Chapter One: Linghu has a daughter who has just come of age

The night view of Hong Kong is beautiful, transitioning from bustling to tranquil, from bright to profound, with each segment of the night possessing its own unique beauty. However, King Liang is indifferent to the scenery; he raises his cup to the bright moon and looks down at the splendid Hong Kong. The beautiful Hong Kong before him is intoxicating, yet true intoxication is impossible, and being enamored is even more so. The self-righteous intoxication, however, is truly frightening

Ah, Hong Kong! Pan Ping lamented, "How can the Linghu family dare to flaunt such disgraceful and embarrassing matters? Although the truth remains unclear, I believe there must be some hidden agenda behind Linghu Tuan Yuan being forced to live in a separate residence!"

Linghu Tuan Yuan's eyes widened even more, realizing her mistake; he was still Linghu Wuqiu. She suddenly stood up, pointing at him, "You, you, you..." After a long pause, she burst into laughter, "I understand now, it's because you don't want to marry! As long as I run far away, you can use the pretense of looking for me to delay and delay, and if you can't find me, you won't have to marry!"

"Third brother, you treat me so well!" The first half of the sentence was said by Linghu Tuan Yuan through gritted teeth, while the second half was accompanied by big, watery eyes. "Rest assured, for a lifetime we are like brother and sister; I will never abandon you in times of peril to seek my own pleasures. Shall we escape together?"

Her father treated her well, Lady Qi was also kind to her, and her third brother goes without saying, but in their eyes, she is just a girl, destined to marry. Did they ever consider what she truly desires? They did not, nor did her master. What they thought was that since she bears the Linghu surname, she must take on the responsibilities of the Linghu family. Her master believed that as the child of her mother, she must possess unparalleled martial arts skills

It is ! ''

After a moment, Pan Weizhi gently said, "Since Young Master Wuque appreciates his sister, he must possess extraordinary qualities, though we outsiders are unaware of them." Upon hearing this, Pan Ping's expression flickered. Noticing his demeanor, Pan Weizhi smiled and said, "If there is anything else, just say it all at once; I can see you are feeling anxious!"

Xi Ri Xuanhao considered himself to be exceptionally skilled in martial arts, with remarkable proficiency in swordsmanship. However, Linghu Tuan Yuan possessed formidable close-combat skills, adept at both evasion and agile movements, slippery as an eel and quick as a hare. Unable to subdue her, his heart grew increasingly troubled.

Wu Que held onto Da Bai and floated away, murmuring as he walked: "Da Bai, just wait, her bed will eventually be yours!"

"Beneath the pavilion, the peach blossoms bloom, and the gaze is filled with spring; yet your actions are so ruthless, I cannot dare to be your benefactor!" Linghu Tuan Yuan said with a laugh.

Neither had he seen his master express disdain, nor had he witnessed his master laugh. As Pan Ping spoke, he forced a dry laugh and then stopped.

It is broken! said Wu Que.

At this moment, Mama Chen was kneeling at the Star Pavilion of the Yishui Building, trembling slightly, her face pale with fear in the shadow of a group of people before her. More precisely, she was kneeling in fear beneath the shadow of one person. The sudden arrival of King Liang of the West, Xuanhao, at the Xiangjiang of Nanyue was originally a wonderful event; no matter what King Liang demanded from whom, it would have been the highest honor of Mama Chen's later life. Unfortunately, she could not provide what the king wanted.

Mother Chen pondered and said: "She is taciturn and aloof, and does not socialize with her sisters. The only thing that the common folk can remember about her is that she plays the piano exceptionally well"

After Linghu Tuan Yuan came to his senses, he touched his head and said, "When did the Flower Boy appear at the Lingxing Pavilion?"

Arrange the items neatly and calmly say: "Prepare a letter for running away from home!"

On the night of Hong Kong, as the lights begin to shine, various flower boats compete in their splendor, the brilliant river surface shimmering alongside the starry sky. A full moon surrounded by stars shines brightly, just like the most vibrant Yishui Tower in Hong Kong, which, despite the surrounding flower boats being so resplendent, pales in comparison when one arrives in front of Yishui Tower

Madam Chen quickly regained her senses and repeatedly bowed, saying: "This humble woman is dull-witted; I shall now report everything I know without daring to deceive. Seventeen or eighteen years ago, no, eighteen years ago, there was indeed a musician named Ye Fengyao in this establishment. This woman was always modest and never sought the limelight, but she left Yishui Tower a year later, and since then, there has been no news of her or her whereabouts."

