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The Foolish King’s Little Concubine Chapter 11 – The Nobleman

Shen An looked at the man who only spoke a few words to the person who had been about to arrest them, and the person didn’t dare to speak back and let them go unconditionally.

At this point, Shen An was even more certain that the man’s identity was not simple, and she just wanted to stay away from him to avoid causing trouble with someone she shouldn’t mess with. Earlier, Shen An noticed the expression on the man’s face when he saw Wei Jinyu, and she thought he might be an old acquaintance of Wei Jinyu, but she couldn’t be sure whether the man was an enemy or a friend of Wei Jinyu.

Shen An carefully examined the servants brought by the man and saw that they were all staring at them intently. Shen An secretly swallowed and thought to herself that when one was under someone else’s roof, one has to bow one’s head. She had no choice but to thank him: “Thank you very much for helping us out, sir.”

“It’s nothing. I just can’t stand it when people bully others. It’s a small matter, and you don’t have to be so polite, miss.” The man opened the fan in his hand and fanned himself, pretending to be elegant.

“No matter what, I am very grateful to you, sir. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, please feel free to ask, as a token of my appreciation.” Shen An’s tone was sincere, she just wanted to repay the favor as soon as possible and not have any further involvement with this person. She still didn’t know if this person was harmful to Wei Jinyu.

“Okay, then I won’t be polite, since I actually have something that I would like you to help with. I don’t know if you’re willing or not, but as long as you are, I will naturally accept your kindness.” The person waved his fan, glanced at Shen An, and then at Wei Jinyu.

“Please tell me your request, as long as it is within my abilities, I will not refuse,” Shen An replied with a stiff smile.

“Haha, how could I make things difficult for you? You can definitely do this task.” The person waved his fan again and said, “I happen to want to go to the teahouse for tea, and it’s no fun going alone. Would you and your brother accompany me for a cup of tea? It can be considered as helping me, how about that?”

The person looked at Shen An, and although he was asking, there was no room for negotiation.

“Sir, this may not be appropriate. How could drinking tea be considered helping? Isn’t that right, Jinyu?” Shen An didn’t want to stir up trouble, but she didn’t know whether or not her little scheme was already exposed. She nudged Wei Jinyu with her elbow where the person couldn’t see.

“What’s wrong, Jiejie (1)?” Wei Jinyu was puzzled and didn’t know why Shen An had bumped into him.

“Jinyu, didn’t you say you wanted to go fishing just now?” Shen An smiled and looked at Wei Jinyu with a smile and made a gesture with her eyes, which was not visible to the man.

And at this moment, Wei Jinyu was just lost in thought, feeling strange about the person in front of him. He couldn’t quite describe the feeling, neither liking nor disliking the person.

But Wei Jinyu had an instinctual aversion to being with this person, and said to him, “Thank you for your help, kind sir. Since you said earlier that it was just a small gesture, there’s no need to have tea together. I believe, as someone of your status, you must have many people who would like to have tea with you. Goodbye.”

Although Wei Jinyu’s intelligence had dropped significantly after being poisoned, his tone of voice when talking to Shen An was still instinctively influenced by his past habits.

Wei Jinyu nodded at the person and pulled Shen An away without looking back.

The person watched as they walked away, and then smirked with a mysterious expression.

“Ah, nothing’s changed even after all this time. You can’t stand anyone touching the things you like. Sigh, when will you ever be normal?” The person murmured to himself only after their figures disappeared.
“My lord, what should we do now?” The hidden guard behind the person spoke up.

“Forget it, let’s go back. It seems like we didn’t leave empty-handed this time, don’t you think?” The person looked at the speaking servant with a playful expression.

The guard just lowered their head, and the person smiled and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, by the way, follow them and find out where they live. It will come in handy later.” The person’s mouth curled up as he instructed the servant.


The guard had no objections and went to carry out the order.

Meanwhile, Shen An, walking some distance away, seemed to sense something and shivered. Her police intuition told her that someone was following them. She looked around cautiously but didn’t find anyone suspicious.

At this moment, Wei Jinyu grabbed her arm. “Jiejie, someone is following us.”

“You felt it too? Can you pinpoint their exact location? I can’t find them!” Shen An complained in frustration.

