Chapter 119 The plot started to move forward. Do my feet look good? Tampering with the corresponding memory
"After Qianyuan Mansion is opened, the Blood Immortal Cult should also send people to fight for the other courtyard, right?"
Jiang Lan came back to his senses, looked at Song Youwei, and remembered the Southern Hunting exercise that was about to begin.
Qianyuan Mansion is a secret mansion built by the royal family of Daxia at great expense. It was built with a complete small world in mind, and it contains the universe and many opportunities and fortunes.
The closer you get to the deeper the area, the more ancient chaotic atmosphere permeates, the richer the treasures and spiritual energy of heaven and earth are, and there are many mysterious areas that even the Great Xia royal family has never explored.
The battle for Qianyuan Prefecture before each Southern Hunting exercise is always the highlight.
The struggles between the younger generation of various immortal sects and the young disciples of the princes, nobles, and aristocratic families of Daxia are the most eye-catching.
Because of this incident, everyone, including the Prime Minister's Mansion, has summoned the forces and tribes they depend on and sent young elite members of their tribes to come.
For example, Luo Ying, Ao Xu and other young geniuses who followed him in Anyang City last time will all live in Qianyuan Mansion this time to compete for ranking and glory for the Xiangguo Mansion.
As the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Lan should be the one to fight for this kind of thing.
But he has just started his cultivation career and his cultivation level is not strong. This is a well-known fact in the capital of Great Xia.
In other words, if the Prime Minister's Mansion wants to compete for a ranking this time, it can only rely on Luo Ying, Ao Xu and others.
Of course, for Prime Minister Jiang Lintian, this so-called dispute over Qianyuan Mansion was actually just a minor incident.
But this has been the traditional custom of Daxia for a long time, and in a sense it also represents the appearance and foundation of each force.
Moreover, some of the opportunities and fortunes in Qianyuan Mansion are rare and good things even in the eyes of people at the level of the Prime Minister.
For the guests and servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion, this was the best time to win honor for the Mansion and receive rewards, so many people had been preparing early.
During this period, many powerful retainers and servants brought back their trained young disciples to rest in the villa area arranged by the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Jiang Lan himself had no interest in this kind of thing, but for the sake of the next plan, he had to go through the motions and show himself at the same time.
"The Blood Immortal Cult will indeed send people in at that time, but for the sake of the subsequent Southern Hunting Plan, they will not be exposed in advance. At most, they will go deep into Qianyuan Mansion to compete for some fortunes in the other courtyards..."
"I have received news that this time the royal family will give a precious Taoist weapon that once destroyed hundreds of nations as a reward and place it deep in the Qianyuan Palace."
"That magical weapon is called Xuanji Lingtai. An elder of the Blood Immortal Sect is very interested in this Taoist weapon." Song Youwei said.
"What identity will you use when you go in?" Jiang Lan looked at her and asked.
Song Youwei thought about it, shook her head and said, "I haven't figured it out yet, but I should pretend to be a disciple of a certain immortal sect and blend in."
She also had her own plans. After Qianyuan Mansion was opened, the villas therein would all be taken by those who were destined to have them.
Since the royal family has given her such an opportunity, she naturally will not let it go.
Jiang Lan was also lost in thought at this time.
"What's wrong?" Song Youwei looked at him with a smile and asked.
"Xuanji Lingtai, is this the item that the royal family took out this time?"
Jiang Lan ignored her and frowned slightly.
The news that Song Youwei told him was different from the original plot.
In the original plot, the royal family placed a magical weapon called the Lingxiao Pen deep in the Qianyuan Palace.
The Lingxiao Pen is actually no longer a magic weapon, but a Taoist weapon that embodies the so-called Taoist traces.
But it is just a Taoist weapon that condenses a trace of Tao. Some wealthy sixth-level cultivators will have quite a few of them.
In this world, the weapons practiced by cultivators are generally divided into several levels: ordinary weapons, magic weapons, Taoist weapons...
Taoist tools are divided into four levels: top grade, upper grade, middle grade, and lower grade.
Within three Dao traces, it can be classified as lower grade, and above nine Dao traces, it is top grade.
The Xuanji Lingtai is a mid-grade Taoist artifact that condenses four strands of Taoist traces. To be precise, it is actually one of a set of completed Taoist artifacts.
