Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Prince Su is such a fierce man!

The girl's almond-shaped eyes, resting on her fair, oval face, darted around, their clear, piercing pupils filled with confusion.

Ling Feng rarely heard her express such frank confusion. His eyes flickered across her, and he raised an eyebrow, saying, "A little."

Bie Zhi opened her mouth, speechless: "..."

"Compared to your senior brothers, you're certainly softer." Ling Feng felt a headache at the thought of those rascals he'd raised, but— "Why are you asking so suddenly?"

"Huh." Bie Zhi glanced at the Sanqing Hall, where no one had arrived yet. After a long pause, she couldn't help but mutter to her master, "If I weren't easy to bully, the master wouldn't have toyed with me like this." "The

master?" Ling Feng, knowing the true identity of Xianyun Tower's master, raised an eyebrow. He looked at her irritated expression helplessly, and couldn't help but laugh, "He's busy. He must have been delayed on the way."

"I'm busy too!" Bie Zhi pouted.

He wasn't the only one busy.

Ling Feng laughed: "What are you busy with?"

"Busy sleeping--" Biezhi paused and added: "And going to play with Jiran."

Ling Feng laughed out loud when he heard this. He had of course heard of Jiran, but he had never seen him: "I heard that you took him there last night?"

"Yeah." Biezhi nodded, her eyes brightened a little: "Master, do you know any miracle doctor? I want to take him there to see if he can restore his hearing. Even if it's just a little bit, it will be good for him." Ling Feng

was surprised. He didn't expect her to care so much about the deaf man at the city gate. Thinking of the doctor he knew, he shook his head and said, "Master, I don't know anyone who treats hearing."

Hearing this, Biezhi's eyes dimmed slightly and she sighed deeply.

Ling Feng looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, remembering what his colleagues in Xianyun Tower had mentioned some time ago. He covered his mouth and coughed, then said, "Master, you forgot that you are also at the age to be betrothed. It is said that a teacher is a father for life. If you really like him, Master will arrange for your marriage. How about it?"

"Marry?" Bie Zhi looked at him in astonishment and pointed at herself with her backhand: "Me?"

Ling Feng nodded: "As long as you like him, even if he doesn't want to, Master will tie him up for you. Fortunately, he won't say

a word--" "Don't!" Bie Zhi interrupted him hurriedly. She was indeed nineteen years old this year, and in ordinary families, she was at the age to be betrothed, but she really didn't have this idea. "Not to mention that my identity is not suitable for marriage, and I don't have any thoughts about him."

"How is your identity not suitable?" Ling Feng frowned. What does it mean to have no thoughts? "You have no thoughts about him, but why do you tease him from time to time?"

"How could I have flirted?" Biezhi felt wronged, almost swearing to heaven to prove his innocence. "He does suit my taste, but that's all. We're just friends. I didn't touch him."

The girl's sweet, sharp voice drifted on the breeze, tingling the bells beneath the eaves and blowing the man's dark gilded robe. The white jade hanging from his waistband rose and swayed.

Qingshan, standing behind the man, glanced up at his cold and indifferent profile. He looked normal, but he could see the man's displeasure, which only grew as the conversation in the hall deepened.

His heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't speak up.

Especially when the girl said, "I didn't touch him," Qingshan clearly saw the man's jaw tighten.

Fu Huaiqing twitched his lips, his smile not reaching his eyes, a cold laugh forced from his throat.

It seems that the one who had been touching him last night was a female ghost.

Fu Huaiqing raised his hand slightly.

Seeing this, Qingshan, who had been silent for a long time, hurried forward, deliberately slowing down his pace to remind the master and disciple who could not stop talking, and called out Lingfeng's name.

Biezhi heard Qingshan's voice and suddenly closed her mouth and restrained the words on her lips.

She didn't know when the master came, or whether he heard what she said before... As long as he didn't hear her complaining about him, everything would be fine.

Thinking of this, she glanced at her master.

Lingfeng looked at her calmly, indicating that she could rest assured.

If the sky fell, he would still hold it up.

With this, Biezhi relaxed.

She followed behind Lingfeng, bowed to the man behind the screen.

Qingshan, who was standing aside, said: "The master asked you to come here today mainly to secretly protect Xu Wenche of the Xu family in Jingzhou. After considering many factors, the master chose to entrust this task to Biezhi. Do you have any doubts about this, Brother Ling?"

Hearing this, Lingfeng glanced sideways.

Biezhi saw the worry in her master's eyes and pursed her lips slightly, signaling him to nod and accept. If her master hadn't been behind the screen, she would have shaken her head like a

rattle. Ling Feng had no way to deal with her, and he knew that the man behind the screen could never reverse his decision. But he still had a question. "There are many in the pavilion who are more skilled and agile than Biezhi. I don't understand why this task was given to Biezhi."

A full ten thousand taels of silver.

Not to mention the others in the pavilion, even the four guardians of Xianyun Tower would have stepped in. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand how such a great opportunity could fall to Biezhi.

"Xu Wenche makes friends widely, but he also has principles," Qingshan said.

Biezhi frowned. "What principles?"

"It looks good," Fu Huaiqing said coldly.

He looked at the girl who suddenly raised her eyes, his expression froze.

Xu Wenche, just like her, was a kindred spirit.

A hint of scorn lingered in the cold voice, and Biezhi thought she'd misheard. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if the smile was somehow directed at her.

And it wasn't directed at Xu Wenche, but at herself...?

Ling Feng hadn't expected such a ridiculous reason. He frowned, "Do you want Biezhi to infiltrate Xu Wenche's circle?"