“Well, he’s less than a yard behind us. He has strong inner energy, so it’s normal that you can’t see him.” Wei Jinyu looked at Shen An’s expression and secretly laughed before comforting her.

“Not bad, so you’re stronger than him?” Shen An’s mood instantly brightened, patting Jinyu’s shoulder to show her praise.

Wei Jinyu frowned slightly at the pat, his body trembling, and then he brushed off Shen An’s hand and rubbed his shoulder.

“Anyway, do you have any way to shake off our tail?” Shen An pondered, changing the subject under Wei Jinyu’s accusatory gaze.

“Shake him off?” Wei Jinyu scratched his head, feeling unsure.

“Ah! Well, you’re just a kid. Looks like I need to show you my anti-surveillance skills. Stay close to me,” Shen An smiled slightly and helped Wei Jinyu straighten his hair, which he had messed up earlier

“Anti-surveillance skill? What’s that? Is it very powerful?” Wei Jinyu only caught on to the unfamiliar term.

“That’s not the point. The point is to follow me closely. Got it, you silly goose?” Shen An couldn’t help but feel helpless. How did she accidentally use modern slang that Wei Jinyu wouldn’t understand?

“Okay, I’ll definitely keep up! And, I’m not silly!” Wei Jinyu denied it firmly. He didn’t want Shen An to think less of him.

Shen An couldn’t help but smile wryly in her heart. She took Wei Jinyu and suddenly ran towards the crowd. The crowded group instantly engulfed them. The hidden guard realized something was wrong and hurriedly followed, looking for Shen An and Wei Jinyu’s figures in the crowd, but they were nowhere to be found.

Once the guard had gone far enough, Shen An and Wei Jinyu emerged from a large vegetable basket, looked at each other and smiled, and quickly ran in the opposite direction of the hidden guard.

The guard didn’t realize that he had been fooled until he reached a less crowded area and searched for Shen An and Wei Jinyu again. But where were they?

“Damn it!” The guard punched the stone wall with his hand, leaving deep finger marks. His martial arts skills were evident.

At this moment, Shen An and Wei Jinyu had run to another, more bustling street.

Shen An felt like they had nothing now, not even a place to stay.

Restlessly, she reached up and ran her hand through her hair. Suddenly, she felt something and took it out and realized it was a silver hairpin..

“Not bad. Every cloud has a silver lining. How could I forget about these?” Shen An breathed a sigh of relief, weighed the silver hairpin in her hand, and felt it was still in good condition. She thought it could sell for a good price.

Shen An started pulling Wei Jinyu around to look for a pawnshop. The first few they found did not offer ideal prices, so they continued their search.

After a while, they finally found the largest pawnshop in the city. Shen An believed this shop would give them a fair price, so they pulled Jin Yu inside.

“Miss, are you here to pawn something or redeem something?” A smart-looking waiter ran up to Shen An.

“Pawn something.”

“Okay, this way, please. I’ll go and fetch the boss.” The waiter led Shen An and Wei Jinyu to a table and offered them tea while they waited.

The decor of the pawn shop made Shen An feel like they were in the modern world. It was similar to modern-day shops, so she sat down and relaxed.

“The boss is sitting next to the lady over there. Whether you want to pawn or redeem, it’s better for the boss to check them out.” The waiter’s voice could be heard even before he arrived.

“Okay, I’ll go take a look,” replied a magnetic voice.

Shen An sipped her tea while observing, thinking the boss might be an old man, but she didn’t expect him to be such a young gentleman.

Shen An held the teacup with both hands and took small sips while keeping an eye on the gentleman.

“Miss, are you here to pawn something?” The young boss greeted Shen An.

“Yes.” Shen An put down her teacup, stood up, and bowed politely to the boss.

“Miss, you are so elegant and refined, with the demeanor of someone from a wealthy family. Coming here to pawn something must mean that you have some difficulties. How much are you asking for it? But it doesn’t matter, please tell us,” the boss complimented.

“Since the boss himself has said so, I will be straightforward. I believe that with your discerning eye, you can see that these things are worth more than 200 taels (2) of silver. But since I rely on my parents at home and my friends outside, why not just settle for 200 taels? We can consider it a friendly transaction, how about that?” Shen An proposed.

“Haha, you are quite the businesswoman. But as you said, let’s consider it a friendly transaction. Miss, you said 200 taels, so it’s 200 taels! Waiter, bring two silver notes,” The boss waved his hand towards the waiter.

