Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 201: Qin Yuliu's and Jiang Fuzi's Predicament

Wangjiang Tower, in a place like the capital city where every inch of land is valuable, may not be considered a top-notch high-end establishment in terms of food and environment for the discerning aristocrats. However, when it comes to elegant and tranquil surroundings, it can definitely rank among the top ten.

Located between four or five academies in the southern part of the city, with the Kuai Water River to the west and the Jieshi Low Mountain to the east, there is no disturbance from the hustle and bustle of the market, nor the vulgarity of crowded vendors. Moreover, because it is surrounded by academies, there is a hint of scholarly atmosphere.

The shopkeeper's name is Sun Bunian. "Bunian" may mean "not celebrating the New Year," as his father was not educated and did not know how to give a proper name. However, this name is considered elegant within a radius of three to five miles around Wangjiang Tower!

Because the shopkeeper himself is a refined person!

He has twelve robes, all Confucian robes. His friends are all scholars, and he often quotes Confucius, calling himself "Elegant Mountain Dweller."

However, at this moment, he is feeling a bit uneasy as he carries a plate of squirrel-shaped golden-scaled fish and walks towards a nearby elegant room. His expression keeps changing.

"Why did the shopkeeper personally deliver the food? Let me do it." A maid approaches him warmly and offers her service.

"Confucius said: No need." Sun Bunian suppresses his discomfort and instinctively looks around before coughing lightly. "Has the esteemed guest started eating?"

The maid respectfully replies, "They are eating!"

"Very well!"

Sun Bunian takes a deep breath, turns into a corridor, and walks towards an elegant room. Just as he reaches the door, he hears a burst of hearty laughter from inside.

"Master Jiang's poem 'Quiet Night Thoughts' may be a simple five-character quatrain, but it is clear in meaning, bright in ambition, and vividly portrays the emotions, scenery, and state of mind. It can be considered a masterpiece!"

"Master Ling, you flatter me. It was just a casual piece I wrote when I occasionally missed my hometown. It's nothing worth mentioning!"

"You are too modest! In my opinion, Master Xu's poem 'Toasting' is truly marvelous. It not only conveys the intention of toasting, but also expresses the vast waves and lofty aspirations in one's heart. It is truly admirable!"

"I dare not accept such praise! Please don't mock me, Master Yang!"

On the table in the elegant room, there are four plates of appetizers and three pots of Bi Luo Chun wine. The dishes are exquisite, and the wine is of high quality.

Five people sit around, three of whom are the elegant and refined Qin Yuliu, the robust and big-eared Jiang Fuzi, and the slender Xu Fuzi.

The other two are a middle-aged woman and a plump old man.

The five of them chat and laugh for a while, and suddenly the middle-aged woman looks at the silent Qin Yuliu and kindly asks, "Master Qin, you have been gloomy all day. Do you have something on your mind?"

Qin Yuliu brushes his hair behind his ear and then smiles lightly, "I suddenly remembered Master Li. We were friends and teachers for thirteen years. Today is his birthday, but... he has long been buried in a foreign land!"

Jiang Fuzi and the others involuntarily restrain their smiles.

Then Xu Fuzi sighs, "Master Li's whereabouts were already somewhat strange. He inexplicably took a vacation and went to the border, saying he wanted to break through the Realm and find inspiration. What inspiration could there be at the border? If he had waited until now, the changes in the world during the seven days of the Green Rain would have become even more apparent, and breaking through the Realm would not have been difficult!

Moreover, there aren't too many experts at the border, and with his Realm just a step away from being a Half-step Great Master, and no enemies to speak of, why would he meet such a tragic end?"

Jiang Fuzi shakes his head, "I heard vaguely that before his death, he sent a Blood Pigeon Robe!"

"Oh?" Everyone looks at her, "Does the robe have any specific meaning?"

Jiang Fuzi remains silent for a moment, drinks a cup of wine, and wipes his thick lips. "I'm afraid it's related to Xin Zhuo!"

The other two gentlemen don't quite understand the name Xin Zhuo, but Qin Yuliu and Xu Fuzi are very familiar with it. They vividly remember everything that happened at the Fulong Mountain Autumn Palace. The descendants of "The Art of War" and "Tao Te Ching," including many poems circulating in the capital city recently, including the two just mentioned, were all written by this person.

