Song Xizhi seemed startled, and stepped back, looking at the man in front of her with a timid expression, as if she were both avoiding him and inviting him.
The man trembled with excitement.
He Jingyan, who was walking ahead, stopped abruptly upon hearing this.
He frowned slightly and turned around, only to see Song Xizhi looking extremely charming.
But when their eyes met, her expression turned serious and earnest.
He Jingyan knew immediately what she wanted to do, but seeing her alluring, disheveled appearance, he was still somewhat displeased.
He tried hard to suppress his displeasure, took a step forward, and with a gust of wind, swung his fist directly at the man's face.
"You think you can even covet my woman?"
The fat, big-eared man was all bark and no bite. After being hit by He Jingyan, he fell to the ground, and even his mask was knocked off.
Without the mask, the man's face was clearly seen. He was a notorious playboy in the capital, who spent his days indulging in drinking, gambling, whoring, and all sorts of evil deeds.
It is likely that Zhao Qingshu lured him here, intending to use this as leverage against his father, who had a child late in life.
The pain in his cheek brought him to his senses. This spoiled brat, who was known for his wickedness, showed no fear now. He spat out blood from his mouth and sneered again.
"Your woman? The women in this room are all shared! How come it's become yours to enjoy all the attention?"
He pushed himself up with his hands and struggled to his feet: "Whoever grabs it gets to keep it!"
Hearing this, He Jingyan seemed very angry. The veins on his neck bulged, and he rushed forward and started fighting with him.
The guards on the second floor saw this and rushed forward to stop them.
He Jingyan's kung fu was truly amazing; he practically beat the纨绔 (playboy) to the point of being powerless to fight back. Several guards couldn't pull him away, so they hurriedly called for others.
His every move was fluid and graceful, and his strikes were particularly beautiful, like a performance, yet his actions contained a ruthless force, as if he wanted to kill the person.
His actions not only attracted many guards, but also passersby who couldn't help but gather around to watch.
Looking at He Jingyan's angry back, Song Xizhi thought to himself that he really acted like a man.
I thought that a general as upright and honorable as him couldn't possibly act so lecherous, but now that he's fighting, he's just a complete playboy!
As Song Xizhi watched the crowd gradually surround the two fighters, she slowly took a step back and withdrew from the circle.
Seeing the guards on the second floor rushing over, Song Xizhi remembered He Jingyan's instructions and hurriedly went to the second room on the second floor.
She used the copper wire He Jingyan had given her to twist the lock on the door haphazardly a few times.
The man had already adjusted the shape of the copper wire, and with a casual twist, it actually opened.
Song Xizhi left the lock loose and took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the house, then hurriedly closed the door.
The room was a completely different world, incredibly spacious. In the very center of the room was a desk, but on three sides were tall cabinets filled with all sorts of tools.
There was even a bed in the corner.
But what's most eye-catching is the huge painting behind the desk.
The painting depicts a woman whose body is bound with red thread, which probably represents Zhao Qingshu's deepest desires.
Song Xizhi crouched down and jogged to the desk, where he squatted down and began flipping through the documents on it.
But to everyone's surprise, Zhao Qingshu's desk was filled with poems, songs, storybooks, and erotic pictures.
Song Xizhi looked at the things in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.
Given Zhao Qingshu's cautious nature, he probably wouldn't leave his most important items so casually on his desk.
It should be placed in the place he values most...
She pursed her lips, then suddenly turned around and looked at the huge painting behind the desk.
When Song Xizhi lifted the painting, sure enough, he found a hidden compartment behind it.
The hidden compartment was square, seemingly just big enough to hold a basic booklet, but what puzzled her most was that it wasn't locked.
Song Xizhi tilted her head, feeling something was wrong. She carefully felt around the hidden compartment and found a strand of hair in the crevice.
This is probably the mark that Zhao Qingshu made.
She memorized the location of the hair strand, carefully gathered it up, held it in her palm, and then slowly opened the hidden compartment.
Inside, I found a thick booklet that looked like an account book.
Song Xizhi's eyes suddenly lit up, realizing that this was exactly what she was looking for.
She first memorized the location of the booklet before taking it out and flipping through it with great anticipation.
But when Song Xizhi saw the first line of words in the booklet, he was completely stunned.
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