The Young Swordsman of Dalu

Led by servants from the Minister's residence, Wen Fei and his entourage passed through several courtyards and arrived at the very back of the residence.

This courtyard looks like it hasn't been lived in for a long time. It's obvious that Zhao Meng moved here temporarily. One second he was singing and dancing in his own courtyard, and the next second he ran to this dilapidated courtyard to act crazy.

Wenfei knew, of course, that it was all for his benefit, and he had to play along and finish the charade.

Wen Fei entered the courtyard, stood in the middle, and shouted, "Brother Zhao Meng, where are you? I miss you terribly!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a person landed beside Wenfei with a "whoosh." Wenfei was startled and stared wide-eyed at the person standing in front of him, who was disheveled, covered in grease, and reeking of a foul odor.

"Brother Zhao Meng, how did you become like this? It's even worse than I imagined. You've really suffered. It's all my fault," Wen Fei said, feigning concern.

"You're a ghost! You're a vengeful ghost! Someone come quick! I'm scared! Someone come quick!" Zhao Meng shouted as he thrashed about with his hands, preventing anyone from getting close.

Changsheng and the servants from the Prince's mansion immediately shielded Wenfei behind them, fearing that Zhao Meng might hurt the Fourth Young Master.

“Brother Zhao Meng, I’ve come here today mainly to treat your illness. You and I both have problems with our heads. Let me rest for a bit, and then I’ll give you acupuncture.” Wen Fei said loudly to Zhao Meng.

As soon as Wen Fei finished speaking, Zhao Meng panicked. He jumped up and down, waving his fists wildly. Wen Fei could see his fierce eyes through the gap in his hair.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this act. I'll expose your ugly face right away," Wen Fei thought to himself.

"You're ruthless, kid. Let's see how you administer the acupuncture to me." Zhao Meng's heart was pounding.

Changsheng found a makeshift stool among a pile of broken furniture, wiped it clean, and let Wenfei sit down to rest.

Wen Fei observed Zhao Meng's every move, and Zhao Meng felt flustered when he saw Wen Fei's gaze fixed on him.

"That bastard, what a damn bad luck, he's like a ghost that won't leave you alone. I should have just died in the first place." Zhao Meng cursed Wen Fei mercilessly in his heart.

A moment later, Wen Fei suddenly stood up from the stool, startling Zhao Meng. Wen Fei strode up to Zhao Meng and quickly took out a silver needle from his sleeve, stabbing it into Zhao Meng's head.

"Dad! Help me! This brat is going to stab me to death!" Zhao Meng cried out in pain. He knew Wen Fei's methods, so he cried out desperately.

"Brother Zhao Meng, please don't move around when I insert the needle. If my hand isn't careful, it might miss the mark," Wen Fei warned.

Zhao Meng immediately quieted down and said fiercely to Wen Fei, "Kid, if anything happens to me today, your life is in danger."

"What? Another injection?" Wen Fei said loudly, pretending not to understand.

"Dad! Someone come quick! Help! I'm not stupid, please stop stabbing me, it hurts too much!" Zhao Meng screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"What did Brother Zhao Meng say? I can't hear you. Quickly administer this acupuncture needle," Wen Fei said deliberately.

"I'm not stupid or crazy, I just don't want needles!" Zhao Meng shouted.

"Son! What nonsense are you spouting again? Quickly, someone, please get the doctor to examine the eldest son again." Minister Zhao hurriedly ran into the courtyard.

"Did everyone present, Your Excellency, hear this clearly? Young Master Zhao himself said that he is neither stupid nor crazy," Wen Fei said loudly.

Upon seeing the needles in his son's head, Minister Zhao flew into a rage: "Fourth Young Master, you are not a doctor. How could you just stick needles into his head like that? This is a vital area. What if something bad happens to him?"

"Your Excellency is overthinking this. I only lightly slipped it into Young Master Zhao's hair. I just didn't expect Young Master Zhao to be so timid that he confessed on his own," Wen Fei said sarcastically.

"Wenfei, you've been picking a fight with me all this time, and I'm not going to let you off the hook today," Zhao Meng said viciously.

"What do you want? Do you want to kill me to silence me? I don't think your Ministry of Rites has the guts to kill a prince's son," Wen Fei said.

"Once you've entered the Zhao family's gate, you won't get out so easily. Why don't you try?" Zhao Meng shouted.

"Alright! I've long heard of Young Master Zhao's methods. Today, I'd like to see how Young Master Zhao will treat me, his guest. Are you going to throw me off the roof?" Wen Fei said calmly.

"Meng'er! Absolutely not!" Minister Zhao still had some concerns. He wasn't afraid of offending Wen Fei, but he was afraid of offending Prince Wen.

"Father, don't worry. It's normal for murders to happen every day in this big mansion. I'll make him disappear without a trace later," Zhao Meng said arrogantly.

"Fourth Young Master, as long as you leave this Minister's residence and don't spout nonsense, I guarantee your safety," Minister Zhao threatened.

"Your Zhao family holds high positions, enjoys the court's salary, and basks in His Majesty's imperial favor. Yet you treat human lives as a game, killing people at will. I am a young master of the Prince's Mansion, and you dare to touch me? Ordinary people are not even worth as much as ants in your eyes. Today, I, this young master, will fight you to the end," Wen Fei said angrily.

"Enough with the nonsense! Men, tie up all the people from their palace and let me decide what to do with them," Zhao Meng ordered.

Upon hearing the order, the thugs from the Zhao family rushed forward, while Changsheng and the servants from the Wang family protected Wenfei.

"I'd like to see anyone who dares to touch our Fourth Young Master. My lord will surely have His Majesty annihilate your Southern Gate!" Changsheng shouted loudly.

The Zhao family thugs didn't care about anything else; they just went forward and tied people up.

Just as Wen Fei and his group were about to be tied up, suddenly, a white figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the thugs.

"I'd like to see what else the Minister's Mansion has up its sleeves," Wenjie said dismissively, arms crossed.

"Ah! Second Young Master!" Zhao's father and son exclaimed in unison.

"Hurry up and tie him up too!" Zhao Meng shouted.

"You rascal, you absolutely mustn't! Second Young Master, this is all a misunderstanding," Minister Zhao said anxiously.

"You're about to kill someone to silence them, and you still call it a misunderstanding?" Wenjie retorted.

"Father, stop wasting your breath on them. Today, your son is going to break his vow of celibacy," Zhao Meng shouted.

"Young Master Zhao is so impulsive, his brain really isn't working properly," Wen Fei thought to himself.

"Second Young Master, I presume Prince Wen has arrived outside the mansion as well?" Minister Zhao said guiltily.

"Your Excellency is indeed remarkable. You guessed right, my father will arrive in a moment," Wenjie said with a smile.

"Father's here!" Wenfei exclaimed, losing his composure.

“If Dad doesn’t come, how can he get revenge for you?” Wenjie whispered in Wenfei’s ear.

Upon hearing that Prince Wen was coming, Zhao Meng's previous imposing manner vanished, and he collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.