However, when they were at the Autumn Palace, they witnessed with their own eyes that all the meridians in this person's body were severed by the Lingling Master and Dongfang Xiansheng. Even with the presence of Earth Immortals, it would be difficult to recover.

But unfortunately, after Master Li's accident, Xin Zhuo directly mentioned his name. What could be the meaning behind it?

Xu Fuzi furrows his brow, "I wonder if Xin Zhuo is the heir of the Jiang family?"

The other two gentlemen have also heard of the heir of the Jiang family. It is said that he had been wandering outside for more than ten years and only recently returned to his ancestral home, causing quite a stir in the capital city.

Middle-aged woman exclaimed, "The Jiang family has been intertwined with the imperial dynasty for hundreds of years. They have a large clan and deep connections. Although their power has declined somewhat in the past decade, with the presence of Lady Ning and Jiang Jiawei, I doubt anyone would dare to provoke them!

I don't know what grudges you all have with... Xin Zhuo. If this person is truly the heir of the Jiang family, it would be best to temporarily let go of any conflicts!"

The old man also said, "Actually, the Jiang family is not the main concern. They can be accommodated to some extent, considering their face and the various influences within the court. But that Jiang Jiawei, the princess of the Taiping Palace in the past, is quite capable. Fourteen years ago, she was already at the Half-step Grand Great Master realm. Moreover, she is the current emperor's aunt. Dealing with her is truly difficult!"

"Hmph!"

Qin Yuliu coldly snorted and finished his drink.

"Dong dong..."

At that moment, there was a knocking sound at the door, and the refined and friendly voice of Sun the shopkeeper came from outside, "Gentlemen and scholars, I have brought fish!"

"Master Yashan personally brought the fish!"

The old man laughed and got up to open the door, saying, "The Song Squirrel Golden Scale Fish from Wangjiang Tower, cooked with a sweet and sour sauce. It is sweet but not greasy, tender and boneless. It can be considered a top-quality dish. You must all try it!"

Meanwhile, Sun the shopkeeper had already entered the private room and smiled calmly as he placed the fish down, saying, "I personally cooked it. Please enjoy!"

Looking at the brightly colored sweet and sour fish, even Qin Yuliu let go of his guard and emotions. Everyone picked up their chopsticks and tasted it.

Sun the shopkeeper's forehead was sweating, but he had a smile on his face, waiting for praise and appreciation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qin Yuliu took a bite, his expression changed. He looked coldly at Sun the shopkeeper.

The old man's expression also changed.

The poison, a special technique, could be vaguely sensed.

"What is the meaning of this, Master Yashan? Is this how you treat guests?" Qin Yuliu's face turned icy cold, his fingertips lightly circling as a small sword appeared in front of him.

"Hehe..."

The resentment, shame, and nervousness on Sun the shopkeeper's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold smile. He said, "You all have offended my family's heir. How can you sit here peacefully?"

After speaking, he took a sudden step back.

Boom!

The window frame outside the private room suddenly exploded, and dozens of at least Half-step Grandmaster realm experts swiftly flashed in like ghosts. The room was instantly filled with True Qi and the whirling of condensed weapons.

A square-faced man shouted, "It's best if you don't move!"

Qin Yuliu and the other four stood up, each gathering their True Qi, exuding a majestic aura.

"If you don't want to die, then obediently leave!"

Two figures suddenly appeared on one side, a woman with fiery red hair and a seductive posture.

And a tall, broad-chested, cold-faced woman in a green dress, with a flying "life weapon" swirling around her!

Half-step Grand Great Master!

The entire room was instantly enveloped in various True Qi and a violent aura. It was feared that any slight movement would destroy half of the Wangjiang Tower!

Qin Yuliu and the other four subconsciously glanced in the direction of Qiufeng Academy, slightly lowering their guard.

"No need to look!" The woman with fiery red hair chuckled. "There are people keeping an eye on the academy's path. Before they arrive, it's enough to kill you ten times!"

Qin Yuliu frowned, "Xin Zhuo?"

"Your Highness!"

The woman in the green dress showed no emotional fluctuations on her face.

(End of this chapter)