Xi Ri Xuan Hao gritted his teeth and reached for the fallen sword at his side

Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Wuqiu gently kicked open the door, entering with items in both hands. This young man's thoughts have always been meticulous, as he brought along all the necessary toiletries and dining utensils.

Without any flaws, she let out a soft "Eh" as she walked into the house holding the large white object, "Didn’t you go to see the master? How did you end up getting chopped?"

Yet she feels that there will always be a time to awaken, just as no matter the wind or rain, tomorrow will arrive punctually. When the afternoon sun warms the curtains, Linghu Tuan Yuan slowly opens her eyes; even the most carefree person has moments of discomfort. Since childhood, she has been practicing martial arts under the strict pressure of her master, Li Jia Mu, persevering with great effort. Li Jia Mu laments that she is not a boy, and the young Linghu Tuan Yuan strives to prove herself to be even more boyish than the boys. Due to her unclear and improper origins, many in the Linghu family look down upon her; initially, she felt resentment, then she developed a facade, and later learned to turn the tables and teach others a lesson. However, Linghu Tuan Yuan does not understand why, as a girl, she must endure so much hardship and humiliation, why while she practices, other girls are indulging in the affection of their parents, and why, despite her hard work, she still cannot gain her master's recognition.

Throwing herself onto the bed, Linghu Tuan Yuan quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep. Although the matter of getting married was quite troublesome, she could leave the troublesome things for tomorrow; for now, it was time to sleep. Sleeping should be comfortable, without any thoughts, her mind a blank.

As the western sun set, Xiri Xuanhao sat upright behind the beaded curtain, while Chen Mama could not discern his emotions from the golden silk shoes of King Liang. With a trembling voice, she reiterated her explanation, "Ten years ago, the Yishui Tower experienced a flood, and that original roster was lost along with countless books. I ask for your understanding, King Liang."

"You slept in until morning, is it still useful to push it out?" A lazy voice echoed at the door. Upon hearing the master's voice, Da Bai immediately turned around and dashed away. The summer morning light streamed into the room, and Hu Wuqiu stood at the door, looking as handsome as a deity, but unfortunately, he was merely a door god

Could you please repeat that? From which place is the musician?

Brother San, you really got up early today

Linghu Tuan Yuan remained silent, snatched the cup and gulped down the water, her cheeks puffed out. Wu Que sidestepped to avoid her, and she sprayed the water out the door.

The summer sunlight brightly illuminated Pan Weizhi's face, which was exquisite and elegant, yet it seemed to lack something in its perfection

Xi Ri Xuan Hao let out a hum again and muttered to himself: "Her musical skills are exceptional, her appearance is ordinary, what a Ye Feng Yao!"

As the setting sun cast its glow, Xiri Xuanhao lifted the beaded curtain and, upon seeing the visitor, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Where did this noble person come from? Leave!"

Linghu Tuan Yuan followed his gaze and saw that the sleeve on his left side had been torn, a cut made by the sword of King Liang when she "rolled" out of the Lingxing Pavilion

Mother Chen replied: "As far as the common women know, there has never been. She is exceptionally skilled in playing the piano, but her appearance is ordinary, so no guests have ever taken a liking to her"

Hwarang? In a moment of anger, Xiri Xuanhao called the other party "Jiren", but the other party called him "Hwarang"!

Pan Ping rubbed his hands and said awkwardly: "This is not something I made up; it was told to me by my brother-in-law in private. Young master, you also know that my brother-in-law has relatives working as servants in the Linghu family, and it was that relative who shared this with him. That person also mentioned that Linghu Tuan Yuan's origins are unclear, and her mother comes from a questionable background. It is said that she was once a qin player, a qin player from Xiangjiang! Linghu almost lost his position as clan leader because of her back in the day... That person also mentioned that Linghu Tuan Yuan's origins are unclear, and her mother comes from a questionable background. It is said that she was once a qin player, a qin player from Xiangjiang! Linghu almost lost his position as clan leader because of her back in the day..."

Wu Que suddenly smiled and said: "If you look down on Pan Weizhi, just stay away. Xiqin Nalan is a better match for you. As long as he is not married, you still have a chance"

Pingzhen followed the path: "I also believe it must be this woman. As a qin player without a qin by her side, it seems that no qin in the world is worthy of her attention."

