Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Near Lingshan, it was already dark. A sheep, two wolves, and a group of wild boars had passed by on the remote path, but the men in black who were lying in ambush nearby hadn't seen a carriage or even a monkey.

"Sergeant, should we just squat here and wait?" Five people were squatting under the banyan tree, and one of them asked his leader in a low voice.

The corporal glanced at the centurion in front of him, quietly shifted his numb calf, nodded, and whispered, "Maybe someone will be here soon."

"It's dark, Sergeant!" Which good family's wife would go to Lingshan Temple to burn incense in the middle of the night?

"We have to wait, maybe someone will come soon."

The sergeant was unsure, but he was just a small official and it was not up to him to decide whether to leave or not.

The centurion in front was also waiting like crazy. He had been hiding everywhere in the area like rats with more than twenty of his brothers since the whole morning, for fear of missing Qian's carriage.

They just wanted to avenge their previous humiliation and those brothers who died in the Marquis' Mansion, and let the Marquis see that they were not useless fools.

Who knew that after waiting for a long time, they had not eaten or drunk anything for the whole day, and even when it was dark, the carriage from the Marquis' Mansion did not show up.

Didn't the lady leave long ago? Is there another way to get to Lingshan?

But it was almost dark, and if they didn't receive the order to retreat, they would have to wait here. The forest was pitch black at night, and there were strange birds singing, which made it look creepy no matter how you looked at it.

The aging centurion shook his head, throwing away some bad thoughts from his mind, and his eyes became firm again. If he was not afraid of killing people, what else was there to be afraid of?

"Centurion~"

The centurion shuddered immediately when he felt a chill on his neck. It had rained several times in Kyoto in recent days and the weather was gradually getting colder. This sacred mountain was damp and cold, and after staying there for a long time, his bones were aching.

"who!"

Reaching out and touching the back of his neck, the centurion almost drew his sword and stabbed the person behind him, but he found that it was a spy who was delivering messages, and what had just dripped into his neck was dew on the leaves.

The spy, still unaware that he had nearly lost his life, said with a sorrowful face, "News came from the palace that the man's carriage has already returned."

"what?!"

The centurion ignored the messy thoughts in his head, stood up suddenly and said loudly.

The people in black around them all stood up, their eyes confused.

"We can withdraw now. Qian's carriage never came to Lingshan. Our superiors told us to go back and accept the punishment."

The spy was also helpless. It had nothing to do with them that the woman didn't come to Lingshan. She was bound to be beaten with a stick.

The centurion gritted his teeth. He didn't want to do this crappy job for even a single day!

When Yan Sui knew that Qian Qiansui had not gone to Lingshan Temple, he had already arrived at Chunxiang Tower. He did not dare to go in openly, so he asked Yuan Chengzhi to take some silver to Chunxiang Tower to redeem him.

This woman who claims to be a marquis is too weird. It is no longer safe for her to stay outside.

Yuan Chengzhi didn't think there was anything wrong. He was a frequent visitor to Chunxianglou. In addition, with his family's reputation, he didn't think he would encounter any obstacles in redeeming the person. At least everyone would give him some face.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the door, sweat broke out on his forehead from fear.

Last time, he clearly gave money to the madam and told her not to let Miss Chan'er appear in public, but he didn't expect the madam to go against her will.

The person standing on the stage and arguing with others is obviously Chan'er, whom he met last time, and the person he wants to pay to redeem this time.

Seeing Miss Chan'er's clothes about to be torn, and many old perverts around her joining in the commotion, Yuan Chengzhi quickly ran up and shouted, "Stop! Stop it!"

Fu Zichan didn't even hear Yuan Chengzhi's voice. He just swung his arm and slapped him hard. The slap was so fierce and violent that the man couldn't stand up for a long time.

Ever since he last met Yan Sui, he had been anxiously waiting every day for Yan Sui to send someone to redeem him. His time was very precious, as many of his previous arrangements were at a critical juncture.

As long as he is locked up here, many things will be delayed. After a long time, his entire plan will be shelved.

But Yan Sui didn't come. After receiving the money, the madam had a new bad idea and wanted him to go out and show himself at night.

Whether singing a little song or dancing a little, the main thing is to attract the attention of these money bags, and there is hope to increase Fu Zichan's value in the future.

Even if Yuan Chengzhi doesn't come later, there will always be someone in the Oiran Nightclub who is willing to spend a lot of money.

Fu Zichan disagreed, but there were always ways of torturing people in this building. Plus, he considered himself a man, so he just had to be perfunctory and wait for Yan Sui to come, then he could get away and never show up as Chan'er again.

A real man can bend and stretch. If women can endure this kind of grievance, he can definitely do it too.

Who knew that not only would he dance so stiffly, but even his expression would be mocked by the money-grubbing spendthrifts in the audience. Fu Zichan was so angry that he wanted to leave.

But he didn't expect to meet a scoundrel who not only spoke dirty words, but also was instigated to go on stage drunk and ask for his hand as soon as he came on stage.

The disgusting smell of alcohol almost made Fu Zichan, who loved wine, vomit.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you touch me!"

Fu Zichan had been spoiled since childhood. No matter how imprisoned he was, he was still the son of the former crown prince, and his mother was the white lotus in the heart of the late emperor. Before he came out, he was also living a life of luxury.

After being pardoned and knighted, he became even more popular, secretly developing his power and becoming ambitious. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

Seeing this, the madam hurriedly ran onto the stage, stopped Fu Zichan behind her, and asked someone to look at the drunkard who was making a move.

Yuan Chengzhi also came up with his men at this time, pulled Fu Zichan who was sorting out his clothes, and started to attack the madam:

"What's the matter? My words are no longer effective? Didn't the money I spent last time go to waste? You actually let my people come out to make fun of me. Are you tired of living?"

The customer was beaten up on one side, and then another devil showed up on the other side. The brothel owner Runniang was really regretting it.

She had never expected that she would meet such a reckless customer during her normal appearance on weekdays, and she had never expected that her act of breaking the contract privately would be caught by the sponsor.

"Mr. Yuan, please, can we discuss this matter later?"

"What's wrong with that? I'm going to redeem him today. Otherwise, if he stays with you, who knows what might happen!"

After Yuan Chengzhi finished speaking, the servant behind him walked over, stuffed a stack of banknotes into Runniang's hand, and asked her to stay there to wait for the formalities to be processed, without giving Runniang any chance to refute. He then took Fu Zichan down from the platform.

"No, Master Yuan, you can't do this..."

Runniang panicked on the spot when she got the cash cow with great difficulty.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it can be done or not. This person is the one our Marquis wants!"