In addition to the Xuanji Lingtai, there are also Xuanji Lingyi, Xuanji Lingjian, Xuanji Lingzhi, Xuanji Lingpei and other Taoist artifacts.
In the original plot, this was the item that Queen Xia used to reward Lin Fan, but it appeared in Qianyuan Mansion ahead of time...
Jiang Lan felt that the world line was earlier than he expected.
"If this continues, the advantage of foresight will continue to be weakened..." Although Jiang Lan had anticipated this result a long time ago, he did not expect it to come so soon.
As a result, many arrangements need to be made in advance as soon as possible.
Although Lin Fan died, there is still Jiang Ruxian in this world who hates him to the core.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him frowning and keeping silent, Song Youwei couldn't help but ask in confusion again.
"It's okay. I'm just a little surprised that he's suddenly so generous to the royal family." Jiang Lan came back to his senses and shook his head slightly.
"The news about the Xuanji Lingtai is indeed eye-catching. After all, it is a mid-grade Taoist artifact. The treasures of many sects are no more than this." Song Youwei nodded with deep concern.
She currently only has a mid-grade Taoist weapon in her hand, which she obtained by accident and is not complete.
If it were in the outside world, the temptation of a mid-grade Taoist weapon would be enough to make many cultivators in the seventh realm take risks.
If it is ownerless, it will cause a bloody storm.
Jiang Lan was also well aware of the importance of Taoist artifacts in this world. Even with the background of the Prime Minister's Mansion, it would not be possible to bestow a Taoist artifact easily.
Things like Dao Traces are not something that can be forged and condensed by ordinary weapon refiners. Most Dao weapons are created through acquired cultivation.
"Tell me, when I enter Qianyuan Mansion, can I pretend to be your guest?" Song Youwei suddenly thought of something and asked with a smile.
Jiang Lan was suddenly surprised.
"No thanks." He refused without even thinking about it.
At present, Song Youwei is still a demon girl of the Blood Fairy Cult. Even if she is just pretending to be a retainer, he does not want to have any interaction with her in public.
Once this kind of intersection occurs, more effort must be put into covering it up, but he doesn't have the time or energy to do so.
However, as soon as Jiang Lan said this, he immediately reacted wrongly.
"The current situation is special. The imperial capital is full of mixed people and experts. There are many people secretly watching the Prime Minister's Mansion and me."
"I don't want you to be exposed to others so early, even if it's just as a retainer..." He looked at Song Youwei and explained seriously.
He was a little careless just now and made such a low-level mistake. I can only say that thinking about Jiang Ruxian distracted him.
"It seems that you were distracted just now, Mr. Jiang, and you just said what was in your heart..." Song Youwei still had a smile on her face.
"But I was just joking with you. I know you are a man who values your reputation, Mr. Jiang."
"I just said that as if I wanted you to marry me."
Hearing this, Jiang Lan also smiled and said, "If you are willing, why should I refuse? It's just that I will have someone to warm my bed by my side in the future."
"Mr. Jiang, do you just want me to warm your bed?"
Song Youwei's gentle, moon-like eyes seemed to be filled with mist, giving off a hazy and charming feeling.
"Do you want to hear my true feelings, or something else?" Jiang Lan asked back.
“I don’t want to hear it…”
Song Youwei smiled and stood up to put on her shoes and socks. She said, "Time is running out. I'm going to find the person in the portrait for Mr. Jiang."
"Don't you want to hear news about your sister?"
Jiang Lan was still sitting cross-legged at the table leisurely.
He knew that what he said just now made Song Youwei a little angry. Women are emotional creatures like this, so she directly called him "Mr. Jiang".
Song Youwei was putting her crystal-clear snow-like jade feet into silk stockings, but she paused when she heard the words.
Jiang Lan looked at her with a smile on his face, and saw that she sat back down obediently, blinking her eyes, waiting for his next words.
"Does anyone sit like this?"
Jiang Lan seemed to be completely oblivious to the expectant expression on her face and looked at the silk stocking she was wearing only one.
Song Youwei pulled up the hem of her skirt to cover her slender legs a little, but the other foot without stockings was exposed.
There is a red rope tied around the slender, white ankle with a perfect curve, which is very eye-catching.
