Murong Fu and Murong Bo exchanged glances.

This cheap father is addicted to role-playing.

Murong Fu asked, "Hero Li, what gift do you wish to give?"

Murong Bo sneered, his cold eyes flashing with amusement. He took out an item from his robes. "I encountered some interesting things while passing through Shaoshi Mountain and obtained some letters. They are correspondence between a highly respected person and others, which I am entrusting to Young Master Murong."

Having said that, he threw down the letter and strode away.

The crowd looked at each other, craning their necks to look at the letter with curiosity.

Murong Fu did not reach out to take it, but instead used the primordial energy of heaven and earth to create an invisible hand and opened the letter.

This miraculous scene once again amazed all the heroes.

There was more than one letter.

Some of the characters are written in a vigorous and powerful style, indicating they were written by a man.

Some of the beautiful calligraphy is written by women.

"My beloved, the night we spent together is unforgettable. I had a son, but he was killed by thieves and his whereabouts are unknown..."

Someone read it aloud.

"Whose letter is this? It even led to someone having a child!"

"You can know a person's face but not their heart."

"Quickly look at the other letters."

Everyone read the letter with interest, as if they were just watching a spectacle unfold.

"The Khitan envoy will enter the country on the fifteenth of August. On the surface, he is friendly to the Song court, but in reality, he intends to seize the Seventy-Two Unique Skills. We will go together to Yanmen Pass to ambush him..."

As the contents of the second letter were read aloud, many people were completely bewildered.

Songzhou had a long history of hostility with the Khitans, with years of war, and had never heard of any Khitan envoys.

"Quickly, take a look at the third letter," someone urged.

"I have passed the throne to Qiao Feng, but his Khitan identity remains a potential threat. If Qiao Feng rebels, I hope Your Excellency will restore order..."

"This third letter appears to have been written by Wang Jiantong, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect."

"The Beggars' Sect? They disbanded a long time ago."

"Brother, you probably don't know this yet, but Lu Youjiao, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect in the Southern Song Dynasty, came to the Northern Song Dynasty to gather the Beggars' Sect disciples and reorganize the Beggars' Sect. Although it has become a second-rate force, it still exists."

"..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Someone else urged, "Keep watching!"

"Xuan Ci! You are unjust, so I will be unjust too! I, Ye Erniang, will become a vengeful ghost and make you regret it for the rest of your life..."

"hiss!!!"

Upon seeing the fourth letter, everyone couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

This was actually a letter written by Ye Erniang, one of the Four Evils, to Xuan Ci. The letter was full of accusations and insults, and Ye Erniang even blamed Xuan Ci for the loss of her child.

The knights, unsure of the letter's authenticity, looked hesitantly at Murong Fu: "Young Master Murong, what do you think?"

Murong Fu smiled faintly and said, "The truth cannot be determined by a few letters. My opinion is that we should go to Shaolin Temple a few days later and ask Abbot Xuanci. Given Abbot Xuanci's high moral character and prestige, he would certainly not lie. If it is what he did, he will definitely admit it."

The group exchanged bewildered glances once more. Would they really admit to something like this?

Li Qiushui sneered disdainfully, saying with a playful tone, "What's so strange about that? Every man thinks about that kind of thing, otherwise why would that Murong brat marry me?"

These words caused another moment of silence. The logic is sound, but it's not quite appropriate for the bride to say such things.

Murong Fu raised his hand and laughed heartily, "Whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter. Everyone, eat and drink well, and don't leave until you're drunk!"

"Young Master Murong, I'd like to offer you a toast!"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!"

The banquet continued until sunset.

Murong Fu was about to enter the bridal chamber with his two brides when Qiao Feng arrived looking exhausted.

Qiao Feng said regretfully, "Young Master Murong, I fought the thief for a long time, but it's hateful that he still managed to escape wounded."

Murong Fu said, "Hero Qiao, you've worked hard. Please have a cup of water or wine to calm down."

Qiao Feng downed several bowls of wine before boldly setting down the large bowl. He then hesitated and said, "Young Master Murong, I heard that Young Master Li gave you some letters. May I borrow them to take a look?"

"Of course."

Murong Fu immediately took out the letter and handed it to him, saying, "Master Qiao, take your time reading it."

That's all.

Murong Fu then led the two brides into the bridal chamber.

Qiao Feng wanted to ask something more, but seeing this, he could only shut his mouth and silently lower his head to read the letter.

The next morning.

Murong Fu felt refreshed and invigorated.

Yue Lingshan came to her side and asked with a hint of reproach, "Husband, did you sleep well last night?"

Murong Fu embraced her and said softly, "I didn't sleep last night."

Hearing his blunt and lewd words, Yue Lingshan couldn't help but roll her eyes with a charming and seductive expression.

Qiao Feng rushed over: "Young Master Murong!"

Murong Fu asked in surprise, "Hero Qiao, what happened? Why do you look so haggard?"

Qiao Feng looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights, even more tired than the groom.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

Qiao Feng frowned, shook his head and waved his hands, unwilling to explain.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Young Master Murong, I need to leave for a while. I may come back, or I may not... I would like to ask you to help take care of Xiaoyue. She is a good girl, and I don't want her to suffer with me."

"You're too kind, Master Qiao. I consider Xiaoyue my own sister, and I would have looked after her even if you hadn't said anything," Murong Fu said earnestly, patting his chest.

"Since you have instructed me, I will take care of her for the rest of my life and ensure that she suffers no harm whatsoever."

Qiao Feng smiled sadly upon hearing this. Although he knew that Murong Fu was a womanizer, the next time he saw Xiaoyue, it might not just be Xiaoyue alone, but he might even bring several children with him.

However, Qiao Feng pondered the future, which was uncertain, with life and death hanging in the balance, and a life filled with sorrow. Rather than let Xiao Yue suffer with him, he thought it better to let her live a happy life in her later years.