Jun Cheng was writing something at his desk when Lin Ziye's voice came from outside the door.
"master".
"Come in".
Jun Cheng's hand holding the pen never paused.
Lin Ziye walked in with a bright smile and light steps, gave a cupped-hand salute, and began to speak.
"Master, the matter at the Red Duck Tower last night has been settled."
Jun Cheng glanced up at it, then lowered his head and continued writing.
"Last night, due to our interference, Jun Zijian and his cousin, who is as precious as a gold nugget, got into a fight after getting drunk over Chunmiao's virginity. Jun Zijian kicked his cousin downstairs. Hahahaha, that was satisfying. Let's see them fight like dogs this time."
"Hmm, is the tail swept clean?"
His voice remained as indifferent and unwavering as ever.
“Clean. Last night, the madam Hongniang saw that neither side was someone she could afford to offend, so she locked Chunmiao in the woodshed, intending to throw Chunmiao out to vent her anger on both sides. Last night, our people went into the woodshed to rescue Chunmiao, threw a female corpse in, and set the woodshed on fire to create the illusion that Chunmiao had committed suicide.”
After saying that, he picked up the teacup on the table, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.
"You have no idea, I went to a mass grave last night and found a female corpse. Tsk tsk, I had to wash myself more than ten times before I felt a little clean."
The female corpse was unrecognizable, her whole body was rotting, and she reeked of a terrible stench. Even covering her nose with a handkerchief couldn't completely block out the stench.
I felt so nauseous that I haven't eaten a single grain of rice all day. I can only drink tea to suppress the nausea.
After speaking, he hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, his left hand reaching into the sleeve of his other hand but not daring to.
"explain".
Lin Ziye finally took the item out of his sleeve and spread it out on Juncheng's desk.
Jun Cheng glanced sideways at the portrait. This person... was that homosexual, the one dressed as a man...
Although the painting isn't very lifelike, you can still recognize it as his at a glance.
She looked up at Lin Ziye, waiting for his explanation.
If he hadn't known that his subordinate had a childhood sweetheart and a very close fiancée, he would have suspected that Lin Ziye had fallen for that homosexual.
"I saw several of these posted on the wall of the Red Duck Tower last night. The person in the picture looked somewhat familiar, so I tore them down. I heard from the servants in the tower that this guy had reserved the best room, the best girl, and the best musician in the tower. He played around for a long time, and finally pretended to be asleep and ran away to avoid paying. The matchmaker was furious and had his portrait painted and posted on the wall of the tower so that everyone would recognize this person who ate and dashed."
After saying all this, he was somewhat speechless. Could this really be the widow who lives in the west wing now?!
Jun Cheng's usually indifferent face now showed a hint of gloom.
He was burning with rage. Wasn't that gay man supposed to like men? Why was he going to the brothel to find girls? And he went and found several, embracing one on each side.
Is he bisexual? Is he really that promiscuous and unrestrained?
This speculation infuriated him; how dare he?
Does he flirt with every good-looking person he meets, regardless of gender, as if he were flirting with himself?
Unconsciously, he crumpled the portrait, but his anger and frustration did not subside in the slightest.
Jun Cheng took a deep breath to suppress his resentment and said to Lin Ziye.
"You've worked hard. Go to Old Liu and get a thousand taels to cover his debts at Hongyang Tower. Tell them to shut up, take back the portrait, and keep the rest of the silver. Take a rest these few days."
Lin Ziye happily agreed. He could buy jewelry for his fiancée again. He wondered if she missed him.
I really do miss her a bit, so this time I can take her out for a stroll.
Seeing Lin Ziye standing there, seemingly lost in thought, grinning like an idiot, Jun Cheng quickly waved him away, telling him to get out and stop getting in the way.
Lin Ziye left happily.
Jun Cheng held the pen for a long time but did not leave a single mark on the paper.
He put down his pen, drew his longsword from its sheath on the wall, stepped out of the room, and swung it tirelessly in the courtyard, exuding a murderous aura.
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