Noticing Jiang Lan's gaze, she smiled as usual and said generously, "Mr. Jiang, do my feet look good?"
"She is delicate and graceful, with crystal fair skin, and can defy frost and cold. She is one of the best women I have ever met." Jiang Lan commented seriously.
Song Youwei glared at him, then suddenly felt her face getting hot, and she pulled up her skirt to cover it.
"Although Granny Xuesha's current cultivation level is not as good as that of the old eunuch we met that day, she is still one of the best in the Seven Realms."
"The Blood Immortal Curse on you is also controlled by her. Unless you have the power to kill her instantly, any resistance you have will be countered by her."
"And your sister was imprisoned in a small world by her. The key to enter that small world has always been in her possession and under her protection."
"But you can rest assured that your sister is not in any danger at the moment. On the contrary, she is very safe. Grandma Xuesha has been hiding the news about your sister and you, and intends to train her..."
Jiang Lan didn't say much and told Song Youwei everything about her sister's current situation.
After hearing this, Song Youwei felt relieved. If she wanted to take revenge, she had to improve her cultivation strength so that she could kill the bloody grandma and save her sister from the fire.
Jiang Lan continued to promise her that she didn't need to worry and that he would help her later.
The little emotion that Song Youwei had just had disappeared. She stayed with him until the hour of Hai, when the bright moon was not over the second eaves, and then she got up and left.
Jiang Lan then returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
You'er was still contemplating and studying the secret scrolls of martial arts. He went to visit her, gave her a few words of encouragement, and then focused his attention on the small bottle of turbid blood that Song Youwei brought him.
During the refining process, Jiang Lan accidentally purified and absorbed a lot of Qi and blood.
Of course, compared with his current energy and blood power, it is just a drop in the bucket and not worth paying too much attention to.
A few days later, Jiang Lan successfully refined that small half bottle of turbid blood for his own use.
At the same time, Song Youwei also had some ideas. After sending people to collect information about some independent cultivators in many cities in Daxia, she finally found the right candidate that Jiang Lan required.
The middle-aged female cultivator was named Liu Ruli and had a clean background.
Decades ago, he came to live in Nanxiangfang of Guangyuan City.
As for the experiences decades ago, they are unknown and completely blank, and are suspected to have come from other dynasties.
Her daily life was also very simple. She just took on some tasks from casual cultivators in Nanxiangfang in exchange for spirit stones for practice. She also learned some talisman skills and could carve some simple talismans. Her circle was very small and she didn't know many cultivators.
After receiving the news, Jiang Lan asked Song Youwei to bring the middle-aged woman here quietly.
Compared to ordinary casual cultivators, Liu Ruli's cultivation is actually very strong, reaching the fourth level.
However, due to the lack of various cultivation resources and techniques, he has been stuck in stagnation for many years. He has no special talents or skills, so if he wants to earn spirit stones, he can only rely on completing some casual cultivation tasks.
After seeing the information, Jiang Lan paid special attention to his cultivation and skills, and compared them with the relevant memories in his mind, and found that they basically met his requirements.
The next day in the Osmanthus Garden, he met Liu Ruli.
He was of medium build, wearing a simple navy blue robe, and looked very reserved and nervous.
Because on the way here, he had swallowed the face-reshaping and bone-changing pill as instructed by Song Youwei, so both his face and body shape were extremely similar to those in Jiang Lan's portrait.
"Don't worry. Since I promised you, I will definitely give you the corresponding spiritual stone reward after the task is completed..."
Song Youwei spoke up from the side.
She had already contacted Liu Ruli, and after proposing the conditions, Liu Ruli agreed without much hesitation.
Faced with such an attractive reward, it was really hard for her to refuse. Moreover, the information she learned from Song Youwei was that her life would not be in any danger if she disguised herself as someone else.
So after hesitating, Liu Ruli agreed. Her years of living as a casual cultivator also told her that if she dared to refuse, the other party would definitely have the means to take her away by force.
So it’s better to be more sensible.
“It certainly meets the requirements.”
After taking a look, Jiang Lan nodded with slight satisfaction.
Liu Ruli had no idea who this elegant and noble young man in front of her was, but she could clearly sense the innate dignity and aura of superiority emanating from him.
So I kept my head down, very reserved and fearful.
After bringing Liu Ruli here, Song Youwei left tactfully and waited outside for Jiang Lan's instructions.
