Zuan snorted: "Who's your wife? Miss Zheng and you didn't even go through the wedding ceremony, so strictly speaking, she's not your wife. I'm wearing a groom's outfit now, so anyone who sees us will see that we're a couple."
“You…” Sang Qian was so confused by his unreasonable arguments that she couldn’t think of a rebuttal for a moment.
Anger from Sang Qian: +888!
Zheng Dan, however, didn't have his thick skin. In front of so many people, she was too embarrassed to be intimate with him. Blushing, she pushed him aside.
Zuan didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he sat up.
Sang Hong coughed, clearly not wanting to see his son bullied, and directly answered the previous question, changing the subject: "According to my speculation, His Majesty was a bit careless this time. He thought that with a Grandmaster, a Ninth-Rank expert accompanying him, the Imperial Guard, and the Embroidered-Robed Envoy who could request an imperial edict at any time, he could theoretically handle most situations. He just didn't expect the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra to be so tempting to all sides."
There was something else he didn't say: the fact that various forces were all mobilized might not necessarily be for the sake of obtaining the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra," but rather they might simply be trying to prevent the emperor from getting it.
Zuan rolled his eyes: "You talk like they're all coming for me. Aren't there plenty of assassins coming for you too? Look, I bet that guy over there is coming for you."
Sang Hong was startled and quickly followed his gaze. He saw a figure slowly emerging from the woods in the distance. A disheveled man with an unkempt appearance walked out slowly, a slender knife held horizontally against his neck, his hands resting naturally on the knife. His entire gait gave off a carefree and unrestrained feeling.
“Ding Run, the lay Buddhist who asks for money? What are you doing here?” Upon seeing the other person’s appearance, Sang Hong’s expression immediately turned serious.
"Jiaqian Jushi?" Zu'an was taken aback; the name sounded familiar.
Sang Hong said in a deep voice, "This guy is a notorious assassin in the underworld. He only cares about money and not people. He will kill even his own relatives and friends as long as he has money. Because his price is much higher than his peers and he often asks for more money at the last minute, everyone calls him the Money-Adding Hermit. However, his cultivation is extremely high. He can complete every mission no matter how difficult it is, so everyone is willing to pay him more."
The disheveled man casually planted his knife on the ground and clapped his hands leisurely: "I didn't expect Lord Sang to know me so well. It makes me wonder if you used to work in the Ministry of Agriculture, or in the Court of Justice."
Sang Qian had obviously heard of this man's reputation. He was originally furious, but now he involuntarily shrank back, his body trembling slightly.
Noticing his unusual behavior, Zu An frowned. Even the usually proud and arrogant Sang Qian was afraid of him like this. It seemed that this guy was a tough nut to crack.
Sang Hong asked, "I wonder who you've come to kill this time, Zu'an or my father and me?"
The disheveled man grinned, revealing a set of snow-white teeth that seemed completely out of place with his appearance: "Someone paid to take your and your son's lives, of course..."
He paused, his gaze falling on Zuan beside him: "I'm also somewhat interested in this guy. After I kill you, I'll have a good chat with him. This time, I won't need to pay extra."
Zaun felt a chill. "Communicate?" Was this guy gay?
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