“Great!” the waiver grinned.

“I can tell that you’re a straightforward person. If I encounter any difficulties in the future, I will definitely come to you for help.” Shen An joked with the boss.

“Judging by the way Miss speaks, it seems that something unfortunate has happened.” The boss picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then looked up at Wei Jinyu.

“Yes, my younger brother and I have fallen on hard times and are penniless, so we can only sell our belongings.” Shen An thought of her parents’ murder and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the boss expressed sympathy before turning to Wei Jinyu and jokingly saying, “But this person next to you, at first, I thought he was your beloved.”

“Boss, you’re kidding.” Shen An politely denied it when she heard the boss’s misunderstanding.

“Here you go, boss. These are 200 taels,” the waiter returned with two silver notes and handed them to the boss.

1. Jiejie is a Chinese term that refers to an older sister or a female friend who is older than oneself. It can be used as a term of endearment or respect.
2. Tael is a unit of weight traditionally used in China and other parts of East Asia, particularly for measuring precious metals like gold and silver.

After Failing the Tribulation, I Became a Sword Spirit Chapter 7 – Old Friends Reunited

Both sides of the confrontation remained motionless.

The wind and rain blowing in through the window extinguished the candle flame burning on the table, but Shuo Feng could still clearly see a purplish-black wound appear on the girl’s right shoulder. However, there was no flesh or bone visible in the wound. The purple-black mist flowed slowly along the edge of the wound like a living creature, finally mustering up the courage to escape into the outside world through the window.

As it fled, the mist accidentally knocked over the candlestick on the bedside table, plunging the once-bright room into darkness. A crack in the window revealed a thin beam of moonlight, illuminating the young man’s somber expression.

The unknown “woman” left behind thought-provoking words, her tone full of anticipation. “Shuo Feng, we will meet again. I can hardly wait for that day to come.”

However, the wound on Zhou Yue’s shoulder did not heal, but this time there was no purple-black mist surging out of it. Instead, there was a moist, clean white light.

The tension in the boy’s neck relaxed.

When Zhou Yue’s regained her vision, she sensed her hand was resting on the young man’s neck, her palm slightly rolling against his Adam’s apple. Even in the darkness, she could guess that something unpleasant had happened earlier.

She released her grip, relaxing her hand and said in a muffled tone, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. An evil spirit possessed me and must have hurt you.”

Under the moonlight, she could see the dark fingerprints on Shuo Feng’s clear skin.

Unexpectedly, the young man quietly turned his back and put away his wrist sword. He hugged the little girl who was hiding her head in the quilt. His shoulders trembled a little, perhaps out of fear of something. “Zhou Yue, you saved my life. Even if someone uses your hand to kill me, it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m just afraid… afraid that you’ll never come back again.” Shuo Feng cautiously raised his head, his eyes were red, and his clear eyes were filled with water. “Will you always stay with me?”

He was like a small animal that was insecure and always leaned on his master, snuggling into Zhou Yue’s arms.

Zhou Yue thought for a moment, touched the young man’s furry head and said lightly, “As long as I can promise, forever.”

Forever before she completely disappeared.

But Shuo Feng didn’t know.

The young man’s face suddenly brightened, revealing a big smile. “I knew it, you are my sword.”

He remembered something happy and couldn’t wait to show it off to Zhou Yue. “I’ve already learned the breathing technique and shrinking technique you taught me before. Do you want to see it?”

Shuo Feng’s eyes shone brightly, thinking to himself, “Quick, praise me for being awesome.”

In the darkness, the girl in front of him suddenly frowned with a hint of worry and asked, “Shuo Feng, did you kill someone again?”

Zhou Yue lowered her eyes and saw the boy’s right hand tucked into his sleeve. Although it was a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood, she could still hear the slight hum of the Ji Hua sword after killing someone.

Shuo Feng was momentarily stunned, but instead of feeling embarrassed or angry at being found out, he sincerely praised her, “As expected of our Zhou Yue, so smart.”

The boy’s gaze was clear and clean, and killing was no different from playing for him.

