Wen Wuquan scoffed, "Many people knew what kind of person I was twenty years ago. Since then, no one has dared to mess with me. You little girl, you've got some nerve."
His words sounded like a compliment, but a closer look at those familiar eyes revealed disdain; he didn't care about anything at all. Perhaps there were things that had caught his eye before, but only for a moment.
He waved his hand: "Someone, take this girl away. I can't keep someone with such a heavy heart around me."
"Master, Master, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!" The maid quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but Wenwu ignored her completely.
There was also a bronze mirror in his study. He sat in front of the mirror, looking at his still relatively young face, and gave a wry smile: "I have a pretty face, and people even like me now. Why don't you like me?"
After a long time, he called out a name: "Moon Maiden".
He was lying on a stack of Buddhist scriptures, which he had personally copied from the person in question. He hoped that Yue Niang could live comfortably in another world, thus fulfilling his heartfelt wish.
Although he had pulled the maid away, Wenwu Quan still called his servant Changfeng to his side and whispered a few words to him.
"Go and investigate carefully what happened to that servant. If no one in the manor is at ease, find a master to come!" His hands clenched tightly, trembling with excitement. In truth, at this moment, he also desperately hoped that Yue Niang truly existed here; she was reluctant to leave, and if a master cast a spell, she would appear by his side.
In truth, over the years, he felt more guilty than loving towards Yue Niang, but with all sorts of complex emotions intertwined, he could no longer let go.
Upon hearing Wenwuquan's instructions, Changfeng thought carefully for a moment and quickly recommended someone: "If it were someone else, this servant might have to put in some effort. But this matter, this servant has a plan. This servant knows a Taoist priest named Sanyang who is quite capable, famous, and competent. He doesn't charge high prices, saying he's doing it to accumulate blessings for the people. In this servant's opinion, it would be best if we could bring him here."
Master Sanyang? Wenwu narrowed his eyes in surprise.
"I heard that an old friend of the old master's family seemed to have encountered something unclean, and they had bad luck, with several people dying. After Master Sanyang performed a ritual, things became much calmer. Although there were still some twists and turns, no one died again after that."
Two or three months later, their luck improved even more. "I've also heard about this," Changfeng explained, "and I think Master Sanyang really does have some skills."
Wen Wuquan sighed, "It's good to be capable, I am..."
The rest of the conversation was blown away by the wind, and Changfeng wisely didn't ask any more questions.
The house was deathly still; it felt like nothing had been done all day, and then it turned into night again.
Lu Qingyan drifted around the mansion, and for a while she couldn't find Changsheng, and didn't know where he had gone.
Thinking of the servant he had killed in a fit of rage yesterday, Lu Qingyan's eyelids twitched. She comforted herself, "It shouldn't be, right? I already mediated for him yesterday, how could Changsheng still be controlled by that violent energy?"
In the silent night, only a scream that pierced the sky could be heard. Lu Qingyan could only drift toward that place with a bitter face.
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