"Qin… Qin Lang." On the sandalwood couch, under the wide silk quilt, the two embraced, enjoying the tenderness after their lovemaking.
"Is he Qin Lang, or his lover?" Qin Luo teased, causing Lin Shuying's pretty face to blush again.
The outside world was brightly lit. If it weren't for the beautiful woman beside him, Qin Luo would never have imagined lying in bed in broad daylight.
"Where did you learn those words from…" Lin Shuying moved her head slightly, pressing it tightly against Qin Luo's chest, feeling his hot heartbeat. She felt incredibly happy at that moment.
"I learned it from Da Niu." Qin Luo's fingers roamed over Lin Shuying's smooth, jade-like back as he said, "When he did that with my mother, he used much more vulgar language."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shuying suddenly felt a surge of spring in her heart and said, "Aren't you angry when your junior brother calls you 'mother' like that?"
Qin Luo frowned and said slowly, "At first I was a little angry, but later, I don't know if it was because of the Azure Dragon Technique, I actually felt a little excited."
"Did you know?" Lin Shuying said softly, "When I was handling cases before, I heard about people who enjoyed having other men sexually assault their wives…"
"The Siming Pavilion has given these kinds of people a name: wife-cuckolds," Lin Shuying continued.
"Oh?" Qin Luo seemed very interested and said, "So, does that mean I'm also a cuckold?"
Lin Shuying did not answer, but said, "Whether you are an immortal or a mortal, no matter who you are, I only ask that you leave a place for me in your heart."
"Don't worry, I will never let you down," Qin Luo said slowly.
"Oh, right." Lin Shuying suddenly turned her head and said, "Tell me about that lady."
Knowing that Qin Luo was already engaged and had now "stole someone else's love," Lin Shuying naturally became more curious about the woman named Xiao Qing.
"Her…" Qin Luo sighed deeply, as if lost in memories.
"I was born during a once-in-a-millennium evil event. My parents fought side by side against the enemy, so we've been inseparable since I can remember…"
"From a young age, I couldn't sense the flow of true qi, and became what people called a useless person who couldn't cultivate qi, but she didn't care at all, saying that she believed I would one day make a name for myself…"
"She's a year older than me. When she was three, my father, Qin Zheng, and her father, Xiao Tian, died on Wutong Mountain. After that, she stayed at Baiyun Palace for six years. When she was ten, she returned to Guiyi Sect and took on the responsibility of sect leader…"
"My mother obtained the Azure Dragon Manual for me, and I spent three months breaking through four realms in succession. This time, on my journey into the mortal world, I have set my sights on the Unity Sect. I want to tell her in person that she did not misjudge me…"
Qin Luo's voice grew softer and softer. Having not slept all night, he had completely relaxed in this incredibly warm and cozy environment and slowly drifted off to sleep.
…
When Qin Luo woke up, he felt refreshed. He turned around and found that the silk quilt beside him was empty. Qin Luo frowned and sat up slightly, and saw Lin Shuying who had finished dressing by the window.
"You're awake?" Lin Shuying was still wearing the Siming Pavilion uniform, and her brows, flushed with desire, were even more alluring.
Nodding, Qin Luo got out of bed, and the world-renowned female constable gracefully came over and helped him put on his clothes.
Looking at the light outside the window, Qin Luo realized that it was around 3 PM, and he had actually slept for two hours.
"When does my husband plan to go to the capital?" Lin Shuying asked with some concern.
"The sooner the better." Qin Luo opened the window, looked at the elegant scenery in the courtyard, and breathed a sigh of relief.
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"I'll have someone prepare the horses; we'll set off tomorrow." Lin Shuying turned and left.
"I'm going back to the inn."
The two split up. Qin Luo, walking along the road, weaved through the bustling crowd, planning his next move.
A faint gaze made him look up instantly. He recognized the gaze. Qin Luo didn't turn around, but slowly spread his divine sense and discovered that the three burly men from the Kangping Lake tea stall that day were looking at him from a distance at the street corner.
Without showing any unusual behavior, Qin Luo vanished into a small alley around the corner in a flash.
Suyang City is known as having nine main streets and eighteen alleys, with countless side streets. The three followed closely behind, watching Qin Luo's figure twist and turn before disappearing from their sight.
"Have you gone back to the inn?" one of them asked, looking at the empty alley.
"Not yet." Qin Luo's voice suddenly rang out, and the three of them turned around instantly.
With his right hand resting on the withered branch at his waist, Qin Luo's eyes were icy cold.
A murderous aura permeated the narrow alley. The three retreated one after another, only to find that there was a dead end behind them.
"Who sent you?"
Seeing that the three had nowhere to retreat, Qin Luo stopped and asked.
To Qin Luo's surprise, after exchanging bewildered glances, the three of them knelt down on the ground in unison, bowing their heads and saying, "Young Master, please forgive us!"
Slightly taken aback, this was the first time Qin Luo had ever heard someone address him like that.