Zhou Yue sighed in her heart and slowly opened the right fist hidden in Shuo Feng’s sleeve and spread it out from the palm to the fingers. She stared at the boy’s reddened calluses and tiny cuts, solemnly saying, “Shuo Feng, don’t kill indiscriminately. The heavier the sin, the more your path of cultivation will wear you down. Once a cultivator has a mental block, his heart will be shattered, and there will be a risk of falling into demonic cultivation.”

She was afraid he would become a demon, so would she still punish him and kill him if he continued to commit evil?

Shuo Feng covered his curled eyelashes and blocked the myriad of thoughts surging in his black eyes, allowing Zhou Yue to use her healing magic to cure the wounds in his palm. Under the purification of the green spiritual power, the scars slowly healed. He suddenly said, “What if I really become a demon? What then?”

“Being a demon cultivator or a demonic beast cultivator is not good. After death, the soul has nowhere to go and cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation,” she explained.

The girl held the boy’s lowered head earnestly, looking directly at the darkness in his eyes and heart. The two red moles on her eyebrows were also vivid and bright. She said in a clear voice, “Shuo Feng, even if you were to become a demon, even if I have to go to hell, I will drag you back to the right path from the Nine Layers of Hell.”

In an instant, the ice in his heart seemed to melt away as the girl’s warm hands held his. The lake in his heart rippled with waves despite the absence of wind.

Shuo Feng laughed cleanly, his mouth curling upwards in genuine joy. “Zhou Yue, I won’t let you go to hell with me. Neither of us will go.”

He looked like a proud child as he patted the Ji Hua sword at his side and said, “I didn’t kill indiscriminately. The people I killed were all bad guys who had taken many lives. They have been sentenced to death and are waiting to be executed in the autumn.”

“I’m just carrying out justice!” The young man patted the Ji Hua sword hanging from his waist like a wandering hero, “Since you saved my life, I promise to cultivate properly and eradicate evil.”

“This is the promise we made together.”

His promise…

Shuo Feng’s demeanor reminded Zhou Yue of the night they had fought together to stop the ambush outside the city of Lanzhou.

After the storm had calmed, she leaned on the young man’s back and listened to his serious voice, “Zhou Yue, whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Whether it’s cultivation or saving you, I promise.”

He was really fulfilling his promise in his own way, but he was such a stubborn child.

Zhou Yue took the Ji Hua sword from the young man’s waist and traced the inscriptions on the sword with her fingers, sighing, “Everything has its own laws and principles. Even when fighting evil, one cannot violate the laws.”

Her fingertips lightly touched the young man’s fingertips, creating an electric sensation. A drop of Shuo Feng’s blood fell on the sword, and the golden light on the runes shone brightly.

“Boom, boom, like millions of believers whispering at the same time, dizzying.”

Shuo Feng remembered that Zhou Yue had also recited this incantation on that moonlit night. She said it was a reincarnation spell that could send vengeful spirits on their way to rebirth.

The sound of the spell gradually disappeared, and the Ji Hua sword fell silent again in the dark night.

At this moment, the hole on the girl’s shoulder had disappeared, and her weakened form had become more solid.

She said, “Shuo Feng, a contract has been formed between us. If you want me to stay, all you need is this small drop of blood.” The girl’s eyes slid over his eyebrows again with pity, “Shuo Feng, don’t let yourself get hurt all the time.”

“But I am an assassin. Assassins always have to kill. When you don’t kill, you get hurt.” Shuo Feng was still very stubborn and refused to look at Zhou Yue’s face.

She must be very disappointed in herself.

Shuo Feng laughed bitterly in his heart.

Zhou Yue almost didn’t use any force and easily turned Shuo Feng’s face towards her. The young man looked a bit dull, and she pursed her lips and said, “I won’t let you get hurt anymore. I teach you swordsmanship not only to save people but also to save yourself.”

Can an assassin’s sword be used to save people?

Shuo Feng was confused, but Zhou Yue’s words echoed in his mind again and again, gradually stirring up a storm. He felt like a small boat, drifting with the waves, gradually sinking into the deep sea.

He didn’t want to see himself so fragile, so he casually interrupted, “Why do you always recite that reincarnation spell, even on the Ji Hua?”

The reincarnation spell.

Zhou Yue’s thoughts drifted far away, to a few hundred years ago in the immortal’s world in Lianhua Mountain, where a young man was earnestly carving runes onto her newly crafted Ji Hua Sword. He said, “Zhou Yue, this is the reincarnation spell that I personally engraved. This way, when you use the sword to kill, you are also using it to save people.”

