This explanation calmed the unease in Emperor Yan's heart.
He nodded in agreement, forcefully suppressing the terrifying thought that had surfaced in his mind.
Zhou Shiying had long since severed ties with the Zhou family and had not been in contact with them for two whole years. The two were thousands of miles apart, so how could Zhou Cheng possibly have known about Zhou Shiying's miserable situation at just the right time?
Definitely not.
Zhou Cheng has not yet appeared in the capital because the time is not yet right.
There are only a few hours left until Lin Jiaoyun's wedding. It's still early, still early. Zhou Cheng will definitely come...
Zhou Cheng was so concerned about Lin Jiaoyun's safety that upon hearing the news of her upcoming marriage, he traveled a great distance from Jiangling City to the capital. He valued Lin Jiaoyun more than his own life, so how could he not come?
He was the monarch of a country.
How could I have made the wrong bet?!
Compared to Emperor Yan, who was anxiously waiting for Zhou Cheng to enter the game, and his confidants who were seizing the warehouses of the six cities, the most panicked person was the cloth shop manager, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Miss Qingyan, I can't do it, I really can't!"
"I'm just a small branch manager. What am I supposed to say when Young Master Zhou comes to ask for me later?"
"The Pavilion Master told me to act serious, no, I mean dignified yet elegant, reflecting the sophistication of Cheng Gui Pavilion while also making Young Master Zhou think we're good people..."
“But the jobs we take on are all about killing to seize official positions. They don’t seem like good people at all.”
The shopkeeper, who was over forty years old, had legs that trembled incessantly. He tried to hold them down with his hands, but as soon as he let go, they started trembling again.
Looking at the shopkeeper's unreliable appearance, Qingyan had a premonition that things were going to go wrong.
There's really no one left!
She and Lan Yan, among others, had all made their appearances in front of Zhou Cheng.
If they were to impersonate the heads of the branch, they would likely be exposed at any moment. Once exposed, if their master were to fall out of favor with Young Master Zhou, they might have to commit suicide and go with Xia Lin'er.
In short, just one sentence.
"Act according to the situation!"
Qingyan said solemnly, "You can't reveal your master's identity, you can't give Young Master Zhou any special treatment, and you have to show that we are good people in a just right way."
"You...you decide what to do!"
"Here he comes, Young Master Zhou. Remember, act according to the circumstances."
The shopkeeper watched with a bitter expression as Qingyan disappeared, leaving him alone to face the negotiations to come.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Cheng leading a group of people into the room. The shopkeeper took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, and walked out with a forced calm and solemn demeanor.
After learning that Zhou Cheng and others wanted the Marquis of Pingyang.
The shopkeeper remembered the instructions from the leader of Ziyan: he had to maintain a certain air of aloofness and give people a sense of profound mystery, but also to appear humble and make the other party think that the members of Chenggui Pavilion were all very cultured.
Thinking of this,
The shopkeeper put on an expression that was three parts arrogant, three parts mysterious, and four parts lewd. He cleared his throat and stared at Zhou Cheng, who was in the lead, and said, "You want the person we caught in the backyard?"
"Do you even know where this is? How dare you come empty-handed to demand our people back?"
Zhou Cheng was genuinely startled for half a second.
Is this the kind of good person that the immortals were talking about?
This posture doesn't look quite right!
“That man has a grudge against me, and I’ve been looking for him for some time now. I hope you can do me a favor and hand him over to me. Before I came here, I thought this was just a cloth shop. Could it be more than just a cloth shop?” Zhou Cheng expressed his goodwill and doubts.
The shopkeeper was in a complete panic.
He glanced back furtively and met Qingyan's encouraging gaze.
The shopkeeper quickly recalled the words Ziyan had instructed him to use.
When Young Master Zhou asked where this was, he couldn't directly say that this was a branch of Cheng Gui Ge.
To say it directly would seem too deliberate and arrogant; one must subtly, quietly, and with a touch of sophistication let Mr. Zhou discover it on his own initiative.
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