Chapter 102: The Demise is the Conqueror [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Qi Shan watched helplessly as Gong Shuwu led his men away.

He clicked his tongue and said, "What a pity, what a pity."

Shen Tang propped her forehead with one hand, her whole body hot and sweaty, her inner clothes soaked with sticky sweat. Her cheeks were flushed with a thin layer of red, but the bright campfire covered the redness that emanated from her skin, and no one noticed her subtle abnormality.

"What's a pity?"

Shen Tang forced herself to stay awake.

“Those constables, what a pity,” Qi Shan replied with a smile. “Ordinary low-ranking nobles can handle two or three adult men, and the leader is a third-class noble. Although their strength is not great, they can be good instructors for the troops, teaching newcomers.”

If they were all killed by Gong Shuwu at once, wouldn't that be a loss?

Shen Tang rubbed his temples and said indifferently, "How can those few mouths to feed be worth one Gong Shuwu? They have a grudge, so if they don't die, who will? It's not a loss for them..."

"That makes sense; if you calculate it that way, it's definitely not a loss."

After he finished speaking, Lin Feng, who was standing next to Shen Tang, trembled.

From the little girl's perspective, Qi Shan's manner of saying these words was too bizarre and terrifying. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of heartfelt joy, and the way she looked at Shen Tang was just like an old nanny in Chongci Courtyard who loved to steal food staring at a plate of plump and delicious food, not like a proper person.

She pursed her lips and moved closer to Shen Tang's side.

A moment later, my shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

She turned her head in surprise, only to see a dark, shaggy head. A few unruly strands of hair slid across her cheek as she turned, causing a ticklish, tingling sensation. Because she was so close, she could also smell the alcohol in his breath.

It turned out that Shen Tang was too sleepy and had fallen asleep. Her head was tilted to the side, leaning against Lin Feng's shoulder. Zhai Le noticed the situation and reached out to grab Shen Tang's other shoulder, relieving Lin Feng's embarrassment—she was still young, and Shen Tang's weight was too much for her.

Qi Shan got up and helped Chen Tang up.

"You're asleep already?" he asked incredulously.

They were just talking a moment ago.

With eyes closed and breathing steady and gentle, if you listen closely, you can even hear a little snoring, so she is definitely asleep.

Without any warning, she tilted her head and fell asleep instantly.

Chu Yao couldn't help but chuckle.

He said, "It's better if you fall asleep."

He remained drunk, worried that Qi Shan might lose several years of his life.

Qi Shan clicked her tongue in exasperation, bent down and carried the soundly asleep, completely unaware of anything, onto her shoulder into the carriage.

He gave instructions to Lin Feng, who had followed him.

"You don't need to wait on me here, go to sleep."

Lin Feng hesitated: "But..."

Qi Shan chuckled: "How can an eight or nine-year-old take care of people? Go to sleep and get some rest. We can talk about the rest during the day."

Judging from Lin Feng's attire alone, it was clear that she had only ever been served before. Even an adult man would struggle to keep up with the energy of a vigorous drunkard, let alone her. Seeing her weary face and pale cheeks, it was obvious that she was in poor condition. Rather than forcing herself to prove herself useful, she should rest properly.

Lin Feng looked stubborn, pursed his lips, and instead of choosing another carriage, he chose Shen Tang's carriage and found a corner to sit in.

Seeing her stubbornness, Qi Shan decided not to insist any further.

Surprisingly, the drunkard was quite well-behaved once he fell asleep.

Emmm... He's so well-behaved it's frightening. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, one might think he's already passed away peacefully.

Qi Shan watched for a while, and after confirming that she wouldn't suddenly jump up and cause trouble, she breathed a sigh of relief. Before leaving, she didn't forget to cast a "wise self-preservation" spell on Chen Tang, which would protect her from mosquito bites and allow her to sleep more peacefully.

After getting off the carriage, Gong Shuwu returned covered in blood.

Needless to say, most of them are truly at peace now.

Gong Shuwu immediately offered a suggestion: "We've found out the location of the bandits' hideout. They've brought out most of their elite troops for tonight's raid, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled behind. Sir, shall we take them down tomorrow?"