Shuo Feng saw the rare expression of emotion on the young girl’s face, and she spoke with infinite sorrow, “It was taught to me by a Buddhist monk in the immortal world, and he also carved the spell on the Ji Hua sword.” Zhou Yue smiled, “The monk said that the reincarnation spell can wash away the grievances of vengeful spirits, so they suffer less in the underworld while waiting for reincarnation.”

A Buddhist in the immortal world? It was the first time he heard her mention someone from the immortal world.

The young man felt his movements stiffen for a moment, and he pretended to pick up a wooden stick from under the window, allowing the night rain to hit his face and clear his mind. He seemed to mention this name inadvertently, “The monk? Are you two close?”

Zhou Yuessmiled and nodded, “He is my dear friend.”

The young man’s mask cracked slightly.

A dear friend, huh? She even called him a dear friend. She hasn’t even said that they are dear friends yet. What does she think of him? Oh, she did say she wanted to take him on as a disciple, but he of course refused.

Shuo Feng turned his back and hastily walked outside, his steps slightly staggered, even forgetting to take the Ji Hua sword. His tone was a bit muffled, “I have something to do, I need to go out.”

Raindrops pattered against the window frame, and the moonlight was dim. Zhou Yue picked up the candlestick from the ground and flicked her finger, causing the light to bloom with a “pu” sound. The room became warm and bright again.

Looking at the swaying flame, she couldn’t quite figure out the young man. She asked, puzzled, “It’s still dark outside, and it’s raining. What is he doing out?”

Drenched in the spring rain, Shuo Feng did indeed want to calm himself down.

The young man only stepped outside the courtyard and leaned against the brick wall at the corner of the alley. Chills rose up from the soles of his feet, extinguishing the agitation and panic in his heart.

Shuo Feng took a long breath.

The next moment, his back straightened.

He stared at the man approaching in the night rain without turning his gaze, his right hand holding a sword poised to strike.

The middle-aged man was dressed in black and wore a bronze demon mask, like the Lord of the Underworld.

He was in his forties or fifties, and his voice was hoarse as if from an old wind box when he spoke, “Xiao Jiu (1), are you going to Qiongzhou?”

The man was the Sixth son of the Luo Sha Men.

So, it was an old acquaintance. They hadn’t met outside the city of Lanzhou before, but he didn’t expect to encounter him here.

Shuo Feng raised an eyebrow, the white tip of his sword twirling in the rain, creating a bright flash of light as it hit the water. In the blink of an eye, he leapt onto the roof of the alley, sword pointed directly at the man’s eyes visible through the mask.

With every move ruthless and desperate, he attempted to strike a fatal blow.

The Sixth was also skilled and didn’t fall behind. He immediately drew two swords from his waist and engaged in a close fight with the young man.

Despite the fight, the man continued speaking calmly, “Xiao Jiu, if you go to Qiongzhou, you won’t be able to turn back.”

Having said this, the man unexpectedly stopped fighting.

Shuo Feng was momentarily surprised, but also stopped his attacks and leaned against the wall, taunting, “Sixth Uncle, what? Are you trying to persuade me to turn back?”

Upon hearing the familiar address of “Sixth Uncle,” the man sheathed his swords, the sound of the blades clanging together. He stroked the cloth-wrapped hilt of his sword and spoke heavily, “The Purple Garment Brigade is coming. Whether you go or stay is up to you.”

The sound of footsteps disappeared into the night rain as the man’s figure vanished from sight.

Was it someone else’s intention to give this warning, or was it the Sixth’s intention?

As he thought, he heard the faint sound of rhythmic hoofbeats in the wind. The small courtyard where he stood was not in the center of Xiaochun City, but he could still see a column of the Purple Garment Brigade riding black horses and searching every house on the narrow streets.

The young man crept along the wall, lightly leaping onto the roof. Despite being in the hazy night rain, his senses were particularly acute due to his recent entry into the Qi-training period. Shuo Feng could clearly see that the Purple Garment Brigade had stopped to search each house along the narrow streets of Xiaochun City, riding black horses.

