Chapter 36: So Domineering!
Returning to the room, as soon as Huangfu Changan pushed open the door, she saw a group of people sitting or standing around the table in an orderly fashion. Among them, several wore silver masks, while a few others were unexpected distinguished guests.
“Wow! So lively… we could form three Mahjong tables!”
After a slight surprise, Huangfu Changan immediately composed herself and strode into the room.
Seeing Nangong Jingluan sticking closely behind Huangfu Changan, Wenren Qingsi practically lunged forward, drawing his sword to block his path.
“I told you to get lost and you didn’t. Don’t blame This Young Master for getting nasty!”
Nangong Jingluan jumped in fright, tightly clutching Huangfu Changan’s sleeve. He looked up at her pitifully, his dark eyes filled with embarrassment and fear.
“Dad…”
“Aiya…” Before Nangong Jingluan could get the word out, Huangfu Changan immediately reached out to cover his mouth. She then turned back, using her folding fan to parry Wenren Qingsi’s long sword, smilingly persuading him, “Little Si, don’t bully him. Hasn’t Little Luan been beaten badly enough by you? Look at him now, I’m afraid even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him… Even if you hate him, just make a gesture, don’t go overboard…”
“Hmph!” Retracting his long sword, Wenren Qingsi swept his brow, his cold, sharp gaze cutting fiercely across Nangong Jingluan’s face, his tone threatening. “Don’t let This Young Master hear that word again. Otherwise… whether you’re a Prince or a Persimmon, This Young Master will pull out your tongue all the same!”
Hearing this, Wenren Jiyou couldn’t help pulling at Wenren Qingsi’s sleeve, whispering a reminder.
“It’s not that persimmon (shizi), it’s the Heir (shizi)…”
Wenren Qingsi gave another cold snort, flicking his sleeve and stepping back two paces. “I don’t care which shizi he is, even if he’s a watermelon, it’s not allowed!”
Under everyone’s strange gazes, Wenren Jiyou quickly let go, turning sideways with an embarrassed laugh.
“Um… actually… I don’t know him!”
Not wanting to dwell on whether it was a persimmon or a watermelon, Huangfu Changan patted Nangong Jingluan’s shoulder to comfort him, then walked up to sit at the table. She opened her folding fan with a swish, fanned herself twice, and then, under the scrutinizing gazes of her ‘harem’, covered half her face with the fan and secretly leaned close to the visitor, whispering.
“You aren’t staying in Baidi City being a proper City Lord; what are you doing running here? Could it be… you missed This Young Master? Is it a case of… one day apart feels like three autumns?”
Dugu Mingri laughed heartily, unhesitatingly rejecting the idea.
“No, Young Master overthinks it. This City Lord came specifically to find the Young Palace Master.”
As the name implied, the only person in the room who could be called the Young Palace Master was Wenren Qingsi.
Disappointed, Huangfu Changan put away her folding fan, raised her cup to take a sip of tea, her attitude instantly becoming dismissive. “What do you want with Little Si?”
Dugu Mingri didn’t mind the massive drop in Huangfu Changan’s attitude. He merely leaned lazily back in his chair, smiling as he explained.
“As the saying goes, a country cannot go a day without a monarch, and a family cannot go a day without a master. Now that Qianjing Xueyi is dead…”
As he spoke, Dugu Mingri glanced sideways at Nangong Jingluan, his speech slowing down until it stopped abruptly.
Nangong Jingluan immediately blinked his watery eyes at Huangfu Changan again.
Huangfu Changan’s heart almost melted at his look, so she waved her hand.
“Little Luan is one of us. Just say it directly, it’s fine.”
Only then did Dugu Mingri continue.
“Previously, Qianjing Xueyi issued orders commanding the entire Magic Palace, and even the entire underworld… Now that Qianjing Xueyi is dead, the underworld is leaderless and has instantly fallen into chaos. Therefore, This City Lord came personally this time to ask the Young Palace Master to return and preside over the situation, ascending to the position of Palace Master. At the same time, to settle the grievances between the orthodox and heterodox paths.”
Hearing him mention this, Huangfu Changan remembered that ever since she was injured in the Imperial Mausoleum and brought back to the Zichen Imperial Palace by her Godfather to recuperate, her beloved concubines had stayed by her side every step of the way, leaving behind a mess in the pugilistic world.
Although there were still several elders and Madam Guizhi in the Magic Palace to clean up the mess, Qianjing Xueyi had many die-hard followers. After his death, they would inevitably stir up a storm of blood for revenge. If there wasn’t a commander to preside over the big picture, it would indeed cause a lot of trouble.
“Listening to the City Lord, has the Magic Palace encountered some trouble?”
Dugu Mingri nodded slightly. His identity was not only the City Lord of Baidi City but also one of the Four Great Guardians of the Magic Palace. The fate of Baidi City was closely linked to the Magic Palace; if the Magic Palace was in trouble, he naturally couldn’t sit idly by.
“After Qianjing Xueyi died, his death-sworn soldiers went mad. Not only did they secretly attack and injure Madam Guizhi, but they also spread news among the orthodox martial arts sects, leaking many of the Magic Palace’s secrets, attempting to provoke a second siege of the Magic Palace by the orthodox sects, seeking mutual destruction to comfort Qianjing Xueyi’s spirit in heaven.”