Because Zhai Le was there, there were some things he couldn't say.

After capturing the bandits' hideout, they would have a place to stay, and if they robbed the tax silver, they would also have a place to store it.

The city of Xiaocheng is the territory of the prefect, and it is not safe.

Qi Shan lowered her eyes and pondered.

He waved his hand: "That's not appropriate."

Gong Shuwu asked in surprise: "Is this inappropriate?"

He questioned the bandits and learned that a lot of the Lin family's property had been robbed by them. If they didn't take it back, wouldn't that be letting them get away with it?

Qi Shan shook her head: "We can't wait until tomorrow."

Gong Shuwu: "Shall we make our move tonight?"

"Yes, waiting until tomorrow to take action might cause unforeseen changes."

He didn't say what the "change" was.

Of everyone present, only Chu Yao knew.

This "change" naturally refers to his son, Goro.

Through their previous drunken blunder, the two learned that Goro not only had an extremely low alcohol tolerance and terrible drinking manners, but also forgot everything she did while drunk afterward. In other words, she would only remember getting into a gang fight with thugs, and would deny everything she did afterward.

This naturally includes recruiting thugs and seeking out bandits for revenge.

It would be better to take advantage of her drunkenness and attack the bandit's den, making it a fait accompli, so that Goro would have no way to deny it.

Chu Yao smiled and said to Zhai Le, "I'll trouble you, young master Zhai, to keep things in order tonight. When Wu Lang wakes up tomorrow, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

Zhai Le didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Just curious: "Don't you need to go down and help?"

Chu Yao said, "The bandit den is only left with the old, weak, sick and disabled, so there is nothing to fear. With the brave Gongshu, we will be fine. These scoundrels and bandits have not truly submitted to us yet, and Wulang is still drunk. We must leave someone here to keep an eye on them, lest they become emboldened and suddenly rebel."

Zhai Le agreed with this reasoning.

It would be laughable if even the five high-ranking officials, including Gong Shuwu Jiu, couldn't handle a bandit stronghold that had lost all its elite troops. Not to mention that Mr. Qi Shan would also be going along. This force could easily take on an ordinary bandit camp of a thousand men.

They immediately agreed to the arrangement.

Of all the people, Chu Yao was probably the most exhausted. His literary talent had been crippled for many years, and the arduous work in the kitchen of Yuehua Tower had taken its toll on his physical strength and energy. After arranging everything, he took a short rest outside the carriage where Shen Tang was sleeping, closing his eyes to recharge.

But before he could close his eyes for long, he heard some strange noises.

Even though Zhai Le was far away, he was startled and looked over in the direction of the sound.

Chu Yao frowned, gesturing for Zhai Le to stay still, while he lifted the carriage curtain and, by the light of the campfire, could barely see what was happening inside. Lin Feng was huddled up, hugging his knees, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Chu Yao lowered his voice and asked her, "What happened?"

Lin Feng stammered, "It's...it's shining..."

What's glowing?

Lin Feng pointed at Shen Tang and trembled, saying, "My lord's literary monogram, just now a light suddenly flew over, I...I'm scared..."

Despite being physically exhausted, Lin Feng was mentally agitated and unable to sleep. She curled up in a corner, resting her chin on her knees, and stared blankly to kill time until her vision began to blur. Just when she thought she could finally fall asleep, the monogram suddenly flew up.

I vaguely saw a beam of light hurtling towards me.

She was so startled that she snapped back to reality.

Chu Yao frowned: "Are you sure it wasn't the literary energy left by Qi Shan?"

Lin Feng bit his lip: "It's not literary style..."

She knew that literature was characterized by black and white.

But that light was golden...

It's long and thin, like some kind of animal.

Lin Feng touched her forehead, but felt nothing unusual. Even she couldn't help but wonder if she was hallucinating...

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Sorry, I ate at several banquets during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I was completely exhausted. I felt groggy and couldn't recover during the day. Today is the 23rd, so I should make up for it with four updates today.

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