had already used his divine sight to assess the situation and stood his ground without budging.
Master Song was first astonished, then quickly turned red, the veins on his forehead throbbing like they were auditioning for a bad action movie.
He recognized who had shown up; it was none other than the famous God Hammer Little Overlord from the Capital.
After all, that day the Jiangshan Yizhi Map covered the entire city—it would be hard not to notice.
He glared at Ke Mo and growled:
“So what if the God Hammer is number one? What does that even mean? In the Capital, what matters is status and background…”
“Foster father, what’s going on?”
Zhong Zhenyue strolled in, dragging along a knocked-out servant and grinning.
“Those wicked fellows claim they’re from Master Song’s residence. Really? Master Song oversees the decorum of Da Yu! Would he come here to wash his feet? Is that appropriate…? Ouch?”
He stared at Master Song, his surprise slipping out in a gasp:
“Song Qian?”
“??”
Master Song shrank back, taking two steps back.
“Who set me up like this when I was trying to achieve my dreams?”
Xie Xuan also strutted in, spitting out a piece of grass, looking like a wild dog just let loose for a hunt.
“Alright, alright… let’s get out of here!”
Master Song’s expression changed instantly.
Without another word, he pulled up his pants and zipped around the crowd, his pace quickening like a ghost were on his tail.
“Huh?”
Watching his figure retreat, Ke Mo was taken aback.
Seriously? He thought the classic moment of grandeur, of showing off, was about to happen.
I hadn’t even started yet, and it’s already over?
“What just happened?” Ke Mo looked puzzled at the two.
Zhong Zhenyue scratched his head: “Oh, I was a bit unruly when I was young…”
As everyone knows, the King of South Border is the military god of the South Border, the last great general of Da Yu, always defending the frontier.
This meant Zhong Zhenyue grew up lacking in fatherly love, especially the kind that’s like a landslide…
When he was young in the capital, he probably wasn’t much different from Ke Mo, the small-time terror of Qinghe Town, and Song Qian was one of the victims.
“I once out-peed him and tied him to a tree, flicking him for half an hour. That’s why he is like this now; hey, I’m not a demon or anything…”
“..…”
No wonder Song Qian ended up as “Shameless Song.”
So this trouble roots from you!
“She probably used Confucian martial arts—‘A gentleman speaks with words, not fists.’”
Xie Xuan now turned to Hua Nongying.
“… Manager Hua, you can get up now.”
Ke Mo unleashed the Taiyin Consciousness Soul, freeing Hua Nongying from her restraints.
This is what you call Confucian martial arts?
Seeing his strange expression, Xie Xuan commented: “I heard that in ancient times, Confucians were so full of martial virtue that during discussions, they’d get so worked up they’d resort to fists if the logic didn’t hold.”
“As a result, every discussion invariably ended with missing arms or legs.”
“Later, a peak Confucian sage from the seventh realm saw that this wouldn’t do, so he created this method.”
Ke Mo: “…..”
I wonder if that sage knew that ‘A gentleman speaks with words, not fists’ would be used in this way and would he jump out of his coffin in anger?
—
“Thank you… Boss.”
Hua Nongying got up, lowering her head, her eyes shimmering as she looked at Li Mo.
“No need to thank me. This is store policy. I’d do the same for anyone. We don’t kneel in this establishment.”
“Uh-huh.”
Hua Nongying’s little spark of hope extinguished silently.
…..
In the carriage, the driver couldn’t help but ask:
“Master, are we really just leaving like this?”
“What else? Stay there and end up tied to a tree?”
Song Qian’s face darkened, his teeth about to crack from the pressure.
As the saying goes, the barefoot don’t fear the ones in shoes.
Zhong Zhenyue was undoubtedly an absolute fool.
And Xie Xuan? Don’t get me started; he dared to point at the Crown Prince’s nose inside the Eastern Palace!
And these two epic level fools were desperately following the God Hammer Little Overlord’s lead…
How lawless was that Li Mo?
The driver quickly added: “Right, sir, you’re a precious gem; how could you mingle with mere tiles… it would be a real loss, a real loss.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Hey! Why are you touching my b*tt? Why are you?! This isn’t right!”
The driver turned around, suddenly looking horrified.
He saw Song Qian, who had just managed to keep his cool moments ago, staring back at him with bloodshot eyes, breathing hard like a raging bull.
Produced by Xueliantang, this must be top quality.
Well, if we set aside the side productions…
—
Inside the Eastern Palace.
A faint shadow flew from the heavens, landing in the cage—it was a dull gray falcon.
The eunuch retrieved a letter from its feet, bowing as he delivered it into the palace.
Passing through the palace walls, one could see the curved waters of the Eastern Palace’s lake, where two figures sat in a pavilion.
One was a lady adorned with elaborate hairpieces that probably weighed ten pounds, her beauty akin to the blooming peonies—Empress Chuge.
Opposite her was her dear son, the future ruler of the Da Yu dynasty, a warm-hearted older brother…
“Yu’er, the master of the City of Divine Beings may not necessarily be the strongest.”
“Otherwise, we wouldn’t need to enter any City of Divine Beings. Just let the top of the Qianlong List grab the Divine Sword of the Celestials.”
“Whoever can pull the strings of fate, can laugh last.”
“A fish that has crossed the dragon’s gate is still just a fish, no different from us standing on the shore.”
Empress Chuge gazed at the koi in the pond, speaking softly.
“Mother, I am not complacent about this matter.”
Jiang Yu’s tone was devoid of emotion.
Instead of being taken aback, Empress Chuge looked pleased and chuckled, patting the back of his hand.
What’s good about Yu’er?
He listens better than Jing Tai and resembles her more.
“Your Majesty, His Highness…”
A palace maid submitted the letter that had just arrived.
“Is it from Nongying?” Empress Chuge examined the letter, her eyes scanning: “The Flower Gathering… Sounds interesting.”
“Maternal majesty, if you were to organize it, how fitting it would be! But…”
Jiang Yu also looked at the letter:
“Will this stir the officials’ intentions?”
The civil and military officials tend to be old-fashioned. Since the Qianlong Conference, they hadn’t hosted a Flower Gathering.
“Let me discuss this with the officials and His Majesty. I won’t meddle in power struggles; Yu’er… you should visit the Dragon Raising Pavilion tonight.”
As she spoke, she rose.
After sitting in her soft sedan chair, she pulled out another letter from her sleeve.
She squinted at it, mumbling:
“Ying Bing, from Ziyang Mansion’s Qingyuan Sect, only seventeen.”
“Suspected of receiving the Da Shang inheritance, carrying…”
“A fragmented City of Divine Beings?”