Linghu Tuan Yuan merely blinked, and the sword pressed in once more. She narrowly brushed past the blade, yet a few strands of her hair were severed. Linghu Tuan Yuan felt a chill in her heart; this man was charming to the extreme, yet also deadly to the extreme. In the midst of his laughter and words, he could take a life. No wonder her master had once told her that while those who harm you are certainly not good people, you must be even more wary of those who smile at you.

Linghu Tuan Yuan sighed and said, "You, this flower boy, are not young anymore; why are you making such a fuss? Are you not afraid of scaring away the patrons?"

Oh, I understand

Xihai Xuanhao once again swept his sword horizontally, cursing, "How dare this cunning woman be so frivolous, come and take your life!"

King Liang waved his hand from behind the curtain, and the chief guard dismissed Mother Chen. After Mother Chen left, King Liang's advisor Ping Zhen bowed and said: "It seems that the clue was lost here ten years ago"

Without a trace of hesitation, he slowly turned around and walked outside. Just as Linghu Tuan Yuan had finally relaxed his mind, he stopped in his tracks again, turning his back to her and said: "After a while, I have to return to the main residence. Father said I need to host Prince Liang. You should also prepare, Wei Zhi might come along."

Pan Wei smiled and said, "My marriage is decided by my grandfather"

Ye Fengyao... what kind of woman are you?" Xi Ri Xuanhao suddenly laughed, "The world's number one musician, you should have died long ago, right? No matter where you hide, your brilliance cannot be concealed. After so many years without a trace, you must be completely dead! Good riddance! Good riddance... even in death, you don't let people rest easy!" Xi Ri Xuanhao's laughter gradually turned into a sigh, still uttering that name, "Ye Fengyao... Ye Fengyao..."... even in death, you don't let people rest easy!" Xi Ri Xuanhao's laughter gradually turned into a sigh, still uttering that name, "Ye Fengyao... Ye Fengyao..."

He did not ask, but Pan Ping continued, "Young Master, you must not do yourself an injustice. Even if you were to exchange marriages with the Linghu family, you cannot marry their illegitimate daughter"

Linghu Tuan Yuan had no maidservants to attend to her, and no one in the other courtyard cared whether she was hungry or cold. For these years, it was primarily Wu Que who took care of her. Even if he could not spare the time to come to the other courtyard, he would send someone to look after her. Initially, Linghu Yue and Madam Qi were still worried; after all, their son was so young and already taking care of his sister. However, as time passed, the meticulous way in which the young child Zhou Mi conducted himself not only eased their concerns but also brought them comfort, for this was indeed an outstanding son of the Linghu family.

Please, Your Highness, calm your anger

Three days later, Pan Ping detailed the information he had gathered to Pan Weizhi, saying, "That Linghu Tuan Yuan truly astonished me. Logically speaking, she is a concubine's child, and it would be one thing if the Linghu clan leader did not mind, but even the mother of Young Master Wuque treats her exceptionally well, giving her whatever she wants, treating her better than her own daughters. However, this Fourth Miss Linghu has been spoiled since childhood and has a mischievous nature. She offends people everywhere in the Linghu family, and out of helplessness, the clan leader had no choice but to send her to live in another courtyard." Pan Weizhi still maintained a demeanor as gentle as jade, and Pan Ping tentatively asked, "Young Master, do you not find this strange?"

Without a flaw, she gracefully took her seat and said, "Did you not say that you do not wish to marry?"

In the end, Pan Weizhi decided that although he had had dealings with Linghu Wuqiu, he would treat it as if he had never heard that name before

Linghu Tuan Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to close the door

Pan Ping was well aware of his temperament and understood that he had not spoken the second half of his sentence—how could a servant discuss the master's marriage? Thus, Pan Ping smiled broadly and changed the subject, "The King of Liang will soon arrive in Chenliu. It is likely that the King of Liang will bring many people, so Young Master should prepare early to receive the King of Liang."

"I am furious!" With a single sword strike, Xiri Xuanhao severed the remaining half of the window frame.

Are you the Liang King? At this point, Linghu Tuan Yuan began to play dumb, saying, "Aren't you a flower boy?"

Bleeding!

"Are you being frivolous with me?" Linghu Tuan Yuan was both angry and amused, and with a sudden movement, she caught hold of Xi Ri Xuan Hao's sword hand. Xi Ri Xuan Hao felt a numbness in his arm, and the effects of the three cups of wine he had consumed vanished instantly. This woman was not a Ji person; Ji people did not possess such skills. However, Xi Ri Xuan Hao was not to be underestimated either, and he took the opportunity to strike back at Linghu Tuan Yuan's chest with the hilt of his sword. Linghu Tuan Yuan let out a sharp cry, quickly releasing her grip and leaping back to avoid him. It was unclear who was being frivolous with whom, as the two exchanged blows, making it difficult to determine a victor.