Jiang Lan looked at Liu Ruli in front of him and said in a gentle voice,
"Don't be nervous. From today on, your life will change dramatically."
"From now on, you are no longer called Liu Ruli. Your name is Liu. You were once the wet nurse of Jiang Lan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Many years ago, you were nearly executed by the Prime Minister's wife because of some things, but because of her compassion, she survived by chance. Afterwards, she had to change her name, leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, and live in seclusion in Guangyuan City..."
"During the years in Guangyuan City, you were very cautious and tread carefully, fearing that you would be noticed because of what happened back then. Therefore, you never communicated with too many people, fearing that you would encounter a disaster."
"Before you go to sleep every day, you feel lucky that you were not executed, but you are also afraid that the wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion will remember that you still have memories of that day in your mind, and she will investigate you afterwards. You feel uneasy every day..."
His voice was very peaceful, and seemed to have an inexplicable magical power that was enough to make people feel at ease and let go of any guard in their hearts.
At the same time, there were wisps of blood-red aura lingering in Jiang Lan's eyes, which looked like steaming blood-red mist, very strange.
Wisps of blood-colored mist twisted in the void and silently sank into Liu Ruli's mind.
She stared at Jiang Lan blankly. The expressions of astonishment, shock and confusion on her face gradually relaxed, but her eyes soon became a little dazed.
Then, it seemed as if some deeply hidden memories began to surge in her mind, causing her face to become somewhat painful.
"My name is Liu..."
"I am the wet nurse of Jiang Lan, the son of the Xiangguo Mansion. I often held him in my arms when he was young..."
"But because when Young Master Jiang Lan was nine years old..."
Liu Ruli murmured, as if recalling those corresponding memories.
As Jiang Lan spoke more and more, her expression became calmer and calmer, as if she had accepted this identity and statement.
Liu Ruli’s own cultivation level is not high, and her soul is not strong either.
It was not difficult for Jiang Lan to change some of her cognition and memory.
However, such an operation requires very profound and subtle spiritual means.
After killing Lin Fan, he plundered many of his experiences and techniques from his previous life, so he did not find this level of soul manipulation complicated.
It takes about half an incense stick of time.
Liu Ruli passed out and lay on a chair. Jiang Lan asked Song Youwei to come in and send her back to Guangyuan City.
When Liu Ruli wakes up, she will not only forget what happened in the past few days, but also have an additional corresponding memory in her mind.
Of course, this was just a memory fabricated by Jiang Lan. If his parents noticed it afterwards, he could just explain it. After all, this was a plan against Emperor Xia.
He did not arrange for anyone from the Prime Minister's Mansion to do it because he was worried that the traces would be too obvious.
The people of the Blood Immortal Cult are very secretive, and even the Heavenly Supervisor would not notice them. When the time comes to explain, they can say that they acted secretly.
For Liu Ruli, this was a great fortune that came out of nowhere. After all, being the wet nurse of the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion was an identity that many people could not dream of.
Of course, the wet nurse at that time had already been secretly dealt with by his mother, so there was no way any news or information would leak out.
It is extremely difficult for the Tiantian Division to investigate what happened back then.
This is also what Jiang Lan has thought of at the moment. It is the most reasonable and can help Emperor Xia dispel some of his concerns and doubts, and is the best way for him to establish his character in the future.
After asking Song Youwei to send "Liu" away, Jiang Lan also began to consider how to make Linglong, the commander of the Tianjian Division, "inadvertently" notice this matter.
Perhaps it can be done through a more indirect method, without having to go directly through the Linglong commander.
"portrait……"
Thinking of this, Jiang Lan took away the portrait on the table.
…
In the following days, the imperial capital of Jingyang City became more and more lively, and the Yuxianfang was brightly lit and gorgeous every night.
Along the rivers and lakes, pavilions and palaces are hidden in the clouds and mist. There are also painted palaces standing in the void, like the residences of immortals.
One after another, pleasure boats passed by, and the women on them were all dressed in colorful clothes, wearing loose robes, flower crowns in their hair, and light makeup, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. Amidst their laughter, fighting and scolding, the air was filled with the chirping of sweethearts.
Just by walking along the river bank, you can hear the soft music coming from it and smell the strange floral scent filling the air.
