Chapter 41: The Night of Blood Stains, Qing Lian Pavilion Under Attack

  I've heard enough, I'm getting up and preparing to leave.

  Suddenly, I heard someone at the next table talking. Apparently, their focus of attention was different from that of Passersby A and B, so let's call them Passersby C and D for now.

  "Have you heard? (What nonsense, have you never heard of it before?) The Green Silk Pavilion was raided last night!"

  "Who hasn't heard? Since the death of the master of Qinglian Pavilion half a month ago, those small factions in the Jianghu who can't even mention their names have formed an alliance and are boasting that they will eradicate Qinglian Pavilion to rid the Jianghu of evil!"

  "I think they just want to annex Qingying Pavilion to expand their own gang. Although Qingying Pavilion has never joined forces with the various major orthodox sects of Wulin, it has also never done anything that harms heaven and reason. When did it become a scourge of Wulin?"

  "They also underestimated the Qingying Pavilion, the Qingying Pavilion is the only organization that can rival the Lishuo Pavilion. If it were to be destroyed, wouldn't the Lishuo Pavilion be unopposed in the Jianghu? Moreover, the Qingying Pavilion and the Lishuo Pavilion are known as the two major assassination factions, how could those unknown small factions eliminate them?"

  "But those small, nameless sects also have over a hundred each, and it's said that every sect has sent out their top experts. Adding them up, there are nearly a thousand people! The Deputy Sect Leader is leading a group of people in a desperate resistance, they've already held on for one night, I don't know how much longer they can hold on."

  I was startled in my heart and thought for only a few seconds, and a plan quietly emerged. I stepped forward: "Is what the two brothers said true?"

  "That's a given! We're the famous editors of Jianghu Daily, after all!" He said excitedly, handing me his business card.

  I reluctantly accepted it, with thoughts swirling in my mind. I quickly left the main street and headed straight for the dog hole of the Prime Minister's mansion.

  ……

  As soon as I entered the house, I saw Xiaoxian standing with her hands on the door crack looking outside.

  "Hey!" I walked up and tapped her on the shoulder.

  "My goodness gracious! I've seen a ghost in broad daylight!" She jumped up as if she had received an electric shock, and her hand happened to slap my face.

  "Ah!" I let out a miserable cry and retreated several steps backward.

  Xiao Qian saw me and immediately came forward to hold me, asking: "Madam, what's wrong with you? Who beat you up like this, it's too cruel!"

  "You...!" I pointed at her, speechless. "My beautiful face! If it's ruined like this, I'll make you pay for it!"

  Xiao Qian pouted, her tone as if interrogating a guilty party: "Alright, alright, I admit it was me who hit you. Who told you to come back so late?! Fortunately, it's not too late for lunch."

  After lunch, I returned to my room and said to Xiaoxian: "Xiaoxian, I've had too much fun today, I'm feeling very sleepy. Tell Yingmoyu that when the princess arrives, I'll naturally go to his room, but tonight I won't be going." As I spoke, I stretched my waist, "I don't need dinner, I want to have a good sleep."

  "Uh, okay, who told you to be so playful?" Xiaoyan said with a somewhat helpless smile, then walked out and said: "Rest well, let's see if you're still so crazy next time!" The door closed, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

  "I'm really sleepy." I yawned, hung my clothes on the hook, slowly crawled into bed, and fell asleep gradually. Night fell quickly, Xiao Qian had come to knock on the door once, but no one responded, so she left.

  Suddenly, the person on the bed opened her crystal-like eyes, which were now subtly tinged with a murderous aura. A red glow burst forth.

  The guard on the roof was getting a bit tired, lifted up the tile and looked down, his wife's clothes were still hanging on the clothes rack, so he closed the tile and continued to gaze at the long corridor in front of the house.

  Night, quietness, but tonight is destined to be a bloody night.