Bi Ziang's expression shifted between light and dark, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "I really didn't expect my ancestor to have such a method. I, Bi, am truly convinced of my defeat."

He was secretly furious. He had never failed to get what he wanted since he was a child, but today he had actually stumbled and been defeated by this kid.

He even suspected that the other person couldn't count the number of petals at all, and had just secretly hidden one petal, then added another to his answer to cheat.

After all, counting so many petals in a short time requires extraordinary cultivation. Although the other party is now famous, in terms of true cultivation, how could he possibly compare to himself, who comes from a prestigious family and has had many fortuitous encounters?

Even so, he was only able to count the number of petals by practicing the "Heaven and Earth Sorrowful Sword" technique. What makes Zu'an so special?

Anger from Bi Ziang: +745 +745 +745...

However, although he was angry inside, he didn't show it on his face at all. Even Nanxun was impressed by his demeanor: "Young Master Bi is truly a gentleman. Rooms have already been prepared in the building, and there are other courtesans for you to choose from."

Only Zuan smiled without saying a word. On the surface, the other party did indeed appear very gentlemanly, but unfortunately, the endless stream of anger from his backer betrayed him.

Bi Ziang originally looked down on the other courtesans, but thinking that if he left in a huff, he would be seen as petty, so he smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you, Miss Nanxun."

He quickly left, led by the maid. Nanxun turned around and looked at Zu'an: "Young master, tonight I am yours. I hope you will cherish me."

Zuan had to admit that these courtesans were incredibly skilled; their haughty and aloof gazes uttered such alluring words, enough to make any man's blood boil.

Unfortunately, Zuan knew her identity was questionable; he was simply curious to see how she planned to perform.

“A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so let’s not waste any more time,” Zu’an said, pretending to hug her.

"A moment of pleasure is worth a thousand pieces of gold?" The mysterious woman next door murmured his words, and one couldn't help but admire his talent, but it was a pity that he didn't use it for good; he was a lecherous devil.

Nanxun turned around and dodged his embrace, smiling as she said, "Young master, please don't be in such a hurry. I've had the maid prepare hot water. Let's help you bathe and change first."

Zuan waved his hand: "No need, I took a shower before coming here to save time."

Nan Xun's smile froze on her face; she was momentarily speechless at the other party's response.

Seeing that the other party refused to bathe, she had no choice but to keep backing away, finally pretending to fall onto the bed. Then she looked at Zu An with a pitiful expression and said, "Young master, someone of my background doesn't expect to get married one day, but I've always envied the scene of a husband lifting the red veil on his wedding night. Tonight is also my wedding night. Could you help me lift the tassel as if you were lifting the red veil?"

Such a request was perfectly reasonable, and coupled with her tender, affectionate eyes and soft, sweet voice, no man could refuse.

Zuan was no exception: "I would be delighted."

As he spoke, he bent down and gently peeled off the tassels on her face. Although it wasn't the first time he had seen her, he was still amazed. She was indeed a great beauty.

Just then, Nanxun parted her red lips slightly, and a wisp of white smoke blew out, directly hitting Zuan's face.

Zuan froze, then collapsed limply onto the bed beside him.

Nan Xun got out of bed, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and her eyes regained their usual haughty look. She scoffed in a mocking tone, "You stinky man, didn't expect that, did you!"

Zuan had been on guard and hadn't been poisoned, but he didn't know what the effect of the white smoke was. He was hesitating whether to faint directly or pretend to be weak when he heard her words. He figured it was probably the latter, so he pretended to be panicked and said, "What's going on? Who are you?"

“Now I’m asking you, you have no right to ask me,” Nanxun looked down at him. “You can only blame your bad luck. Today’s target was Yu Nan or Bi Ziang, but you had to get involved.”

Zuan hurriedly said, "They're just next door, you can go find them now."

"Heh, I thought you were a hero after we first met, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward," Nanxun said with some disdain upon seeing his reaction. "It's inconvenient for those two to go today. I also have some questions for you. I'll ask and you answer."

"Don't even think about resisting. The breath I just exhaled will make you obedient," Nan Xun said confidently, seemingly trying to break down the other person's mind as quickly as possible.

Zuan was amused. He had been wondering how to disguise himself well, but Zuan had revealed everything.

So he pretended his eyes were starting to glaze over and mumbled, "What do you want to ask?"

"So weak?" Nanxun hadn't expected him to surrender so quickly, thinking that the willpower of such a lecherous man was indeed very weak. "What exactly happened in the secret realm of the National Academy this time?"

Zu An felt a chill run down his spine, wondering if she was one of the King of Qi's people.

Was her previous "death" just a charade staged in cooperation with King Qi?

He dared not delay and gave a general account of what had happened in the secret realm.

Nanxun frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his answer: "What I want to ask about is what actually happened in the secret realm, not these uniform statements from the imperial court."

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