Xuancheng.

The drizzle was falling and the chill penetrated into the bones.

As soon as Qingdai came into this world, she felt a dull pain in the back of her head.

In the last moment of my coma, I saw the iconic scene - the streets lined with plane trees, the brightly lit night market restaurants, and a modern woman in a fancy cheongsam with a slanting collar who disappeared before my eyes in the blink of an eye...

******

"Host, wake up! Wake up, host! The story has begun!"

Qingdai opened her eyes drowsily and found a big bump on the back of her head. The small system took out the de-swelling spray and sprayed it, which relieved the pain.

Before she could say anything, a faint voice came from the door:

"Marshal, the traitor Qing Yuanshan has been taken into custody and imprisoned. According to your orders, his entire family has also been detained at the Ping'an Hotel. Not a single one has been spared..."

"Who are the people in his family?"

"Qing Yuanshan's wife died early, leaving him with only one daughter, who was... stunningly beautiful."

The person who reported seemed to have known the character of this southern warlord for a long time, and spoke to the point.

After finishing the report in an orderly manner, he saw the Marshal's thick eyebrows slightly raised after hearing his words, and he knew that he had touched the Marshal's heart.

So he rolled his eyes, lowered his head even more, and leaned close to the Marshal's ear: "Qing Yuanshan dared to betray the Marshal and should have thought about the consequences. He is now in prison, and his daughter's whereabouts are unknown. No one will find her..."

Wu Zhanqi listened to the friendly words of the person next to him, and stroked the saber at his waist calmly. Thinking of the woman who he had only met once but left an indelible mark on his heart, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Well done. Arrange her at the Ping'an Hotel. You stay here and tell them not to disturb her. I'll be there soon."

A hint of joy flashed across the man's eyes: "Yes, Marshal!"

******

As for why Wu Zhanqi came to Ping An Hotel today, it was certainly not just to have a meal. In this period of war when all forces are ready to move, you have to be careful when going out, for fear that you might die at any time.

Especially that little bastard from the north, who came to Xuancheng Ping'an Hotel in a swaggering manner, showing a grand posture, and the only thing missing was to notify him, the commander who occupied the largest force in the south.

In the Ping An Hotel.

Passing through the carved glass cabinet, the restaurant owner trembled as he stood towards the door, nodding and bowing, as if he wanted to find a place to escape so as to ease this tense, frightening and helpless situation.

In the center of the hotel, lights and shadows revolve, and it is not only the warm and lingering light that is colorful, but also the cheongsam girls with graceful figure like the water of Jiangnan. They dance with the guests in the center of the ballroom, twisting their waists and circling, and the slits under the cheongsam are charming, subtle and gorgeous.

When the carved door was completely opened from the outside, the guests who were still dancing to the melody immediately stopped, split to both sides, and forcibly made a path in the middle.

The man was wearing a crisp white shirt and straight black trousers. He had clear eyebrows and a sharp jawline. He pursed his thin lips, and his delicate features revealed a calmness.

He walked step by step, neither fast nor slow, and every time he stepped on the ground, he felt a sense of shock that oppressed his nerves.

The restaurant owner was able to survive here because he had come into contact with many heroes in troubled times. Even so, when he looked into his eyes for the first time, he could feel the unfathomable depth in his pair of deep black eyes.

"General, please come in quickly. The Marshal has instructed me in advance that everything here has been arranged..."

Chu Luwei smiled faintly and said: "Since the Marshal has invited me, I would be honored to refuse."

******

Of course Wu Zhanqi has been waiting for a long time.

Chu Luwei is the son of his mortal enemy Chu Xiaotian.

The northern and southern warlords clashed with each other. Two years ago, he learned that his mortal enemy was seriously ill. The deadlock between the northern and southern warlords, who had been secretly checking and balancing each other, was immediately broken.

Wu Zhanqi even raised an army overnight to prepare for some small action, but unfortunately his mortal enemy was really ill, and he had a good son. This kid was a ruthless character, and in less than half a year he had severely crushed the morale of the southern army.

Today, he received news that the son of his mortal enemy suddenly appeared in Xuancheng. Of course, Wu Zhanqi could not sit still and immediately decided to go and find out what was going on in person.

"Brother Chu actually came to Xuancheng without even saying hello. Why didn't he tell my uncle so that I could do my best to be a good host?"

It is obvious that these two families are eager to fight to the death as soon as they meet. They have been in constant conflict over the years. Let alone a proper meeting, it would be better if they don't pick up guns and fight.

Wu Zhanqi used seniority to pressure him as soon as he opened his mouth, but Chu Luwei didn't get angry at all. He just curled his lips slightly and acted calmly.

"My father is bedridden and here to recuperate. As his son, I came out to run errands for him. I just wanted to keep a low profile, but I didn't expect to alarm the Marshal. It was indeed a lack of consideration on my part."

Wu Zhanqi's throat choked and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Who says that leading troops to appear on the street in a swaggering manner is called keeping a low profile?

What does it mean to accidentally alarm the Marshal?

The restaurant owner was trembling with fear, wishing he didn't have ears.

It is said that when the northern warlords were young, they would fight anyone they disliked. They were thinking about how they could give birth to such a gentle and kind young man, and they would not hesitate to speak up and not show mercy.