"Young Master Xiangli, your private room has been reserved for you..."
The ingratiating voice of the waiter came from outside. Yuan Qi knew that this was not Xiangli Youming. People usually called Xiangli Youming "Young Master Jiu". There were many young men in the Xiangli clan. Yuan Qi was not sure which young master Xiangli this time was.
Curious, she walked to the door and peeked through a crack. Just then, a man dressed in black stopped and whispered to the waiter, "Has Master Qiu arrived?"
The waiter replied in a low voice, "We've arrived and are waiting for you in a private room."
It turns out he is Xiangli Lin's son, Xiangli Wuming, the second brother of Xiangli Youming.
Xiangli Wuming has a cold and aloof appearance and rarely smiles. He prefers to be alone. Dressed in all black and with a cold face, he is difficult to approach.
Judging from how familiar the two were, Xiangli Wuming was a regular customer here. The waiter led the way, guiding Xiangli Wuming into a private room at the end of the corridor.
Although the two were speaking very softly, and others couldn't hear them, who was Yuan Qi? She could hear even the slightest noise clearly.
She returned to her seat, took out a small yellow paper figure from her cloth bag, dotted its eyes with blood from her fingertip, gave it a series of instructions, then gently touched the paper figure's face to imbue it with spiritual power, and said, "Go."
Xiao Ran watched Yuan Qi's actions with curiosity. Even though he was face to face with Yuan Qi and could see Yuan Qi's mouth moving, he couldn't hear what the other was saying: "What did Miss Qi say? Why can't I hear it?"
Yuan Qi smiled sweetly: "It's just a little trick, nothing to mention. I hope Your Highness won't laugh at me. I just saw an acquaintance and had the paper figure go and say hello."
She would never tell the other party that the paper figure was there to eavesdrop.
Having grown up in such a treacherous environment, Xiao Ran immediately understood Yuan Qi's explanation: Yuan Qi didn't want him to know, which was why he couldn't hear clearly.
He had a knowing look on his face, saying, "That person is truly capable."
In the private room at the end of the corridor, the paper figure slipped through the crack in the door and followed the door to the flowerpot at the base of the wall. This was the perfect place to eavesdrop, and no one would notice.
Xiangli Wuming and Qiu Sheren sat facing each other. Qiu Sheren was a young man, who looked to be around twenty years old. He was fair-skinned and thin, and his Taoist robe looked very loose on him.
A small golden snake peeked out from the cuff of his left sleeve, hissing and flicking its tongue. The snake leisurely coiled around Qiu Sheren's wrist, staring curiously at Xiangli Wuming.
Xiangli Wuming had no fondness for snakes and insects, especially since the current problem was extremely difficult. His father had been suffering from pain every day for several months, and as his son, he was completely helpless.
Kong Qing is dead. He didn't mention any side effects when he gave him this cultivation manual.
Xiangli Wuming had been inquiring for quite some time before he learned that Kong Qing had left behind such a personal disciple, Qiu Sheren, who probably knew something.
He glanced at the little golden snake with some impatience. Although he felt disgusted, he tried his best not to show it. For his father's sake, he had to face such a disgusting person.
He felt that Kong Qing was a very sinister person. His disciple Qiu Sheren not only had sinister eyes, but was also very lewd, which made him dislike him at all.
“My father suffers from excruciating chest pain every night at midnight, which lasts for half an hour and is worse than death. I wonder if Master Qiu has any way to resolve this?”
Sure enough, Qiu Sheren revealed a mocking expression: "All quick-to-master skills in the world have drawbacks. To become a superior person, one must suffer a little. If you can't even endure this little bit of suffering, then you might as well disperse your power and turn back into that extremely ugly Xiangli Lin."
After saying that, he snorted dismissively, showing that he didn't take Xiangli Wuming seriously at all.
A cold glint flashed in Xiangli Wuming's eyes, and the next second, a cold longsword was placed against Qiu Sheren's neck.
Qiu Sheren was neither surprised nor afraid; in fact, he looked at the other party with a hint of mockery.
"Hiss—" The little golden snake had coiled around Xiangli Wuming's neck at some point, and the icy feeling seeped through Xiangli Wuming's skin and spread.
Xiangli Wuming's expression changed. He felt an intense coldness on his neck, half of his neck, half of his shoulder, and his entire head were in an extremely cold environment, so cold that he couldn't move.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the arm holding the sword. The white stuff was slowly spreading. I couldn't tell if it was frost or ice. In any case, it felt like being outside naked in the dead of winter, incredibly cold.
"I acted impulsively, Master Qiu, please don't be angry." His arm was already immobile, and he couldn't pull it back at all, so he could only let go and throw the sword away.
With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground.
The little golden snake slowly crawled off his body, and the white thing gradually retreated until it disappeared, but the icy feeling lingered for a long time.
At least, I can move my arm now.
Xiangli Wuming let out a long sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was filled with resentment and wished he could tear that despicable Qiu Sheren to pieces.
This Qiu Sheren is not only despicable but also extremely treacherous. In the past, Xiangli Wuming would have killed such a person directly, but today he is no match for him and can only endure the humiliation.
"How can I possibly stop my father from suffering?" Xiangli Wuming asked him, suppressing his anger.
Qiu Sheren took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and pushed it over: "Take one when it flares up. There are thirty in total. Ask me for more when you run out."
"Wouldn't we, father and son, be at your mercy?" Xiangli Wuming said with dissatisfaction. He picked up the porcelain bottle, opened it, and took a look. Inside were small, dark pills that emitted a strange smell. He didn't know what they were.
He was disgusted. How could his father eat something so foul-smelling? He felt that Qiu Sheren was playing a trick on him.
"If the Second Young Master doesn't want it, he doesn't have to," Qiu Sheren said indifferently, lowering his head to start eating.
A table laden with delicious dishes, mostly meat and vegetables, was on the table, and the Qiu She people ate with great relish.
Xiangli Wuming stood up to leave.
Qiu Sheren reminded him, "Please pay for the meal before you leave, Second Young Master."
Xiangli Wuming, annoyed, took out a small silver ingot and placed it on the table, then picked up the small porcelain bottle and strode away.
Qiu Sheren muttered under his breath, "You think you can fight me? You're still too green."
After Xiangli Wuming left, the paper figure also quietly slipped away, and Qiu Sheren enjoyed himself without paying any attention to Xiangli Wuming's anger and displeasure.
The paper figure returned to Yuan Qi's room, stood on the table, and exaggeratedly told Yuan Qi what it had seen.
Xiao Ran just found it amusing and couldn't understand what the paper figure was trying to express. He even stuck out his finger to mess with it, but the little paper figure ignored him.
After the paper doll finished expressing itself and lay down in Yuan Qi's palm, Xiao Ran asked, "Seventh Miss, would you like to give me a paper doll? It's so much fun."
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