“What?!” Wenren Jiyou’s face changed. She couldn’t help raising her voice and standing up. “My mother was injured?!”
“Miss, rest assured. Madam Guizhi was only poisoned and suffered minor injuries. She has taken the antidote and is fine now.”
“Hmph!” Wenren Jiyou slammed the table, not appeased. “Those madmen dared to ambush my mother! Just wait! Auntie here will skin them alive!”
Hearing this, Nangong Jingluan couldn’t help shrinking his head again, muttering softly, “Wow… this one is even fiercer…”
Wenren Qingsi narrowed his eyes. Hearing about internal strife in his own nest, he was naturally displeased.
“So what is the situation in the Magic Palace now? Do those so-called decent, orthodox sects really intend to launch a second siege? Usually, they can’t beat the Magic Palace, so seizing this opportunity to kick us while we’re down is not a bad idea… However, don’t think that just because Qianjing Xueyi is dead, they can do whatever they want. The Magic Palace isn’t made up of just Qianjing Xueyi alone!”
“Regardless, the Magic Palace has killed too heavily in the past and made too many enemies. Now, with many traitors appearing, if we don’t act cautiously and avoid their sharp edge, I’m afraid a fierce battle will inevitably damage our foundation.”
“Fear what! Three feet of ice does not freeze in a single day; the Magic Palace has stood for a hundred years, can they destroy it just because they want to? At worst, if one comes, I kill one; if a pair comes, I kill a pair!”
“Hey, hey… Little Si, don’t get excited yet! The City Lord is right. In recent years, to satisfy Qianjing Xueyi’s perverted desires, the Magic Palace has killed too heavily. Enemies are all over the Nine Provinces, and the reputation is terrible. Even if you hack your blade until it chips, you might not be able to kill everyone…”
“Heavens, hacking the blade until it chips… how many people must be killed…” Nangong Jingluan listened with fear and trepidation from the side, unable to resist glancing secretly at Huangfu Changan and whispering, “What exactly do you guys do?”
Patting his head, Huangfu Changan scolded softly, “Adults are talking, children shouldn’t interrupt!”
Feeling the sharp gaze like needles on his back, Nangong Jingluan pursed his lips and immediately shut his mouth obediently.
Gong Shuying propped one foot on a chair, taking out his long sword and wiping it carefully with an embroidered handkerchief, expressing deep contempt for Wenren Qingsi’s failure to distinguish right from wrong!
“The Young Master is right. The Magic Palace owes a blood debt first; paying with life for murder is natural justice. Unless you kill everyone in the martial world, the enemies will never disappear… By the way, let me say the ugly words first. Although This Young Master ran away from home years ago, if the Magic Palace dares to lay a poisonous hand on Tianque Villa, This Young Master won’t mind killing… you first!”
Hua Jianjian raised his hand languidly, adding:
“Fox, remember to add This Valley Master when the time comes.”
Li Qingchi rubbed his chin, looking slightly hesitant. “Is this the establishment of a new alliance? Then add This Young Master too!”
Huangfu Fenglin rubbed his fists and wiped his palms. “A gang fight? How can you leave out the Lord (me)!”
Huangfu Yanzhen remained composed. “Frankly speaking, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time…”
Huangfu Wujie was expressionless, his face cool and grim. “Don’t look at me… I have no opinion.”
Poyun Mingyu smiled gently. “I have no opinion either, I’ll listen to everyone.”
The harem turned their heads in unison, speaking in one voice: “You get lost!”
Seeing this, Nangong Jingluan was instantly confused… What is this situation?!
Aren’t these masked people all from Zheju Palace? Why do they fight at the drop of a hat? Are they on the same side or not?!
Raising his brow and sneering three times, Wenren Qingsi turned his head, his gaze sweeping back and forth across everyone’s faces, before asking, “Then what do you propose? Could it be you want This Young Master to destroy the Magic Palace personally, and then self-mutilate in front of the martial arts world to apologize?”
The harem nodded in unison. “I don’t object.”
Poyun Mingyu: “I… we don’t object.”
The harem once again fired eye daggers in unison. “Who is ‘we’ with you?! Roll far away, okay?!”
Poyun Mingyu instantly covered his face, crying blindly!
Even Nangong Jingluan couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing. “That big brother in white clothes is really pitiful…”
Dugu Mingri seemed long accustomed to such scenes. From beginning to end, he didn’t even blink, only leaning lazily in his chair, looking at Huangfu Changan with a faint smile.
“I wonder what brilliant idea Young Master Zheju has?”
“What is difficult about this?”
Snap! She opened the folding fan inscribed with the four big words “Unrestrained and Uninhibited,” fanning gently against her jaw. Huangfu Changan’s phoenix eyes turned slightly, her smile wild and conceited.
“Qianjing Xueyi was killed by This Young Master. Thus, it can be said that the entire martial world owes This Young Master a favor. If This Young Master steps forward, they will naturally have to give This Young Master some face.”
“So… the Young Master means?”
Swish! Closing the folding fan and knocking it heavily on the table, Huangfu Changan’s gaze sharpened, her voice resounding!
“Everyone in the Magic Palace shall join Zheju Palace, becoming a sect under Zheju Palace, honoring This Young Master as the Lord!”
As the words fell, everyone froze in unison. Nangong Jingluan admired her so much he prostrated himself on the ground, almost kneeling to hug Young Master Zheju’s thigh: “…So! Domineering!”
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