"Yes," Qingshan nodded, and said to Biezhi, "We've created a new identity for you. He'll arrive in Beijing in seven days. You must familiarize yourself with your new identity as soon as possible."

Biezhi nodded in acceptance.

But mid-nod, she hesitated, glancing at her master, words lingering.

Ling Feng glanced back

, puzzled. Biezhi exhaled and asked cautiously, "The mission's ten thousand taels...?"

Fu Huaiqing paused twirling her ring, raised her eyelids, and gazed indifferently at the girl ten steps away. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, then confusion, as if she had something unfinished to say, but for a long time, the words remained unspoken.

He was in no hurry and just waited.

Biezhi paused for a long time but didn't hear any reply, and she couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

Could it be that five thousand taels were really out of her reach?

She hesitated for a while.

But it was obvious that the man behind the screen was even more patient than her, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting colder, so cold that she felt a slight chill on her back.

Biezhi closed her eyes and asked reluctantly: "Ten thousand taels, me and Louzhong will split it in half?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Huaiqing was stunned.

He looked at the girl with trembling eyelashes with an indescribable expression. He knew her dilemma at a glance without even looking at her for a moment.

Fu Huaiqing was silent for a while.

At this moment, Biezhi's heart turned cold as she watched the five thousand taels grow wings and fly away.

Forget it, five thousand taels is five thousand taels.

Five thousand taels is enough for her to spruce up Lijia Village, buy a restaurant and a yard, and spend the rest of her life leisurely.

Biezhi opened her mouth slightly, and before she could say the words that had been lingering in her throat for a long time, she heard the man say, "All belongs to you."

Upon hearing this, Biezhi's eyes widened, and she stared at the man's outline with joy. She happily decided that today's master was the most handsome old man she had ever seen!

Fu Huaiqing tapped the table with his slender knuckles, his eyes looking at her steadily, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he didn't know what he remembered, but then he lowered his mouth again.

Biezhi accepted the mission, but the master seemed to have more to say to the master, but he didn't ask her to leave, so she could only stand there and listen.

The master and the master happened to be discussing Qin Xiao's visit the previous day. When the master advised the master not to accept the mission, Biezhi knew that Fang Tingzhi would definitely not get the four hundred taels.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her dark pupils moving around in boredom.

Suddenly catching a glimpse of a familiar figure in her peripheral vision, Biezhi was startled, then suddenly raised her head and looked through the window toward the market. Standing quietly in front of a stall, the stall owner seemed familiar with him. He gestured something, and the owner smiled and patted his shoulder.

The apprentice's eyes suddenly lit up, and Ling Feng followed her gaze suspiciously and glanced outside. The market was bustling with people, and he didn't know what to see.

Noticing the gaze, Biezhi retracted her gaze and whispered, "Jiran." She

then whispered to others where they were.

Ling Feng, who was trying to do two things at once, looked in the direction she said, and in just a moment he found the tall figure of the man. The man slightly sideways, and the narrow scar caught his eye. Even though he had heard that Jiran had a scar on his face, he couldn't help but frown.

This scar was really too cruel.

Fu Huaiqing half-leaned on the armchair, looking at the master and disciple with a faint expression, and did not say a word to interrupt their thoughts.

It was only after Qingshan glanced at Shichen and reminded him that Ling Feng retracted his gaze.

Fu Huaiqing had other things to deal with, so he stood up and walked out nonchalantly. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

His cold eyes fell on Biezhi, who was bending slightly. She raised her eyelids in confusion, and heard the cold voice of her master.

He said, "Only you can carry out this mission."

Biezhi heard the warning in his words and bowed, saying, "I obey."

Fu Huaiqing glanced at her indifferently for a moment, then turned and left.

She caught a glimpse of the man disappearing from her sight and breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was more happy than worried, so excited that she almost ran out to buy a restaurant right away.

The days of lying happily on the silver mountain were already beckoning her!

However, all this was, of course, based on the completion of the mission.

Biezhi didn't care about anything else. After saying goodbye to her master, she hurried to Xianyun Tower. She had to quickly familiarize herself with her new identity and Xu Wenche, so that she could be flawless.

She hurried as fast as she could and was about to step onto Changle Street when she keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around her.

Biezhi's eyes quickly scanned the people on the street and in a moment, she located a few men. They didn't look like ordinary people. The righteous aura surrounding them was completely different from that of others.

"Look! It's His Royal Highness Prince Su!"

"No, no!?"

Instantly, Biezhi understood the men's identities, and her heart settled.

Though she had never seen Prince Su before, she couldn't help but feel curious. Following the gazes of the people around her, she looked out and immediately saw the man bending down to get off the sedan chair. He was tall and slender. He tilted his head slightly, and his deep, refined features instantly caught Biezhi's eye.

His brows were sharp, his eyes pierced with a coldness and aloofness, a commanding presence. It wasn't the ethereal beauty of the mountains and rivers, as depicted in the stories, meant to be admired from afar, not flirted with. Rather, it was the unique pressure of power that made anyone afraid to approach.

However—

Prince Su was indeed more handsome and refined than the rumors said. Biezhi couldn't deny that even Ji Ran, standing before him, would pale in comparison.

As the man's piercing eyes pierced her, she froze.

What a fierce man!

She subconsciously glanced around, confirming that nothing seemed amiss. She then looked up at the man not far away, only to find that the coldness in his eyes seemed even brighter.

And, perhaps it was an illusion, Biezhi felt as if he was coming for her.