allendalepharm Chapter 131 I'm afraid you'll die a violent death in the street
Chapter 131 I'm afraid you'll die a violent death in the street
Bai Yifei remained calm: "This person is at the pinnacle of martial arts, with few rivals; moreover, during his time in Xinzheng, his actions have been clear and his intentions have been to do nothing to disrupt the political situation in Han—he is no match for me."
Emerald Tiger gave him a deep look and nodded repeatedly: "Good, good...that's enough."
The two seemed to have forgotten that just moments before, they were facing off against Lin Tian.
If Bai Yifei didn't mention it, the Jade Tiger would automatically erase that memory.
As for the deceased Ji Wuye?
Oh……
What business is it of theirs?
Although they are all "Four Fiends of the Night," they are merely taking what they need from each other.
When a person dies, that's it.
Even feeling sorry for them would be superfluous; at most, a chill would pass through one's heart—it's just a case of the rabbit mourning the fox's death.
"Alas... the great general has unfortunately fallen. My lord, I believe it is your turn to make the moves in this game." Emerald Tiger looked at Bai Yifei and added meaningfully.
He was incredibly wealthy, richer than a country... therefore, countless people coveted his fortune. Now that Ji Wuye was dead, he would inevitably need to find another powerful patron. Jade Tiger's words were loaded with hidden meaning, and Bai Yifei was certainly aware of the underlying message.
After a moment of contemplation, Bai Yifei slowly spoke: "Once the news of the General's assassination spreads, the entire Korean kingdom will be thrown into turmoil. The most urgent task is not to stabilize the situation, but to—find the real culprit."
Jade Tiger was taken aback; something about what he was saying didn't sound right.
Find the real culprit? Why even bother? That scoundrel was standing right in front of him just now… In a flash, a chill ran down his spine, and he suddenly realized…
It doesn't matter who the murderer is, as long as it's not that killer who just killed the general!
"Yes! Your Excellency is right! The most important thing right now is to thoroughly investigate the murderer!" Emerald Tiger nodded repeatedly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"But..." He frowned, his face showing difficulty, "The General's cultivation is unparalleled in Korea. Whoever can take his life is no ordinary person. This clue is probably as difficult as climbing to heaven."
Bai Yifei's lips curled slightly, his tone calm yet sharp: "What's the difficulty? Have you forgotten those people we locked deep in the dungeon back then? They had methods, resentment, and a reason to live. Besides, with the General dead, the King of Han will surely be like a frightened bird. And the most ruthless way to suppress this panic is to throw him an even more terrifying nightmare—those people are just the right choice."
"You mean... the Crimson-Eyebrowed Dragon Serpent?!" Emerald Tiger's eyes lit up. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! It was the General himself who nailed him to the rack back then! Hehe... if things go smoothly, you could not only escape, but also seize military power and rise to the top in one step!"
"We'll discuss this later," Bai Yifei said casually.
He knew perfectly well that if this matter was handled flawlessly, it would not be a source of trouble, but rather a stepping stone to success.
The position of Grand General... is within reach!
"Furthermore, according to the latest intelligence, this person has a very deep connection with Zilan Pavilion. Tiger, transfer all the brokerage firms, shops, and taverns under your name to Zilan Pavilion as an apology. Also—don't forget what he said before he left," Bai Yifei added.
Jade Tiger was taken aback, then sighed deeply and muttered, "Shops, restaurants, brokers... that's one thing, but to make me diet? It's like tearing my heart out."
Despite complaining, he had already made up his mind: he would go without food for three days upon returning home—better to lose half his life than to die on the spot.
"Yu'er, if you don't open your eyes soon, I'll have to carry you all the way back to Zilan Pavilion. There are only a few steps left to the gate, I don't mind carrying you down the street—anyway, no one will dare to stop me." As they approached the vermilion gate of the General's Mansion, Lin Tian looked down at Nongyu, who was still silent with her eyes closed, and teased her with a smile.
Nongyu suddenly opened her eyes, her ears slightly red, her voice as soft as a feather: "You didn't say... I could open my eyes."
Lin Tian laughed loudly: "Let's go home."
"Mmm," she replied softly, but steadily.
She didn't ask what had just happened, nor how Ji Wuye died—those things were as insignificant to her as dust.
Just then, a weak, trembling voice timidly rang out: "Sister... take me with you. I'm scared, I don't want to stay here."
Lin Tian and Nongyu stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.
Under the eaves of the gatehouse beside the mansion gate stood a little girl of about ten years old. Her face was covered in ash, but her eyes were clear as springs, and her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll sculpted by a craftsman. Her eyes were filled with fear, yet secretly held a glimmer of hope.
My heart softened.
Nongyu's eyes flickered, maternal instincts and pity instantly welling up within her. She quickly stepped forward, knelt down, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the dirt from the girl's cheek. Her voice was as soft as snow: "Little sister, what's your name? What are you doing here?"
"Replying to my elder sister... my name is Xiao Lin. I was captured by Lord Jade Tiger and presented to the Great General." She hunched her shoulders, her voice barely audible.
"Then...where are your parents?" Nongyu asked softly.
"When they captured me... my parents were killed by Lord Jade Tiger." Xiao Lin's eyes welled up with tears, which swirled on her eyelashes. "Now... I have no family left. I heard that the General is a bad person... Sister, can you take me away?" She looked up at her face, tears still hanging in the air, looking so pitiful that it made one's throat tighten.
Nongyu gazed at her, and in a daze, she saw herself huddled in the cold alley years ago. She turned to Lin Tian, her voice soft yet firm: "Young Master, let's take Xiaolin back to Zilan Pavilion. Sister Zinu will surely agree."
Lin Tian stared at that tender little face, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Hearing Nongyu speak, he paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
He bent down, opened his arms, and said, "Come here, Xiao Lin, let your brother hug you."
"Thank you, big brother!"
With a crisp sound, she obediently stretched out her little arms, letting him lift her up steadily.
Lin Tian turned his back, a sharp smile subtly curving his lips—just as he raised his hand to pick up the little girl, a fleeting tremor of surprise flashed across her pupils, like a startled sparrow's feather quivering. Sure enough… the soft little body in his arms was far more unfathomable than it appeared.
He held the little girl steadily with one hand, and naturally took Nongyu's slightly cool fingers with the other.
As soon as they stepped out of the vermilion gate of the General's Mansion, several figures stood below. Leading the way was Zi Nu, her dark skirt fluttering in the wind; Wei Zhuang stood with his hands behind his back, his sword aura condensed but not unleashed; Han Fei's fan was half-closed, his expression anxious; Mo Ya and Bai Feng stood to the side and behind, like two shadows, their eyes lowered and their breath held.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice lazy yet confident: "Oh, everyone's here to pick me up?"
Seeing that he was unharmed, Zi Nu's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little, but her mouth remained hard: "I'm afraid you'll die a violent death in the street and no one will pay the rent owed by the shop."
"Hmm... the silver in the accounting office is almost gone again?" Lin Tian frowned slightly, then turned to stare at Han Fei, his eyes suddenly sharp. "Those who owe debts and don't pay them back, pay up now."
"Brother Lin, please wait! Please wait!" Han Fei's forehead was beaded with sweat as he hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting. He then changed the subject, "That heart-wrenching scream in the General's mansion just now, was it you...?"