Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

In the Garden of Ten Thousand Flowers in the inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion in Sword Tower City, the air is filled with the scent of spring.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, the birds sing sweetly, and all the flowers are in full bloom, vying for attention. It's the perfect time to go out and enjoy the scenery.

In the sea of ​​flowers, domesticated exotic animals roam leisurely, providing a place for people to observe and relax. Among the flowers, there is a crescent-shaped spring, artificially excavated. As its name suggests, the water is calm and seemingly simple, but in fact, it is unfathomably deep and home to a variety of aquatic creatures, forming a unique underwater world.

Sword Tower invested a huge sum of money in building Crescent Lake, initially to satisfy the First Lady's interest in fishing. First came the Heavenly Water Pool, then Crescent Lake. The First Lady loved to admire flowers and keep pets, hence this lush sea of ​​flowers and the rare birds and animals that inhabit it.

The First Lady sat by Crescent Lake, fishing rod dangling gently, under a parasol, surrounded by the aroma of tea, with a book in her hand.

A gentle breeze blows, the flower branches sway, and the spring water ripples.

She peacefully enjoyed tea, scenery, fishing, and reading, fully embracing the tranquility of spring.

Qiu Chengde stood ten paces behind him, bowed, and said, "Madam, Fourth Prince has arrived."

"Fourth Prince, come here." The First Lady didn't even turn her head. She raised her slender hand and casually hooked it. With her other hand, she quietly folded a corner of the erotic book and closed it, then casually stuffed it into the gap between her buttocks and the chair.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng stepped to the First Lady's side, respectfully lifted his robe, and kowtowed, saying, "Your son greets Mother."

The First Lady stretched lazily on the chaise lounge, glanced at the scene expressionlessly, and then suddenly smiled: "Get up."

"Yes, Mother." Zhou Qingfeng stood up, holding his belly with both hands, obediently.

The First Lady looked Zhou Qingfeng over carefully for a moment and said, "You've lost weight and gotten darker. You must have suffered a lot on this trip."

Zhou Qingfeng clasped his hands in response: "Thanks to Mother, I have escaped danger on this trip. However, I was tricked and had to travel in secret for this training. Few people knew my whereabouts, but I was ambushed by villains as soon as I left the Sword Tower. I fear that someone may have leaked my whereabouts."

The First Lady remained calm and collected, feigning ignorance as she asked, "Really? Who leaked it?"

Zhou Qingfeng said, "I don't know."

The First Lady said calmly, "Chengde, check."

Qiu Chengde bowed and replied righteously, "Madam, this old servant has secretly investigated and found out that a wicked man named Ren Xin has infiltrated the inner courtyard of the mansion. He happened to discover the whereabouts of the Fourth Prince and then spread the news. This old servant has now locked this person in a secret cell and can question him at any time."

The First Lady feigned anger: "Chengde, I appointed you to take charge of the Secret Service, what have you been doing? Ren Xin, that devil, has already infiltrated the inner court and discovered the Fourth Prince's whereabouts. Will he be able to take my head quietly next time?"

Qiu Chengde quickly apologized, saying, "Madam, please calm your anger. This old servant was negligent and deserves to die."

The First Lady turned around, pointed at Qiu Chengde, and said, "Just tell me, can you still manage this? Can you still manage this?"

Qiu Chengde: "I can manage it."

First Lady: "Can't you manage this?"

Qiu Chengde: "We can manage it well."

First Lady: "Okay, this will be the only time, and there will be no next time."

Zhou Qingfeng watched his mother and master putting on a show, their back-and-forth banter leaving him numb.

You keep acting, keep acting. How can the people of the Renxin faction infiltrate the inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion?

Good heavens, Master, I can't believe you even if you say that!

Forget the inner courtyard, are all those imperial guards at the main gate of the city lord's mansion just for show?

They're throwing all the blame at Renxin faction. Are they professional scapegoats?

The First Lady turned to Zhou Qingfeng, her face full of doubt, and asked, "Fourth Master, is there a problem?"

"No, no problem..." Zhou Qingfeng opened his mouth, but he had no choice but to cooperate since the act had gone this far. After holding back for a long time, he could only lie through his teeth: "Ren Xin is indeed evil by nature, and he never forgets to stir up trouble. Mother, please be careful."

The First Lady nodded slightly, took a sip of her tea, and the matter was thus glossed over.

Despite being such a shrewd little fox, Zhou Qingfeng managed to gain absolutely no advantage.

The First Lady didn't want to hurt the relationship between mother and son, and Qiu Chengde didn't want to hurt the relationship between teacher and student. So they could only pick an unlucky person and put the blame on the Renxin faction. Anyway, the Renxin faction was already in debt and didn't care about having too many problems. They wouldn't deny it even if they knew, and no one would believe them even if they did.

After much deliberation, Zhou Qingfeng was still unwilling to give up, so he clasped his hands and said, "Mother, the people who participated in the ambush of me this time were mainly led by a Daoist, and this Daoist has someone behind him. The mastermind behind this may be someone from our Sword Tower, and about Third Sister..."

The First Lady set her teacup aside, stood up, patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, and smiled slightly: "Alright, you should go back and rest for a few days. There's plenty of time in the future; we can talk about other things later."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to clasp his hands in a fist and reply, "Yes, Mother, I will take my leave."

After saying this, Zhou Qingfeng slowly took a few steps back, turned around and left.

The First Lady, with her hands behind her back, glanced sideways at Qiu Chengde, then returned to her recliner, took out a small erotic book from the gap between her buttocks and the recliner, casually unfolded it, and looked down at it. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said with a hint of regret, "I didn't catch a big fish this time."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chengde bowed his head and remained silent.

The lady loves fishing the most. Si Lang secretly went out and deliberately spread the news, just to increase Si Lang's strength and, incidentally, catch another batch of fish to clean up the hidden dangers inside the Sword Tower.

Unfortunately, not many fish took the bait. It was unclear whether the last time the baiting was too thorough and the fish were wiped out too quickly, or whether the remaining fish had learned their lesson. This time, very few dared to attack Shiro. Only one fish, oblivious to its own mortality, took the risk.

Although this fish was indeed quite clever, knowing to hide behind the scenes and direct the pawns, and then send the pawns to find his younger brother Qiu Chenghu, taking advantage of his own grudges and entanglements with Qiu Chenghu to take advantage of the situation and kill someone with a borrowed knife, playing the conspiracy tricks quite skillfully, all of this was nothing more than a self-deceiving little trick.

Little did they know that everything was under the surveillance of the Plum Blossom Spy. Although the lady said that she would train to the point of death if she couldn't die, and her words were more ruthless than anyone else's, her actions were very honest. She sent out the Plum Blossom Spy to protect him along the way, ensuring that Si Lang's life would not be killed without interfering with his training journey.

If Wen Daoren continues to play this cat-and-mouse game with Si Lang, helping Si Lang gain more experience and knowledge in the martial world, he might be able to live a little longer. But since this guy tries to run away as soon as he sees no hope, that won't do.

As soon as Wen Daoren returned to the Sword Tower territory, before he could even figure out what was going on, he was secretly arrested and imprisoned in a secret dungeon.

Before any severe torture had even begun, Wen Daoren decisively betrayed the mastermind, demonstrating remarkable pragmatism by giving the interrogators no room to maneuver. However, he still couldn't escape a severe trial, as his confession was too readily accepted and therefore lacked credibility.