Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Couldn't he just give me ten thousand for no reason...

Suddenly, the backyard was silent.

Fang Tingzhi, who had been leaning against the treetops, slowly straightened up and looked at his friend in surprise.

Dappled light and shadows cast a radiant light over the two figures in the yard, one looking normal, the other with a trembling eyelash. Biezhi looked at Ji Ran quietly until a hint of confusion crossed his eyes, then lowered her eyes and smiled.

She raised the bamboo comb in her hand and said to him, "I'll take it." Fang Tingzhi,

who had come closer, breathed a sigh of relief. He studied her expression for a moment and said, "He can't hear, so he'll be a burden to you."

Biezhi frowned slightly, disagreeing with her. "He's not a burden."

Fang Tingzhi was speechless, looking at his friend, hesitant to speak.

How could a killer who stalks the dark side, with a deaf man, not be considered a burden?

After a moment's silence, her eyes curved and she changed the subject: "My senior brothers and sisters, knowing you'd be back today, have specially prepared a banquet and are waiting for us to come over."

"Great! I haven't seen you in ages," Biezhi said with a bright smile. Before leaving Beijing, she had been in seclusion, refining a drug. Less than half an hour after emerging, she received a mission from her master. It had been many days since she had seen her fellow disciples. She caught a glimpse of the man, his head bowed, adjusting his clothes, and her eyes twinkled. She said, "He'll go with me."

Fang Tingya was stunned for a moment, her eyes scanning Ji Ran, unable to make out what was going on. She wondered what kind of magic potion this deaf man had given her to attract her so much. Could it be his appearance?

Biezhi cheerfully went to talk to Wang Chuan, the owner of the Wuwei Shop. Wang Chuan was stunned for a moment until she reminded him. Only then did he turn and glance at the figure trimming the grass in the backyard, his expression startled.

However, he also had a request. Ji Ran could not leave until the Wuwei Shop closed in the evening. Biezhi had no doubts about this. She understood that the shop needed manpower and their banquet would not start until the evening.

Fang Tingzhi had something important to attend to, so she left after sitting for a while.

Biezhi was waiting alone in the shop. She found a seat in the corner, rested her elbows on the table, and idly counted the guests coming in and out.

As she counted, a strong sense of fatigue came over her.

Biezhi, who had not had a good rest for many days, yawned, looked around but could not find him, and without thinking too much, she found a comfortable position to lie on the table.

The cool breeze blowing through the trees made her eyelids droop uncontrollably.

The man carrying the trimmed flowerpot entered with a slight lift of his eyelids. Rays of sunlight filtered through the window, casting a shadow on the girl's fair, radiant face, like a mountain toon blossom quietly blooming in the springtime mountains. Her bright, piercing eyes, now hidden, lost a touch of femininity and gained a touch of tranquility.

His pace slowed slightly, his gaze sweeping across the bustling shop.

Suddenly, the chatter of the thirty or so people in the shop was reduced to the voices of a few, a voice that, precisely because of this, seemed unusually loud.

Wang Chuan and two or three waiters, standing behind the counter, stepped forward at the opportune moment, leaning forward to whisper to the men. The

men, chatting loudly, exchanged glances, then stood up, bewildered. As the waiters emerged from the shop, a hush fell over them the moment they passed through the door. The remaining people rose and stood at their tables, their breathing clearly audible.

After seeing off the guests, Wang Chuan turned and gazed at the lone man standing by the second-floor staircase. His angular face was expressionless, his cold, sharp black eyes fixed unblinkingly on the girl in the corner.

Wang Chuan and Qing Shan, one in the dark and one in the open, had been by their master's side for years. They wondered why their master had disguised himself and waited here two years ago. Nor did they understand why their master, who disliked others' proximity, had allowed Bie Zhi to come. He chattered endlessly about all sorts of strange things, sometimes taking advantage of his inability to hear and expressing his dissatisfaction with him nine and a half days out of ten.

The secret guards at Wuweipu occasionally listened, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably. They seemed preoccupied with their own tasks, but in reality, they observed the two with trepidation.

They had privately debated whether they should step in and silence Bie Zhi, but Jiang Yue and the others who followed closely behind them didn't intervene, so they gave up the idea.

Jiang Yue rushed over after receiving the news of the clearing. The secret guards guarding outside the Wuwei Shop came forward to whisper to him. He frowned slightly and nodded, then walked in lightly with his strength.

The people who lowered their eyes waiting for orders saw him coming and stepped back a few steps to make way.

When their eyes met, Jiang Yue nodded to Wang Chuan, walked quickly to his master's side, bowed, and whispered: "Master, there's news from the mansion. Miss Qin asked you to meet at Wanghe Tower at 3:45 pm."

Before Fu Huaiqing could speak, Wang Chuan, who followed him up, shook his head slightly at him.

Jiang Yue's eyes changed slightly. He followed Wang Chuan's gaze and saw the girl bathed in light and shadow. He immediately understood, "I will go and refuse Miss Qin right away."

"We will discuss it tomorrow at 3:45 pm." Fu Huaiqing said lightly, his voice cold and indifferent like a sword stained with blood, without any other emotion.

Jiang Yue nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Biezhi's fingertips trembling, and in an instant, his entire body trembled. He instantly bowed with a solemn look and left the Wuwei Shop. The secret guards inside also returned to their pre-sleep posture, though their voices were slightly lowered. Awoken from

her dream, Biezhi sat up abruptly and looked around blankly. The familiar surroundings slowly calmed her mind. She picked up the teapot at hand and poured herself a glass of water, taking a few sips to calm her nerves.