Many young talents who came to the imperial capital lingered here, intoxicated by the gentle countryside and unwilling to extricate themselves.
"Although the customs of our Great Xia people are open, it is not necessary to go to this extent..."
"Why were those women just now all wearing Taoist robes, lotus crowns, and cloud sandals? Could it be that all Taoist women have fallen into this Yuxianfang?"
On the shore of Yuxianfang, a tall and slender man walked by with his hands behind his back.
His hair was tied up, his face was handsome and fair, and his eyes were very deep and bright, as if there were stars gathered there, but at first glance he looked a little thin.
He was dressed in a rather elegant silk purple robe, a high hat and a wide belt, with a round ancient jade hanging around his waist, looking like a young man from a wealthy and noble family.
Behind him, four guards followed silently.
Hearing this, one of them replied, "Sir, this is called interest in Yuxianfang. These are not Taoist women, they are just dressed like Taoist women."
"Interest?"
"snort……"
"In today's Great Xia, only Yuxianfang dares to make such a thing. If it were in other places, the Taoists would definitely destroy the place if they knew about it."
The man walking in front was actually Emperor Xia who had disguised himself and left the palace. Upon hearing this, she snorted coldly.
It is impossible not to envy the way the Xiangguo Mansion makes money.
But as the Emperor of Xia, she couldn't do such things secretly, after all, it would damage her reputation.
The imperial capital was extremely bustling these days. With the influx of many young geniuses, Yuxianfang naturally became the most popular place for them.
When Emperor Xia was meeting with several elders from the immortal sects, he could faintly hear the young geniuses behind him talking about the affairs of Yuxianfang, and planned to go there at night to find out the secrets.
It just so happened that during this period of time, she was able to relax a lot.
After finishing many affairs tonight, he took four personal maids, disguised himself and left the palace, and went to Yuxianfang to see if he could get some useful information from the younger generation of the immortal sects.
Of course, she was able to relax a little these days, thanks to the fact that the Prime Minister's Mansion did not continue to compete with her.
In the overall situation of this Southern Hunting Exercise, the Prime Minister's Office also put the overall situation first and expressed its willingness to respect her opinions.
As the Prime Minister's Office gave in, a rare situation emerged in the court where all the ministers vied with each other to respond.
This also made Emperor Xia very happy. He finally felt that he had great power in his hands and all his ministers were submissive to him.
She has been in a good mood these days.
But when I arrived at Yuxianfang, my mood started to deteriorate.
Compared to places like inns, restaurants, weapon shops, and gambling stone shops, the liveliness of Yuxianfang at night was beyond her expectations. It was no exaggeration to describe it as a paradise on earth and an unprecedented occasion.
Some of the most luxurious and grand pleasure boats and the best private rooms are completely sold out and need to be booked in advance.
The cost of spirit stones for each prostitute to appear on stage alone is as high as tens of thousands.
In the eyes of Emperor Xia, these spiritual stones are nothing more than weapons, armors, elixirs, and secret scrolls of martial arts, which can add countless soldiers to the Great Xia army.
It can also allow Qianji Sect, Tianfu Palace, and War Hall to create more weapons, war bunkers, and talismans...
These were all resources that could enhance the national strength of Daxia, but they were all spent on women's bellies and finally ended up in the pockets of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
To be honest, she was jealous.
And this is just a means for Changlong Business Alliance to make money.
At that time, the founding monarch of Daxia destroyed hundreds of countries and wiped out thousands of sects. Those sects eventually fled overseas and took away countless amounts of spiritual stone resources.
In recent years, with the emergence of Changlong Business Alliance, channels leading overseas have been opened up.
In order to trade with the inland areas of Zhongtianzhou, those national sects that occupied territories overseas could only go through the Changlong Merchant Alliance, which also made the Changlong Merchant Alliance earn a lot of money.
Behind the Changlong Business Alliance, in addition to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there is actually the support of the Taiyi Sect, the current leader of the immortal sects.
Although Emperor Xia was jealous, he had no means to deal with the checks and balances. The large and small merchant groups backed by the royal family could only huddle together for warmth in order to avoid being swallowed up by the Changlong Merchant Alliance.
"In fact, the Taoists also came to cause trouble for Yuxianfang, but in the end, nothing happened."
