At such close range, I could even feel the elasticity of her skin, and the air was filled with her sweet fragrance.

Zuan listened carefully to the entire operation plan and asked some detailed questions. Just before setting off, he said to Zhang Zitong, "Go change your clothes. Embroidered-Clad Envoys do not need to sell their bodies to carry out missions."

Zhang Zitong blushed slightly: "Yes!"

She quickly hid in the inner room and began to change her clothes. A few minutes later, she came out again, once again displaying her usual heroic and spirited demeanor.

Xiao Jianren and the others watching from the side were full of admiration. The Eleventh Lord was indeed the Eleventh Lord. He did not show the slightest emotion in the face of such temptation. Unlike us, who were so useless.

Soon, under the cover of night, the group arrived near Ruyi Fang. Everyone else took their positions, while Zu An stood on a high place and silently watched everything.

Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong couldn't sense his location at all, and couldn't help but marvel once again at how unfathomable the Eleventh Lord was.

About half an hour later, Mr. Huo appeared in sight. He had obviously changed his attire, presumably to keep it a secret from the people of the Prince of Yan's mansion.

The Embroidered-Robe Envoy did not make a move on the street. After all, in a place like Ruyi Fang, there were people coming and going all around, and it would be impossible not to alert others.

Mr. Huo arrived at Ruyi Fang, and soon a madam greeted him with a smile and led him into a private room.

"Please wait a moment, sir. Your young lady will be here soon." The madam, holding a silver ingot, swayed her plump buttocks and walked away happily.

Mr. Huo felt nauseous at the sight and snorted, "How can this fat woman compare to a slender and delicate young girl?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but swallow, took out a pink pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

He soon felt a heat spreading across his lower abdomen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He knew he would soon be able to display his prowess on the young girl.

However, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked at the teacup on the table: "Poisoned!"

He hurriedly got up, and at that moment the window next to him suddenly opened, and several people dressed in embroidered clothes tumbled in. At the same time, four soul-hooking ropes instantly wrapped around his hands and feet.

To deal with a master like Mr. Huo, ordinary embroidered-robed messengers are no longer useful. This time, Zhang Zitong, Xiao Jianren, and two silver medalists from Yi County have come.

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They worked together seamlessly, giving each other almost no time to react.

The Soul-Hooking Rope of the Embroidered-Robed Envoy is incredibly powerful. Once an ordinary cultivator is bound by it, their vital energy cannot circulate, leaving them completely at the mercy of others.

As expected, Mr. Huo shuddered and went limp.

But at that moment, the pattern on his forehead suddenly came to life, as if it had turned into a living eye.

"Don't look into his eyes!" Zhang Zitong exclaimed.

However, it was too late. The four silver-plated embroidered women instantly became dazed, then stood frozen in place, and actually fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Huo sneered, slowly removed the Soul-Hooking Rope from his body, then twisted his body, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of tea, forcing out the poison from his body.

"A mere few silver-ranked embroidered robes, and you dare to try and capture this old man?"

As they spoke, they approached Zhang Zitong and looked closely at her furrowed brows: "You're really pretty, but you're a little older than I am..."

The pink pill he had just taken was taking effect, and he suddenly swallowed hard: "I've never played the Silver Medal Embroidered Robe game before. You're beautiful and have long legs. I'll make an exception for you this time and let's celebrate this auspicious day properly."

Just as he was about to reach out and touch the other person, a mocking voice suddenly came from behind: "Do you know that those who open champagne at halftime never have a good ending?"