The battle was intense, and upon hearing the commotion, you and others such as Ping Zhen rushed over. Linghu Tuan Yuan only heard the guards shout: "Protect Prince Liang!" Startled, he was immediately struck by Xi Ri Xuan Hao's sword. The sword came with an enigmatic finesse, rising from below, seemingly casual, yet it was exceedingly formidable.

Linghu Tuan Yuan suddenly felt a pang in his heart, not because he heard the words "Liang Wang," but because of "Wei Zhi." In recent days, Wu Que had been constantly mentioning Wei Zhi, casually talking about him, and the implication could not be clearer. After the pang, Linghu Tuan Yuan forced a smile and said, "I understand, I will prepare well!"

Linghu Tuan Yuan sprang up and curled her lips. With her long legs, who could possibly stop her from running? She was a disciple of Li Jia Mu, and the most formidable skill she had learned was the art of escape, which is why even the Liang King, wielding a sword, allowed her to slip away right under his nose

Pingzhen was taken aback, and the guards behind him were also stunned... It seemed they had arrived at an inopportune moment, interrupting the pleasure of King Liang

Not right! Linghu Tuan Yuan shook off a shower of water, and she had not yet inquired how King Liang knew her mother's maiden name, a matter that even the people of the Linghu family, apart from her father, were unaware of

Madam Chen, the matron of Yishui Tower, was the top courtesan in Hong Kong during her youth. Although she is now in her middle age, her charm has only deepened, and her attire sets the trend in Hong Kong—golden and resplendent, her hairpin rivals that of the imperial court; jade green, a treasured heirloom that draws admiration from noble families; bright red, a flamboyant outfit that respectable families envy yet dare not approach; and pure white, a natural asset of Madam Chen, whose movements exude an irresistible allure.

Linghu Tuan Yuan questioned suspiciously, "Who are you?" As she passed by the Yi Shui Building, she heard someone calling her mother's name, and out of curiosity, she ventured inside.

Do you still remember your place of origin

Pan Weizhi's attractive brows finally furrowed, "Such slanderous words that tarnish one's reputation must not be spoken carelessly"

Hush—be good, Da Bai

Linghu Tuan Yuan turned around, and a warm towel was thrown onto her cheek. She instinctively took it, wiped her face, walked over to sit directly across from Linghu Wuque, and dropped the towel as she sat down, locking eyes with him. Is this her third brother, Linghu Wuque? It seemed very affectionate, yet those eyes remained as unfathomable as ever

Linghu Tuan Yuan almost sprayed water on his own feet, "What?"

Xi Ri Xuan Hao suddenly realized that his collar was wide open, exposing the spring scenery. He couldn't help but laugh in anger, saying, "With your words, I grant you a complete corpse!"

Without a flaw, he picked up the large white object and held it in his arms, leaning against the door while yawning, "Is the weather so nice that you went out for a swim at midnight?"

Xi Ri Xuan Hao coldly said: "Staring at that old thing, he is so old that his memory is all dug out!"

Xi Ri Xuan Hao had never experienced such humiliation; his face turned ashen as he drew his sword and thrust it forward, only to be deftly evaded by Ling Hu Tuan Yuan.

Oh. Pan Weizhi knew that she could not ask any further, as no more could be gleaned from the inquiry. A concubine's daughter, even if she were the daughter of the clan leader, would not hold a position of great standing.

Linghu Tuan Yuan sighed inwardly, yet said outwardly: "The weather is really nice today, haha..."

People who raise cats reflect their own characteristics; Dabai's owner is Linghu Wuqiao, and thus Dabai has naturally become a shrewd old cat. Whenever Linghu Tuan Yuan goes out, it will definitely climb onto her empty bed, and if Dabai does not return home at night, the next day Linghu Wuqiao will certainly cause trouble for Linghu Tuan Yuan

"Where are you running to?" As Xiri Xuanhao saw her trying to escape, he swiftly wrapped his other arm around her, causing Linghu Tuan Yuan to roll perfectly into his embrace. With his center of gravity unsteady and tightly gripping her arm, they both fell to the ground. Their positions were quite awkward, with the woman on top and the man below. Linghu Tuan Yuan pressed her hands against Xiri Xuanhao's bare chest, while Xiri Xuanhao held her wrist with one hand and clasped her slender waist with the other.

