I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Seeing that his wife had finally finished speaking, Murong Changqing then asked her the question that had been on his mind.

"My wife, what happened next?"

"Did any immortals appear in your dreams afterward, telling you more about the continuation of the Tao Te Ching?"

Fang Xiaoxiao was about to say no, but then she saw that a lot of people had gathered around her.

They all looked at her expectantly, waiting for Fang Xiaoxiao's next answer.

This is a bit awkward. If I say no, will everyone think I'm lying?

If I were to say there is such a thing, they would definitely insist that I complete the rest of the Tao Te Ching.

Heavens above, please have mercy on me!

Lying is really bad; once you start lying, you have to use countless lies to cover it up.

Fang Xiaoxiao was filled with regret. Just as she was thinking about what to do, a flirtatious voice came from outside the door.

"Hmph, you bunch of idiots, believing such a stupid lie, you're a disgrace to our Great Yu Dynasty."

The speaker was none other than Li Mubai, who had lost a bet with Fang Xiaoxiao last time and had to pretend to faint and be taken away from the brothel.

Li Mubai was dressed in white, with an ornate jade hairpin in his hair, giving him the appearance of a wealthy young master.

He still has countless die-hard fans, both men and women, following him around.

The die-hard fans held palm-leaf fans with the three characters "Li Mubai" written on them.

They were just like modern-day fans, extremely enthusiastic and their expressions were so exaggerated that it made people feel physically uncomfortable.

Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shudder inwardly.

Why has this living Buddha appeared again!

She least wanted to have any more conflicts with this guy.

After their last duel, Li Mubai's die-hard fans were in agony as if their parents had died, and even regarded her as their father's killer.

On several occasions, that group of people gathered at the store and caused trouble. If it weren't for Wang the richest man's help, her store would probably not have been able to operate smoothly until now.

These brainless fans are so annoying.

Li Mubai strode towards the crowd, looking quite smug.

He held a folding fan in his hand and kept fanning himself, as if he were very hot.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Madam Fang. They say a day apart feels like three autumns. Counting the years since we last parted, how many springs and autumns have passed since I last saw you, Madam Fang?"

"Tsk tsk, I happened to overhear you, my wife, talking about the immortals passing on an incomplete version of the Tao Te Ching. It really surprised me!"

"But does my wife know that the Tao Te Ching was written by my teacher, the Confucian sage?"

Written by a Confucian sage?

Fang Xiaoxiao looked quite surprised upon hearing this.

She knew that this world was different from the dynasty she knew, and that many things had corresponding versions in this world, but she had never learned about the specifics of poetry.

Murong Changqing knew that his wife had some abilities, but he also understood that she had lost her memory and had forgotten many things.

So he whispered to Fang Xiaoxiao.

“Li Mubai is right, the Tao Te Ching was indeed written by the Confucian sage.”

"According to what I understand, the Confucian sage once had a dream in which he met an immortal who spoke to him about the Tao Te Ching."

"However, the Confucian sage also said that he only remembered a part of the Tao Te Ching, not the whole thing. So in recent years, he has tried to find immortals to complete the Tao Te Ching."

Murong Changqing spoke quickly, briefly explaining the origins of the Tao Te Ching.

Fang Xiaoxiao was astonished, feeling as if she had spent two yuan to buy a lottery ticket with the intention of doing charity, only to suddenly win the first prize.

"No way, what a coincidence!"

She silently complained to herself, but her expression remained unchanged, still calm.

Seeing that his wife had no reaction, Murong Changqing had no choice but to add another sentence.

"My lady, did you really see an immortal?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the immortal whether I've actually seen him!"

"!"

Fang Xiaoxiao was too lazy to explain any further.

Now she just wanted to be alone. She felt that some things were too coincidental, and the Confucian sage that Murong Changqing had just mentioned made her feel that the other party was very strange.

Fang Xiaoxiao even had a misconception that the Confucian sage might also be a time traveler.

You know, things like this have been shown on TV before; there are even stories of people traveling to different worlds.

Realizing he was being ignored, Li Mubai spoke again.

"Madam Fang, your way of treating guests is rather inappropriate. I am, after all, a customer of your shop. You should at least offer me and my followers a place to sit down!"

"Even if you can't provide us with pastries, at least you should have some tea."

"Could it be that Madam Fang opened such a large shop just to serve those powerful and wealthy people?"

"!"

Upon hearing this, a group of about ten brainless fans appeared extremely dissatisfied and angry.

They felt insulted, just like when their idol was bullied by Fang Xiaoxiao.

"Mu Bai is right. This so-called Lingxi Pavilion is simply outrageous! Don't we poor people have the right to enter their shop?!"

"Yes, and besides, we're not beggars. We just want to find a place to sit and ask for some water."

These people's words became increasingly outrageous, starting with saying they had no right to enter the store, and finally directly saying that Fang Xiaoxiao's Lingxi Pavilion was a big store that bullied its customers and looked down on them, the poor.

Someone said, "Smash this shop!"

This led to the group of brainwashed fans preparing to smash up the store.

Seeing that this group of people might actually do that, Fang Xiaoxiao quickly shouted for help from the second floor.

"Jinyan, Wenjian, come downstairs quickly! Someone's causing trouble!"

Long Jinyan and Zhou Wenjian were having breakfast on the second floor when they heard his wife calling out. He immediately put down the fried dough sticks he was holding and rushed down the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Yan and the others rushed back from outside the shop.

When they learned that there were troublemakers, each of them became unusually serious.

Pei Yan, in particular, shielded Fang Xiaoxiao behind him, his eyes revealing a ruthless glint.

"What exactly happened?"

Pei Yan turned to question Murong Changqing beside him.

He and Murong Changqing were arguably the people he had spent the most time with. Although they concealed their identities, their aura as rulers was impossible to hide.

Therefore, the two also have a certain tacit understanding.

Murong Changqing quickly recounted the general course of events.

"So that's what happened. This Li Mubai is clearly here to cause trouble!"

"Yes, I think so."

"But you said this guy is a disciple of the Confucian sage?"

"That's what he said, but I don't know for sure. After all, it's said that the Confucian sage took in four disciples, but I don't know which four they were!"

After listening to what Murong Changqing said, Pei Yan had a general idea in his mind. It seemed that Li Mubai really had a death wish!