"Even Buddhists have come here. Some women from Yuxianfang dress up as Bodhisattvas to attract customers, which has angered many Buddhist monks..."
Chunlan, a maid who was also dressed as a man and followed behind Emperor Xia, said with a hint of helplessness in her voice.
Emperor Xia raised his eyebrows slightly but did not respond.
Although Daxia advocates Taoism, that was the business of the previous emperor. She actually has no good feelings towards Taoists and Buddhists.
After all, the immortal sects outside Daxia are not subject to Daxia's control, so it is reasonable that they are not subject to taxes.
However, since Taoism and Buddhism promoted their teachings in Daxia, they did not abide by the rules, pay taxes, or obey the law, and they intentionally placed themselves above the imperial power.
This made her very dissatisfied. Once she gained power in the future, she would definitely let these two families return to where they belonged.
At this time, a noisy sound from the river ahead suddenly caught the attention of Emperor Xia.
Two young geniuses stood in mid-air, above the river, their robes fluttering, each of them with an aura of magical power surging from their bodies, with bursts of light in their palms, performing magic tricks and competing with each other.
One of them was tall and sturdy, with a heroic air. His robe had the pattern of the Chi Ming ancient school on it. Wisps of flames lingered around him, making him like a young fire god standing on the river.
The Chi Ming Ancient Sect is an ancient and well-known sect in Da Xia. The disciples in the sect are proficient in fire-related skills and have extraordinary strength.
This person's opponent had a fair and handsome face, regular features, and was dressed in a blue robe with a long sword on his back. He had the demeanor of an extraordinary swordsman, and had the mark of a disciple of the Yijian Palace on his body.
Several pleasure boats noticed the commotion over there and moved over. Many young geniuses also stuck their heads out, looking like they were watching the fun.
Emperor Xia looked over and didn't expect that there would be a conflict among the younger generation at this time, and they looked like they were going to fight.
At this time, a young man's voice sounded on the empty river surface.
"During the Southern Hunting Exercise, everyone must abide by the rules of Daxia. This is just a competition, so please don't hurt the harmony."
On one of the very luxurious and gorgeous pleasure boats.
A young gentleman of noble appearance leaned against the pillar on the side of the boat, a smile on his face, and spoke as if he was watching a play.
Around him, there were many young men and women, all of whom were surrounded by a clear glow and a strong aura.
"Jiang Lan..."
Emperor Xia narrowed his eyes and recognized Jiang Lan. He was not surprised that he would appear in this place.
And what Jiang Lan said was indeed the rule of the imperial capital, and the Immortal Suppression Department was responsible for monitoring and supervising it.
But no matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem like someone who would follow the rules.
"Don't worry, Master Jiang. We are just sparring with each other. I won't hurt this guy. I will just break a few of his bones..."
"When the time comes, I will make him kneel down and kowtow in front of you to apologize."
On the river, the burly man from the Chi Ming Ancient Sect grinned when he heard that and turned around to respond.
"Hahaha……"
"Brother Sun's strength is obvious to all of us. Taking him down is just a piece of cake."
Hearing this, the young men and women around Jiang Lan all laughed in response, as if they already knew the outcome of the scene before them.
And opposite this pleasure boat.
On the jade boat, a handsome man with a tall figure, wearing a light grey brocade robe, looked at the scene in front of him with an ugly expression. He was Xiao Teng, the third son of Zhenbei King Xiao He.
He clenched his fists, making crackling sounds.
There were also many young men and women around him, including disciples wearing Yijian Palace uniforms.
"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan..." Many people showed worried expressions.
They were originally invited by Xiao Teng, the third son of the Zhenbei Palace, to visit Yuxianfang, but they did not expect to encounter such trouble.
Originally, Xiao Teng, the third son of the Zhenbei Palace, fell in love with a prostitute and gave her enough spirit stones. However, who would have thought that when he was parading in the middle of the river, he happened to encounter a pleasure boat on the opposite side.
The prostitute was also noticed by Jiang Lan, the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who was on the opposite pleasure boat, and he asked them to send the person over personally.
Xiao Teng naturally couldn't tolerate this as he was young and hot-tempered.
As a result of verbal conflict and provocation from the other party, a conflict arose.
It just so happened that Junior Brother Zhang Yuan had offended the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion at the auction that day.
(End of this chapter)
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