Hundreds of miles away in the Yudu Capital, many Purple Guards were entering and exiting a mansion. Their robes were noticeably more sophisticated and luxurious, as they held official positions as Baihu (2) and Qianhu (3). The mansion occupied almost half of the main street of Jiyu Avenue, in Yudu, and had once been a private residence of a prince in the previous dynasty. However, it had been bestowed by the current emperor to the Purple Garment Brigade commander as his residence.

Despite the late hour, the commander’s mansion was still brightly lit with many lanterns, as if it were daytime. Servants and attendants scurried about nervously in the night, passing through long corridors and halls, until they reached the innermost courtyard where everyone waited anxiously outside.

The former commander, Lu Ze, fell ill while trying to save the emperor and was resting at home under the emperor’s decree. His son, Lu Qingchuan, succeeded him as commander and surpassed his father’s achievements, earning even more favor from the emperor.

At night, after handling official business and returning home, the commander went to visit his ailing father, displaying a scene of filial piety rarely seen in the present day. The servants all sighed in their hearts, and no one dared to disturb them by entering the room.

Although it was already May and summer were approaching, the bedroom was still heated by a warm stove.

In the bedroom, a young man sat by the bed of the old man with a large knife and was using a delicate gemstone knife to peel an apple. He was very focused, not even blinking his eyes, and the apple skin fell off in complete circles like snowflakes.

The young man was Lu Qingchuan, the successor to the commander of the Purple Garment Brigade and the only son of Lu Ze.

The peeled apple was not for the old man who was seriously ill.

Lu Qingchuan took a bite of the crisp fruit and slowly chewed the taste, revealing his shiny white teeth.

The sound of the old man’s heavy coughing rang out.

The young man’s expression was full of concern as he lifted the blue canopy on the bed, picked up the phlegm bowl (4) from the ground, and helped the old man sit up in bed.

Lying against the soft pillow, Lu Ze stared at his son, who had been away from home for a long time and spat out a phlegm with blood streaks into the bowl.

The warm stove had steamed up a warm atmosphere, and the flickering candlelight and the young man’s tall figure were reflected on the cool golden bricks.

Lu Qingchuan was very handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were always sharp and gloomy. His pupils were deep and he was now looking quietly at the old man.

In a perplexed and doubtful tone, he asked, “Father, why haven’t you died yet?”

Lu Ze looked up at his son, who looked so much like him, and instead of getting angry at the outrageous question, he smiled and explained, “I’m waiting for an old friend.”

(To say that it was an old friend was not entirely accurate; as the text reads that it should have been the child of an old friend)

The old man was seriously ill and rarely had any clear moments. His eyes were dim, but he still found the sword rack with precision.

He gazed at the sword, took a deep breath, and refused to die with his body in tatters. Lu Ze slowly said, “Wait for him to come and kill me.”

Using the sword that had killed the child’s countless loved ones, he would let the child kill him.

Author’s Note:

In this chapter, we have the kind and filial son, Lu Qingchuan, in a heartwarming scene with his sick father

[Little Theater]

Zhou Yue (happy): My relationship with the monk is really good.

Shuo Feng (grinding his teeth): Is there a good relationship between us?


  1. Xiao Jiu literally means “little nine” and is a term of endearment for Shuo Feng as he is the ninth son of the Luo Sha Men Sect.
  2. Baihu, which literally means “commander of 100 soldiers” in Chinese, is a military rank that was historically used in China. In ancient times, the baihu was a subordinate officer responsible for commanding a unit of 100 soldiers within a larger army. In later periods, the term baihu was used as an honorary title for high-ranking military officers.
  3. Qianhu is a Chinese term that refers to a leader or commander of 1,000 soldiers. It is a military rank used in ancient China.
  4. A phlegm bowl is a bowl or container used for collecting and disposing of phlegm, typically used by individuals who are suffering from respiratory illnesses or conditions. It is also sometimes called a sputum bowl or spittoon.

The Foolish King’s Little Concubine Chapter 10 – Trouble Comes Knocking

Continuing to exaggerate, Shen An said, “So, my sibling and I couldn’t stand these people using Liu Daren’s (1) name to deceive others, and we taught them a lesson. It just happened to clear Liu Daren’s name. Otherwise, in the future, all the troubles they cause will be blamed on Liu Daren. Am I right, Daren?”

The deputy general was now in a difficult situation, as neither saying yes nor no seemed appropriate. If he admitted her words, then his brothers who were beaten up would have suffered for no reason. But if he didn’t admit it, he would be considered sneaky like those people.