Pan Weizhi said lightly: "Did you hear all of this from the servants? Tell me, how exactly has she been so unruly?"

Linghu Tuan Yuan was taken aback; her master and her third brother were both outstanding among men, yet the man before her made her realize for the first time that a man could also be so charming.

His reasons for rejecting marriage are quite straightforward: First, he is young, only sixteen years old; Second, his paternal grandmother's surname is Pan, which makes the blood relation too close; Third, and this is even more outrageous, he claims that he does not like refined ladies, but rather prefers the type of his younger sister, Linghu Tuan Yuan. The patriarch of the Linghu clan, who is also Linghu Wu Que's biological father, was nearly driven to illness by his anger, pointing at him and scolding: "Young master, it is your father who has raised you in luxury!"

Nanyue, a land of abundance. Among the four great families of the world, Nanyue accounts for half. The Pan family of Chenliu and the Linghu family of Wangshu, regardless of the changes in dynasties over the centuries, have remained steadfast through the storms.

Linghu Tuan Yuan let out a dry laugh; although her clothes were dry, her hair was disheveled from the water, and her pants clung to her legs

I will take care of the matters at home

King Liang let out a hum, and Mother Chen quickly said: "It seems to be coming from the Gaos, but strangely, as a qin master, he did not bring his qin."

In the seventh year of the reign of Emperor Yong of the Western Sun Dynasty, each of the four prominent families produced a talented individual, who were collectively referred to as the "Four Young Masters of the World" by well-wishers. "Song, Nalan, Pan, and Linghu" refer to the four prominent families of Song, Nalan, Pan, and Linghu. It was in this year that the Pan and Linghu families of Nanyue faced a marriage dilemma—both families intended to unite once again through marriage, but the distinguished young master Linghu Wuqie openly refused the marriage proposal.

Linghu Tuan Yuan crawled ashore, drenched from head to toe, feeling regretful in her heart, "I've caused trouble! I've caused trouble!" She could only blame her years of martial arts training for her exceptionally keen hearing, and also blame King Liang for choosing that precise moment to send her a message.

Her scandals are indeed numerous, let me briefly mention a few to the young master. It is said that at the age of 7, she drew a turtle on the clothes of her teacher; at 8, she took the young master Wuqiu to climb trees, walls, and rooftops; at 9, she used scissors to give a dog a complete haircut; at 10, she pushed the chief steward of the Linghu family into the lake; heh heh... At the age of 11, she was finally expelled from the main residence

What are you talking about

Pan Ping disdainfully remarked: "I heard she is a concubine's offspring"

A sudden gust of wind invaded the Lingxing Pavilion, causing the beaded curtains to rustle with sound, and a young girl in a blue dress appeared in the pavilion in an instant. Xiri Xuanhao immediately became alert, rising to his feet and demanding, "Who is it?"

The two individuals are of the same age and have grown up together since childhood, yet their temperaments are entirely different; one is lively and spirited, while the other is capable and efficient. It is quite strange that these two people, so different in character, are exceptionally compatible. Despite holding the esteemed status of the clan leader's legitimate son, who is always surrounded by servants and in the limelight, he only condescends to treat Linghu Tuan Yuan with respect, often personally attending to her needs.

Linghu Tuan Yuan suddenly resembled a ball that had been kicked away, crashing through the window and rolling out of the Lingxing Pavilion. Xiri Xuanhao rose and dashed to the window, only to hear a splash in the fragrant river, but she was nowhere to be seen

Pingzhen is known as such

Linghu Tuan Yuan felt a tightness in her chest, yet she had to admit that this person's gaze was exceedingly sharp. But how could she bring herself to say that she was hurt by the Liang King? Why was she hurt? Because she had insulted the Liang King as a flower boy

The man before me appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with long hair cascading down. His brows and eyes conveyed a mix of melancholy and ruthlessness, yet could not conceal the strong scent of alcohol. His collar was open, revealing a distinct collarbone, and his fair skin had a rosy hue. Most striking was the jade belt loosely tied around his narrow waist, accentuating the upright figure beneath his dark attire, further enhancing the man's ethereal and captivating charm.

Pan Weizhi sighed softly: "Nanyue has always been a fief of the Liang King. He did not come in previous years, but this year he has come. I wonder what his purpose is?"

The cat does not rely on others, continuing to rub against.