However, since the three of them were all around the second or third tier, Qin Luo wasn't worried about any tricks they might pull.
"Young Master? Which Young Master?" Qin Luo asked again.
The burly man in the middle raised his head slightly, revealing himself to be Zhao Qingshi, who had been in the woods outside Suyang City that day.
"Reporting to Young Master, the three of us received a secret order from the Palace Master to come and protect you in secret. However, we did not expect to discover that you had already broken through to the fourth level as soon as we entered the city…"
Zhao Qingshi explained, feeling quite aggrieved. Nangong Muyun had clearly stated in the secret order that it was for the third rank, which was why he sent three people.
After reaching the fourth level, Qin Luo's divine sense became even clearer, and the three people's covert surveillance naturally could not escape his perception.
"My name is Zhao Qingshi. These two are the brothers Wang Fang and Wang Xiang. This is a secret order. Please take a look, young master." Zhao Qingshi bowed his head and handed over a letter.
Qin Luo frowned as he took the letter from Zhao Qingshi and found that its contents were very simple.
"Young Master enters the world, in October, in Suyang City, at the third rank, requiring secret protection." Qin Luo read the message aloud.
His gaze swept across the lower right corner of the letter, and he suddenly noticed a familiar auspicious cloud pattern. Although it was a unique symbol of the White Cloud Palace, it had never been circulated outside. Coupled with the extremely familiar handwriting, Qin Luo finally felt relieved.
"Get up, who are you…?" Qin Luo asked, but what he was thinking was how his mother, who had been on the mountain all these years, would know these cultivators. The source of this chapter is g.com.
"The Palace Master only said to protect her secretly, so we can't say anything else."
Zhao Qingshi said somewhat nervously. He only knew that it was fortunate that he had left this secret order back then, otherwise it would have been really unlucky if he had died at the hands of his young master.
"Heh, quite principled." Qin Luo subtly nudged the hilt of the withered branch with his thumb, a soft sound rang out, and the three fell silent.
"Really not going to talk?" Qin Luo slowly approached, and the three of them didn't dare to breathe. They looked at the faint, cold light emanating from the withered branches, but remained silent.
"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you. But I don't need your protection right now, so go back." Qin Luo waved his hand. The three of them were far too weak, so they shouldn't be acting under the orders of the person behind the scenes.
"To be honest, young master, we did receive another secret order last night, but we didn't bring it with us."
Zhao Qingshi wiped his sweat and said slowly, "The Palace Master instructed us to escort you safely to the capital, after which someone will take over your duties."
Upon hearing this, Qin Luo frowned again, wondering how his mother knew that he had suddenly changed his mind and was going to the capital, when the next stop on the route she had arranged for him was clearly Jeju.
Judging from Zhao Qingshi's words, there was actually someone to take over after entering the capital. Qin Luo stroked his chin and suddenly felt that his mother was not as indifferent to worldly affairs as she usually was.
"Then you can continue to 'protect' him secretly, but you'd better take care of your own lives first." Qin Luo handed the secret order back to Zhao Qingshi and patted him on the shoulder.
Since he was acting on his mother's orders, Qin Luo naturally didn't want to make things difficult for the three of them.
"Yes, sir!" Zhao Qingshi and the other two bowed in unison.
Watching the three figures disappear around the corner, Qin Luo couldn't help but gaze in the direction of Xiuwen Mountain and mutter to himself, "Mother, how many more things are you hiding from me…"
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October 17th, Suyang City, prison.
Passing through the dark and damp corridor, a soldier clad in silver armor slowly approached Bai Feizhang's cell.
After a series of key clicks, the cell door slowly opened. The musty, acrid smell filled the air, causing the soldier to frown. By the dim light from the small square window high above, he noticed that Bai Feizhang's eyes were lifeless and his breath was weak.
No wonder Lord Lin ordered that no torture be used; judging from his condition, he probably has difficulty even walking, the soldiers thought to themselves.
The soldiers helped Bai Feizhang up and led him to the exit, where two constables were holding wooden buckets full of water, ready to pour it over him.
"No!" a soldier shouted, stopping him. "This thing can't take any more abuse."
At the street corner was a rather simple horse-drawn carriage, with only a brown horse in front and a wooden cage with wheels pulling behind.
Bai Feizhang was tossed inside casually, and the soldiers shouted to the two approaching figures, "Lord Lin! Lord Qin! You are ready to depart at any time!"
The shout finally brought Bai Feizhang back to his senses. As Qin Luo's figure drew closer, he didn't know where the strength came from, but he grabbed the wooden cage bars with both hands and pleaded, "Lord Qin, Lord Qin, save me!"
Qin Luo slowly stepped forward, and said in a low voice with some bitterness and resentment, "Don't worry."
After glancing at the dashing Lin Shuying, Qin Luo continued, "I won't let you die."
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Bai Feizhang kowtowed repeatedly through the bars of the wooden cell.
"Thank you, Lord Qin! Thank you, Lord Qin!"