He looked at Shen An, who was smiling innocently at him, and thought to himself that this girl was quite clever. She could easily put him in a dilemma with just a few words.

He had an idea and smiled, saying, “You are quite eloquent, little girl.”

Shen An was modest and said, “It’s all the truth. Daren, you flatter me.”

“You’re right. I can’t let these people ruin my reputation,” the deputy general said.

The beggar who had been beaten on the ground was shocked and tried to speak up,”Daren, you…” but the deputy general raised his hand to stop him and continued, “But you should know, young lady, that this is the capital, the Emperor’s city. Even if you are helping me, I am a member of the court and cannot show favoritism or corruption. Your group’s actions have constituted provocation and disturbance of the peace, and I can only take you with me. As for them, I will not tolerate them either.”

Shen An realized she had underestimated this burly general, but she also realized that people in the capital were more cunning than those in her small town.

This man was determined to stand up for those beggars.

“I see. May I ask, sir, how will you deal with those scoundrels who used your name to deceive others?” Shen An asked cautiously, trying not to offend the deputy general.

“That’s not something you need to worry about, young lady,” he said, his tone becoming stern. He then turned to the soldiers behind him and ordered, “Arrest them!”

“Jinyu, run!” Shen An shouted, grabbing Wei Jinyu and running away as fast as she could.


As they fled, they crashed into someone, but they didn’t stop to look back. They were about to continue running when they were stopped by a well-dressed man who appeared to be middle-aged, but looked exceptionally sharp and focused as he looked at them.

Shen An noticed that the man’s gaze swept across her face before settling on Wei Jinyu. His eyes flickered briefly as if something had passed between them, swift as a shooting star, but expertly hidden.

“Young man, you look very familiar,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

Shen An’s eyebrows twitched, realizing that this person was not simple, and perhaps he recognized Wei Jinyu and knew his identity.

“I’m sorry, sir, but my brother and I don’t know you. Please let us pass,” Shen An said, feeling a sense of danger and wanting to get Wei Jinyu away from this place quickly.

“Brother and sister?” The man seemed a bit confused and shifted his gaze to Shen An, studying her carefully, his eyes gradually becoming deeper. “From your accent, it seems that you’re not from the capital. May I ask where you’re from?”

“Sir, we don’t know each other, and you seem to be asking too many questions,” Shen An said, suddenly feeling hostile towards this person and speaking with a tone of caution.

The man naturally sensed Shen An’s hostility but wasn’t angry, then turned to Wei Jinyu and asked softly, “I feel that we have some fate between us, young sir. What do you think?”

Wei Jinyu looked up at him dazedly and then turned to Shen An, whispering, “Jiejie (2), this person is so strange.”

The man heard this clearly and his gaze flickered before he forced a smile and said, “Perhaps I really mistook you for someone else. Please forgive me.”

Taking advantage of this moment, the deputy general and his troops caught up to them. When he saw the man in the silk robe, his face turned pale, he hastily said, “Wang…”

“Deputy general Liu, I wonder what they’ve done wrong?” the man interrupted, his tone becoming heavy.

“They were causing trouble and injured someone. I was about to send someone to arrest them,” the deputy general replied.

Shen An became more convinced that this man was not ordinary. Lieutenant Liu was so respectful to him, even referring to himself as mo jiang (3), which was a humble way of addressing oneself as a low-ranking officer in ancient times. This man must hold a high position.

This was not good. Their peaceful days seemed to be coming to an end.

She glanced at the man and saw that his gaze was sharp, his voice low, but with an irresistible domineering tone. “I will vouch for these two. They are under my protection,” he said.

The deputy general’s face turned pale, but he could only respond reluctantly and leave.

1. Daren is a Chinese term that can be translated to “mighty person” or “great man/woman”. It is often used as a title of respect or honor towards someone who is considered powerful, successful, or influential. In modern times, it is sometimes used as a playful or sarcastic term towards someone who is acting arrogantly or overconfident.

2. Jiejie is a Chinese term of address used to refer to an older sister or a young woman who is like an older sister figure.

3. Mo jiang is a humble way of referring to oneself in the third person, used by officials or soldiers in ancient China to show respect to their superiors. It can be translated to “this humble officer” or “this humble soldier” in English.