After a while of playful fighting, Zhu Xinning and Zhang Xiaoyu, their clothes disheveled, gave up and begged for mercy, panting heavily.
They didn't have the courage to stage a scene of two women sharing one husband in broad daylight.
Jing Zhe was just teasing them; he already had things to do today, so he couldn't stay home for too long.
First, he asked Zhang Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, you know about the letter I had Chen Jiannan deliver yesterday, right?"
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes, I've already asked Shi San to reserve the largest private room upstairs. There will be enough room for everyone from the newspaper tonight."
Jing Zhe affectionately patted her head, expressing his satisfaction, and then looked at Zhu Xinning and said, "Second sister, I'm hosting a celebration banquet for the newspaper's members at Wenxiangju tonight. You and Xiaoyu have been busy for the newspaper for so long, let's join in tonight!"
Jing Zhe stayed in Jinxi for more than a month. During that time, Zhu Xinning was in charge of managing the newspaper, and Zhang Xiaoyu was the one who helped ensure that the newspapers sold steadily at Wenxiangju.
Therefore, it was reasonable for the newspaper to invite the two of them to the celebration banquet. Zhang Xiaoyu herself had no objections and went to see Zhu Xinning instead.
Zhu Xinning thought for a moment and said, "If the two of us go out to eat together, the other people will definitely feel uncomfortable, which would go against your original intention of holding a celebration banquet."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
"So, Xiaoyu and I will be at Wenxiangju. We'll go in and offer a toast while you eat, and then come out again. That way, if you drink too much, we can look out for you. But remember, don't drink too much, or you'll feel unwell."
Zhu Xinning also wanted to persuade Jing Zhe to stop drinking, since he had already gotten drunk once last night. However, she also thought that how could a man not drink in this kind of situation?
Especially since her husband is the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, if he doesn't drink, the others probably won't be able to enjoy themselves.
So I simply stopped trying to persuade him and just told him to drink less.
Jing Zhe nodded, then asked, "Xiao Yu hasn't gone to Wenxiang Residence yet, right? I wonder if Empress Yueyao has contacted me..."
"My lord, I—"
"Zhe'er, Xiaoyu just got up a little while ago, how could she have time to go to Wenxiangju? Naturally, she doesn't know if Empress Yueyao has looked for you."
Zhu Xinning answered first.
"Oh, in that case, I won't go to Wenxiangju, so I won't run into her again. Anyway, the last batch of newspapers has been distributed, so she probably doesn't have anything left to learn. I'll go straight to the newspaper office later. If Xiaoyu goes to Wenxiangju and asks me about it again, just say I drank too much and didn't come out this morning!"
Jing Zhe said in a loud and boisterous manner.
Zhu Xinning and Zhang Xiaoyu had no doubt that Jing Zhe had overheard their conversation. They thought he was annoyed that Murong Xi was looking for him, so they readily agreed.
So, Jing Zhe came out of his house.
...
Jing Zhe walked slowly, ignoring the noisy chatter of pedestrians on the street. What he wanted to sense was the guy who had been following and observing him all night—the disciple of the Soul-Severing Fan.
Walking on the main street, perhaps because there were too many passersby, Jing Zhe didn't feel anything.
But as he walked through the deserted alley, Jing Zhe realized that the person was still following him!
Jing Zhe sneered, but did not stop or look back. Instead, he remained still and slowly walked towards the city gate.
And so he made his way out of the city, and when there were no more pedestrians on the road, he leaped up and flew forward.
He moved at a moderate pace, ensuring that those behind him could keep up, and only landed when he saw the teahouse.
Given the strictness of the Soul-Severing Fan, he wouldn't enter the city. And since he was injured, he naturally couldn't recuperate in the freezing cold. So, within a few miles, it seemed that this was the only place he could go.
As expected, when Jing Zhe stood outside the teahouse, the first thing he saw was the horse from yesterday, which confirmed that the Soul-Severing Fan was inside.
There was an oxcart that was also parked outside yesterday, but it's gone now.
Knowing that Jing Zhe could guess that he was here, he still chose to stay here, which shows that his injury was not fatal and also shows the confidence and pride of a grandmaster.
When Jing Zhe landed outside the teahouse, he felt a strong gust of wind whistling from behind. He knew without a doubt that the disciples of the Soul-Severing Fan had realized that he had found their lair, so they stopped hiding and flew over directly.
He didn't bother to look back, but walked straight to the teahouse. When he arrived at the door, he found that the door was damaged, as if it had been forcibly broken open.
"You old bastard, come out here!"
After entering the house, Jing Zhe shouted.
He glanced around and saw that the teahouse was no different from yesterday, except that he didn't see the waiter. Thinking of the oxcart that had disappeared outside and the broken door, Jing Zhe guessed that the waiter had probably locked up and gone home for the New Year after finishing his two orders yesterday.
The waiter certainly didn't expect that as soon as he left, his teahouse would be broken into. But it's for the best; if he had stayed, he probably wouldn't have been able to leave.
"You old bastard, you're supposed to be a grandmaster, why are you acting like a coward now? Are you that afraid of me?"
Jing Zhe found a stool to sit on and then launched a verbal attack.
Just then, a cold wind blew by, and a middle-aged man, also wearing a straw hat, flew in.
"You audacious brat, how dare you be so disrespectful to my master!"
The man in the straw hat entered the house and immediately began to scold him.
"Heh, who do you think you are?"
Jing Zhe glanced at him and said disdainfully, "I've beaten that old bastard of your master so badly that he doesn't dare to show his face anymore. What are you yelling about?"
"you--"
"You arrogant brat surnamed Jing!"
At this moment, perhaps seeing that his apprentice had also arrived, Duanhun Shan gained more confidence and finally stepped out.
"Hey, that old bastard dares to show his face?"
Now that the pretense of civility has been broken, no matter how many "seniors" he called yesterday, Jing Zhe will repay him with just as many "old bastards" today, and he will not let him take advantage of him in the slightest!
As he spoke, Jing Zhe carefully examined the Soul-Severing Fan, feeling somewhat shocked: A Grandmaster is indeed a Grandmaster!
Both in age and cultivation, the Soul-Severing Fan was far superior to the Twin Monsters of Heaven that he had encountered before! Four grenades exploded at close range, yet he not only survived but was also not seriously injured. Impressive!
At this moment, Duanhun Shan had changed into a plain-colored robe. Apart from his slightly pale face, he looked no different from when he was seen yesterday. Of course, with Jing Zhe's current Grandmaster cultivation, he could still sense the instability of Duanhun Shan's aura. It seemed that the four grenades had caused him considerable damage, otherwise he wouldn't have been hiding here.
Therefore, his strength is no longer comparable to that of his peak!
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