Does she not have any patrons

Linghu Tuan Yuan was taken aback

The scar has formed! Has Master’s swordsmanship declined? If Master were injured, even without severing the hand, one would still see the bone!" Wuqing's eyes had not blinked once, but his hand gently stroked Daba, who obediently responded with a call.

Pan Ping chuckled softly. Pan Weizhi did not speak of him either; in the eyes of the servants, it was natural that the person in charge was here for the marriage matters of the Pan family

The setting sun cast a dark shadow as Xiri Xuanhao irritably said: "You may go down as well, have someone bring up the wine and dishes, this king wishes to be alone for a while, do not disturb!"

A flawless smile, "Well said!"

"Quickly go back and sleep in your own bed!" Linghu Tuan Yuan is not afraid of anything in the world, except for this fat cat. Ever since Bai entered the house, she has liked to sleep on her bed regardless of the season. Let her sleep, but Bai is not hygienic at all, and the dust hidden in her fur has rolled onto Linghu Tuan Yuan's sheets. It has become dirty, but Linghu Tuan Yuan is not a particular young lady to begin with; however, Bai's owner is not her.

Pan Weizhi fell into silence. Hong Kong has always been a place for the red courtesans of Nanyue, and musicians have always been regarded as a lowly profession, with the musicians of Hong Kong being of the worst background imaginable. When he learned of Linghu Wuqie’s refusal, he understood that it was the affluent young master speaking to him: Linghu Wuqie hoped that he would marry Linghu Tuan Yuan, and only if he married Linghu Tuan Yuan could the affluent young master possibly marry the daughter of the Pan family. But evidently, even the head of the Linghu clan was not willing, let alone others. The rumors that Pan Ping mentioned were likely known to many within the Linghu family, and the head of the Pan family must have heard of them as well. Even if the rumors were not credible, the various tales about Linghu Tuan Yuan in her youth had a high degree of credibility—she was an anomaly in the Linghu family!

Your Highness, King Liang! The door has been burst open

Mother Chen shook her head pitifully, "I can't hear the accent of my hometown"

I understand, in the middle of the night, you unfortunately fell into the water while passing through Xiangjiang, and when you emerged, your sleeve was torn. Wuqiao gazed at the torn sleeve of the garment, her eyes not blinking as she spoke the lie she was about to concoct.

Pan Ping leaned in closer and said mysteriously: "Since the young master has spoken, I shall speak frankly. There is a shocking piece of news; it is said that Linghu Tuan Yuan is not the biological child of Linghu Yueqin, but rather her mother brought her into the Linghu family!"

In a critical moment, Linghu Tuan Yuan could not afford to admire the opponent's swordsmanship and turned to flee.

With a flash of her flawless eyes, she did not respond, leaving Linghu Tuan Yuan feeling bored and choosing not to speak further. Under the slanting bright sunlight, the two of them were illuminated on one side while the other remained in shadow

After several moves, Linghu Tuan Yuan spun around and faced him, exclaiming: "Actually, you look quite good!"

"To marry a wife is to be like Pan, to marry a husband is to be like Linghu," reveals the sentiments of the common people, while the thoughts of the aristocracy regarding marriage are precisely the opposite. The nobles desire to "marry their daughters into the Pan family and take wives from the Linghu family"

Meow!

After a long time, until Mother Chen's legs had gone numb from kneeling, Wang Liang finally let out a grunt. Immediately, Wang Liang's aide coldly asked, "So, has your head filled with water?"

The daughter of the Pan family is famously known for her love of going to the palace, aspiring to become a queen, while the daughter of the Linghu family is entirely different. A hundred years ago, the then King of Nanyue lamented with five words—"What a pity Linghu is not a queen." After the fall of Nanyue, some historians also expressed their regret: had the King of Nanyue married Linghu as his queen, history might have been rewritten

Ah? Linghu Tuan Yuan quickly rolled up his sleeves, and indeed, he cut through his skin, leaving a line of blood.

At dawn, Linghu Tuan Yuan hurried back to the villa. As usual, she climbed over the wall and leaped through the window, and as usual, she stealthily returned to the inner chamber. Just like before, she approached the bed and startled a plump white cat awake. The cat meowed and jumped down from the bed, rubbing against her feet.

There is no wall that does not let the wind through in this world, and the words of the privileged young master eventually reached the ears of Young Master Yu, Pan Weizhi. Curiously, Pan Weizhi asked his servant, Pan Ping: "What kind of person is the sister of Young Master Wuque?"

What about that temperament