Even a forty-eight thousand year old immortal had to eat, and it was absolutely impossible to do so without money. Therefore, First Young Master Liu received an extremely long list of daily expenses that night. Liu Xian’an stood beside him and continued listing things one after another. “A-Ning and I don’t really need much. The main thing is that raising a prince is more expensive.”

Liu Xianche was puzzled. It is natural for me to raise you, but why must His Royal Highness Xiao Wang be raised by Baihe Mountain Village?

“Because the prince will have no salary next month,” Liu Xian’an explained. “He just bought me a beautiful ruby, and he spent all his money on it.”

Liu Xianche: “……”

As the eldest son of the Liu family, it was his responsibility to teach his younger siblings to be diligent, thrifty and humble, and to avoid extravagance. But then he thought, ever since he was a child, when it was his little brother’s birthday, he didn’t seem to have picked out gifts according to his preferences. For several years, because he was practicing medicine outside, he didn’t even send anything at all and had forgotten all about it. So, he reluctantly acquiesced this time. He didn’t criticize further, just waved his hand and said with a headache: “Go to the accounting office and get money for yourself.” 

Liu Xian’an successfully obtained a pile of banknotes. Turning left when he went out, he handed everything over to the steward of Xiao Wang Palace. The steward was young and had never witnessed such a big scene before, and was shocked speechless on the spot. He stammered and waved his hands, no, no, our prince is rich! Rich!

If there was money, it must be collected. After leaving the banknotes, Liu Xian’an was satisfied and went back to his room to sleep. At midnight, the watchman banged his clapper as he passed by outside the barracks, and the door creaked softly. His Royal Highness Xiao Wang, who had just finished his military affairs and learned that he had been paid a large sum of money to support him, could not wait until the next morning and wanted to prove at once that he was indeed worth the money.

The Sleeping Immortal couldn’t bear the fondling and pulled the quilt over his head, but then his feet were held. Liang Shu had bad interests in this respect and loved to pick on him when he was in a daze. The busier he was outside, the more tired and annoyed he was. When he got home, he wanted to make unreasonable trouble and poke the lazy egg in his arms. And Second Young Master Liu had a good temper and the ability to sleep soundly at any time—this well-matched pair were quite suitable for each other.

Liu Xian’an yawned and said: “I dreamed about Commander Ku.”

Liang Shu asked: “Was it a good dream?”

“Yes,” Liu Xian’an said. “It was great, lucky and auspicious. All wishes will come true.”

Liang Shu smiled and tightened his arms. “That’s good.”

When immortals dreamt, they should always be accurate.

The night was dark. The entire mountain forest seemed to be covered by a large piece of black cloth, and even the moonlight was so dim that it was almost negligible.

Recently, there were witch doctors and guards around Liu Hengchang every time he treated Ku You. He had clearly been holding back something he wanted to say, but never had a chance to say it. Seeing that the date mentioned by Mu Zhe was getting closer but Ku You’s eyes still hadn’t improved at all, he was extremely anxious. There were many torture methods used by the Baifu Sect. Breaking arms and gouging out eyes were commonplace. Thinking of those bloody scenes, Liu Hengchang moved his hand and almost stabbed Ku You’s cheekbone.

“Hiss….” He quickly retracted his hand, but still left a drop of blood on the other person’s face.

“If you are absent-minded, do less and think more,” Ku You said. “Lest you make a wrong move and end up harming yourself and others.”

Before Liu Hengchang could parse the warning in his words, Wumeng Yunle had already come to the door again with her skirts in her hands. She had been running here these past few days. Firstly because of the Leader’s orders, and secondly because she wanted to see more of those golden eyes.

Ku You was taciturn and silent toward everyone, and Wumeng Yunle seemed to be the only one who could make him speak more, although the content of their chats was the same every time. And while they were talking, Yuan Yu would stand outside and listen without saying a word, an expression of contempt on his face.

As much as he liked this woman’s appearance, he disdained her superficiality and naivete. She only knew how to compare her own beauty to other womens’ all day long, and wasn’t even as lovable as those stone statues of the Holy Maiden. At least those statues were calm and silent, with only an absolute beauty, providing people with endless imaginings.

