“What you mean, young master…” Han Qiaoqiao frowned and said, “But he is a traitor to our Han family, and his parents also died in our Han family.”
She didn't think she could win over someone with such deep-seated hatred.
It could easily cause you a lot of trouble.
"What if I help her get revenge and get her parents back into the family register?" Han Xian asked.
"Revenge?" Han Qiaoqiao was startled.
Among those who killed Han Xi's parents back then was the Third Elder.
Does the young master mean to kill the Third Elder?
Han Qiaoqiao couldn't help but swallow hard, stammering, "Young Master, you...you want to kill the Third Elder?"
"No matter what, she's still my great-aunt," Han Xian said, glaring at Han Qiaoqiao.
When it comes to taking the blame, the best way is to find his mortal enemy and then drag a few unimportant people into it.
Han Qiaoqiao, who was able to stay by Han Xian's side, was naturally no ordinary person.
They quickly understood the meaning behind Han's words.
He then said, "Back then, the idea of besieging and killing Han Xi's parents was the Second Elder and the Fourth Elder."
Han Xian of the Han family is undoubtedly the most outstanding among his peers.
Furthermore, it received the inheritance of the Immovable Sect.
Even so, not all members of the tribe supported it.
The person supported by the Second Elder and the Fourth Elder was not him, but Han Tian.
Han Tian also has a light-type spiritual root and his aptitude is quite good.
Most importantly, he is a descendant of the Second Elder and the Fourth Elder.
The Second Elder and Fourth Elder naturally wanted Han Tian to take charge of the Han family.
The Han family is not that united.
Otherwise, Han Xian wouldn't have been tempted to win Yue Xi over upon seeing that she was only at the half-step immortal realm.
"You're right." Han Xian nodded in satisfaction.
"Then I'll find an opportunity to invite Han Xi over for a chat after the auction," Han Qiaoqiao said.
"Mm." Han Xian nodded, then stood up.
"Young master, are you going back?" Han Qiaoqiao also stood up and asked.
"Now that the person has been found, what's the point of staying here?" Han Xian said. "Going back to wait is the same."
"Yes." Han Qiaoqiao followed closely behind, she also felt that staying here was meaningless.
The things at the auction were all worthless junk.
Just as they left the auction, they encountered the new city lord of Luoyao City at the entrance.
He was a big, burly man.
His voice boomed like a bell: "Young Master Han, I am Sikong He, the city lord of Luoyao City. Welcome to Luoyao City."
"Hmm." Han Xian gave a faint "hmm".
"A simple banquet has been prepared at the manor; we hope you will do us the honor of attending," Sikong He said with a bow and a smile as he stepped forward.
"No need for lunch, just prepare a room," Han Xian said.
"Yes, yes." Sikong He nodded repeatedly.
"Let's go then," Han Xian said.
"Yes." Sikong He stepped forward and led the way from the side: "Young Master Han, please follow me."
The spirit horse pulled the carriage, and they soon arrived at the city lord's mansion.
Sikong He led Han Xian and his party to the best courtyard, still apologizing, "The city lord's mansion is simple, please forgive me, Young Master Han."
Then he ordered someone to serve him spiritual tea and spiritual fruit.
Han Xian didn't even raise his eyes.
"What rotten tea and fruit, how dare you bring it out and embarrass yourself?" Han Qiaoqiao snorted.
"No, I wouldn't dare. This is already the best thing in my city lord's mansion." Sikong He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"As expected of a small place, they treat such trivial things as treasures." Han Qiaoqiao casually picked up a spirit fruit, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.
The purplish-red liquid stained the white embroidered shoes, making them quite conspicuous.
"Qiaoqiao!" Han Xian emphasized.
Upon hearing this, Sikong He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, it's alright, it's just a spiritual fruit..."
"Your shoes are all dirty," Han Xian said slowly.
"It's Qiaoqiao's fault." Han Qiaoqiao immediately took off her dirty shoes and burned them with a fireball.
Then she changed into a brand new pair of embroidered shoes.
Sikong He wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what to say.
Those embroidered shoes are actually quite good defensive spirit armor.
Did they just burn it like that?
They really are rich.
After burning the shoes, Qiaoqiao took out a plate of spiritual fruit and a cup of spiritual tea from her storage ring.
"I'm sorry, Lord Sikong, I'm not used to eating outside food," Han Xian said with a slow smile.
"It was my fault for neglecting Young Master Han." Sikong He wiped the sweat from his forehead again, adopting a submissive posture.
If he wasn't mistaken, the grapes on Young Master Han's plate were top-grade spiritual fruits.
(I haven't given a systematic introduction to the grades of spiritual plants before, so I'll just say it here: low grade, middle grade, high grade, first grade, super grade, earth grade, heaven grade, creation grade, innate grade. The Illusionary Sea Purple Heart mentioned earlier is the plaque on the door of the mortal house, which is super grade. It is extremely rare in this world. See chapter 032 for details.)
Han Xian casually plucked a grape and played with it in his hand for a while.
Then he tossed it to Sikong He: "Thank you for your hospitality, City Lord Sikong. Please also try some of my family's little fruits."
Sikong He hurriedly caught it, saying repeatedly, "Thank you, Young Master Han."
Han Xian waved his hand.
"You may leave now. My young master needs to rest for a while," Han Qiaoqiao said, stepping forward.
"Yes." Sikong He gripped the grapes in his hand tightly and said, "I'll wait outside the door. Young Master Han, just give me your orders."
Han Xian did not reply.
Sikong He could not stay there any longer, so he had no choice but to bow and leave.
"When I wake up from my nap, I hope to see Han Xi standing here," Han Xian said, closing his eyes.
"Yes." Han Qiaoqiao nodded.
Just as Han Qiaoqiao bowed to leave the room, she heard Han Xian say, "Qiaoqiao, I only see Han Xi."
"Qiaoqiao understands." Han Qiaoqiao nodded obediently again.
When Han Qiaoqiao came out of the house, Sikong He was waiting in the corridor.
Upon seeing Han Qiaoqiao emerge, he immediately went to greet her: "Miss Han, I have also prepared a superior private room for you..."
“No need,” Han Qiaoqiao interrupted. “I have been by your side since I was a child, and I have never left your side.”
"It was my oversight," Sikong He said with a fawning smile.
"Lord Sikong, I'm afraid I really need to trouble you with something," Han Qiaoqiao said.
Since the young master only wants to see Han Xi, then the Yun and Tang clan leaders naturally need to be sent away.
"Miss Han, please give your orders, and I will go through fire and water for you," Sikong He said hastily, seeing an opportunity to curry favor with the Lin family.
"It's nothing major, just running errands," Han Qiaoqiao said.
"I'm happy to serve you." Sikong He grinned from ear to ear.
“Our young master is here to find someone,” Han Qiaoqiao said.
“That’s easy. I’ll send someone to fetch the household registration books from the city right away,” Sikong He said immediately.
"Our young master already saw him at the auction just now."
"I just didn't want to disrupt the auction, so I came out to wait. I didn't expect to run into the city lord at the entrance and be invited to the city lord's mansion."
"So, I would like to ask Lord Sikong to help me invite them over," Han Qiaoqiao said slowly.
"Who is it? And how does Miss Han intend for me to invite her?" Sikong He asked hurriedly.
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