A sudden shadow obscured the light from the window. She raised her eyelids to look at the newcomer, clearly seeing a hint of worry in his pupils. He slowly gestured.

Biezhi took a moment to comprehend what she was saying. She waved her hand to indicate she was fine, mumbling, "Maybe I haven't slept well in a while. When I finally did, I had a nightmare. In my dream, I heard the voice of that Yama Rakshasa.

It was so cold and terrifying." Her voice wasn't loud, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to hear it unless they listened carefully. But the secret guards present, all highly trained since childhood, gasped.

Wang Chuan's brows twitched. After two years of eavesdropping, they knew who the Yama Rakshasa she was talking about, and now this Rakshasa was standing right before her.

"Can't he really just promise me ten thousand taels for no reason?" Biezhi sighed. She dreamed of him coldly rejecting her and assigning the task of obtaining the ten thousand taels of silver to someone else.

This way, the days of seclusion with a large sum of money seemed even further away.

Biezhi had no lofty ambitions in her life. She

didn't want to be the best killer in the world. She just wanted to make enough money, find a place where no one knew her, and

live happily with the money in her pocket. If possible, she would also like to find a handsome man to accompany her.

It doesn't matter if he is good at making money to support the family, nor does it matter if he is strong in martial arts. As long as he is tall and slender, with a handsome face, it will be enough.

By then, the two of them will spend their days together, wandering around the world, doing whatever they want, eating whatever they want, and being as happy as gods.

In an instant, Biezhi remembered the dream before she dreamed of Luosha. She suddenly stood up by supporting the table, and the smile in her eyes became a little thicker. "Before I dreamed of Luosha calling me over, I was buying pork elbows on Ning'an Street. I haven't eaten pork elbows on Ning'an Street for a long time. Let's go buy a big pork elbow before the banquet tonight!"

The girl's eyes were like crystal-clear amber, her expression lively and playful, a hint of playfulness evident in her mood. It was clear at a glance that her mood had turned from gloomy to sunny, and the bright, sunny day was so dazzling that it was hard not to stop and enjoy the refreshing breeze.

Fu Huaiqing stared at her silently, his eyes still brimming with indifference.

Biezhi knew Jiran couldn't hear her, and wasn't asking for his consent; she simply spoke whatever came to her mind.

As dusk gradually fell, the blood-red sunset stained the entire earth.

Biezhi, who was waiting outside, saw Jiran sweeping his palm across his sleeve, and looked at the waiters who were already tidying up the chairs and stools in the shop. He stood up excitedly and trotted over, his eyes passing Jiran to Wang Chuan who was walking behind him: "Is he ready to go?"

Wang Chuan nodded and said, "I plan to arrange for Jiran to go out tomorrow, and I hope the young lady can send him back early." After a pause, he reminded, "Jiran can't hear, so the young lady must be careful when taking him out."

"Of course." Biezhi raised his hand, circled Jiran's wrist with his fingertips and held it lightly, and said, "We won't go anywhere else. We'll go to Ning'an Street to buy things and then go to the banquet."

Wang Chuan subconsciously glanced at his master when he heard this, and thought to himself that Ling Feng had indeed brought up a good apprentice. Not only was he sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, but his swordsmanship and poison-making were also outstanding among his peers.

The two places she mentioned after waking up were both related to what they had just discussed: one was hearing her master's voice, and the other was dreaming of Ning'an Street. The most prosperous place on Ning'an Street was undoubtedly Wanghe Tower.

Biezhi didn't know what Wang Chuan was thinking, but he agreed and rushed to Ning'an Street with Ji Ran.

Before they even set foot on Ning'an Street, the aroma of crispy meat, sweet pastries, and refreshing braised dishes filled the air, making their mouths water.

When they arrived at Wanghe Tower, it was already full of people.

The servant guarding the door stepped forward, his eyes unable to resist glancing at the hideous scar on the face of the man behind the pretty girl. His tone became much more polite. "Young lady, if you want to eat, you'll have to wait about half an hour."

"I'll just buy a pork elbow," Biezhi handed over the silver. "

I'll take it away when it's ready." "Alright," the servant said, smiling as he took the silver and motioned for them to wait. "Young lady, please wait a moment. I'll bring it to you when it's ready in the kitchen." As soon as

he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurried past Biezhi and the others, ignoring the other guests behind her, and hurried toward the street.

Biezhi and Jiran stood back and caught a glimpse of the carriage parked outside.

When the carriage stopped, a maid jumped down and lifted the curtain. A light blue veil fluttered with the woman's steps. She spun gently, revealing a delicate and bright face, her eyes full of autumn water. The bright candlelight from Wanghe Tower fell on her, adding a touch of tenderness.

The waiting servant came forward to welcome the girl into the building and said, "Jingxi Pavilion has been cleaned up for you."

The girl nodded slightly, her eyes swept over the guests waiting on the side, and she stepped over the threshold nonchalantly.

At this time, Biezhi Yangmou told Jiran about the many delicious foods in Wanghe Tower, and said that she would bring him there for a meal next time when she was free. Until she suddenly heard the sound of breathing all around, she looked at the people with surprise in their eyes.

"Who is that girl? Why doesn't she need to wait?"

"You don't know Miss Qin? Her father is the Minister of Personnel, and her brother is the Shaoqing of Changli Temple. Not only is she of noble birth, but she is also a famous talent."

"Such a prominent family background?"

"What's the big deal? If you knew who her future husband is, you would find that it is not worth mentioning."

"Future husband?"

"Her future husband is His Royal Highness Prince Su."

"The Miss Qin and our prince are a good story in Beijing, a perfect match made in heaven."