Wumeng Yunle asked: “Then could you like someone such as Liu Nanyuan?”

Ku You said: “No one dislikes Third Young Lady Liu.”

“Then could you also like me?” Wumeng Yunle gazed at him.

But Ku You asked: “After peeling off the false shell of the so-called Holy Maiden, what is left of you that is worthy of being liked by others?”

“I have—”

“You have a beautiful face.”

Ku You interrupted her: “You have said this sentence so many times, and I have said more than once that my admiration for Third Young Lady Liu has nothing to do with her status as the most beautiful woman in the world. Even if she had the most ordinary face, her name would still be famous throughout the southwest camp.”

Wumeng Yunle angrily threw her handkerchief at the other party. She actually knew that good was right and evil was wrong, but she couldn’t tell what was good and what was evil, so she would always grow angry at Ku You’s “unreasonableness” and turn around to leave. But the next day, she would return in a timely manner. She even put on beautiful outfits in case Ku You was able to see her at any time.

Yuan Yu was dissatisfied: “She fell in love with someone she shouldn’t have fallen in love with. That is to say, according to Leader Mu’s plans, she shouldn’t fall in love with anyone at all.”

“But she is an indispensable part of the overall plan.” Mu Zhe didn’t seem to take this matter too seriously. “Unless you can find a second person who can make Ku You willing to talk.”

Yuan Yu became increasingly resentful: “He also fell in love with her just by her voice, because it is as mellow as a nightingale.”

“Island Master Yuan truly likes my A-Le.” Mu Zhe smiled. “Don’t worry, I will remember our deal.”

“But she is a saintess.”

“She is not a saintess. I made her a saintess,” Mu Zhe corrected. “In this world, there is no shortage of beautiful and obedient girls. She is not irreplaceable. The only one I have eyes for is her brother.”

“That killer is as fast as lightning, but I heard he was seriously injured by Liang Shu.”

“I am also waiting. If he continues to be unwell—”

Yuan Yu’s eyes were contemptuous: “Leader Mu won’t kill him too, will he?”

“Of course not,” Mu Zhe said. “But I have many ways to make him stand up again.”

. . . . . . .

Liu Hengchang was certain that those witch doctors would not leave in the short term, and since Wumeng Yunle would not help him in this matter, he decided to take the risk and pass a message down the mountain that Mu Zhe was about to torture Ku You. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t considered that this might be a trap, but what if it wasn’t?

Thus, he decided in the end to give it a try.

In order to choose the safest route, he had visited all the nearby sentry points in the name of collecting herbs these past few days. Ultimately, he chose a dark and windy night to sneak out and prepare to go down the mountain. He walked hurriedly along the unattended path, moving very fast. In the end, he simply ran forward. Time was limited. He had to return to the forest before the sun rose.

An herb gatherer had a very good sense of direction. He almost didn’t need the compass in his hand, and could tell north, south, east, and west just by relying on the sparseness of the trees. Seeing that the mountain pass was already in front of him, Liu Hengchang hid behind a rock. He would just wait for the patrol team to leave, and then immediately jump off that short cliff!

“One, two, three!”

Liu Henchang mouthed encouragement to himself, and after waiting until the surroundings were quiet, he was about to rush out when there was a pain in his shoulder. Soon after, half his body started to become paralyzed. He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, and slapped his hands randomly in fear, but he was no match for his sneak attacker.

The major acupoints all over his body were sealed, and Liu Hengchang could only be carried upright by the other party all the way back to…..his residence?

“Cough, cough!” Still in shock, he chased after him a couple of steps, but the man in black had vanished without a trace.

Only a faint medicinal scent was left in the air. A medicinal scent that was familiar to Liu Hengchang and usually appeared on Feng Xiaojin’s body. 

After this realization, Liu Hengchang was absolutely dumbfounded. He took weak steps to sit on the threshold, his heart beating like a drum. 

If it was really Young Master Feng…..could it be that the other party had already discovered his betrayal? But since he had discovered it, why didn’t he expose him? 

Liu Hengchang patted his messy head, feeling somewhat regretful of his recklessness tonight. He should indeed have been more calm and composed when facing an emergency.

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