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Upon hearing this surname, Lu Hua pondered to himself, and couldn't help but scrutinize the group's backs.

This surname is quite rare in Anchong, and the demeanor of those men was not that of ordinary merchants' children.

Even though he had many guesses in his mind, he did not intend to go forward and remind him.

After all, even if he gave a warning, the eldest son of the prefect's family wouldn't listen, and besides, he didn't know the background of these people.

Zheng Zhian and his entourage followed Lai Zhiwei to the prefectural government. The gate looked normal enough, but once inside, it was a completely different world. The carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and towers were all made by skilled craftsmen.

They really are rich.

"How about it? Our Lai family is doing quite well, isn't it?" Lai Zhiwei's pride was evident.

Zheng Zhian gave a perfunctory smile and nodded, listening to him talk to himself like a peacock spreading its tail, recounting how prestigious the Lai family was in Changfeng.

Judging from this journey, even if the Lai family doesn't have absolute power, they're probably not far off.

Upon receiving the response, Lai Zhiwei became very interested, even sending the butler behind him far away. He enthusiastically led the group on a stroll, saying, "Although our Lai family is not related to royalty, the furnishings here are absolutely no less impressive than those of princes and nobles."

Judging from their curious and curious expressions, they had clearly never seen such a luxurious mansion before. See? This was exactly the effect he wanted, especially the little one. Being young, he's most susceptible to such temptations. Once he takes a liking to this place, he'll then use financial incentives to entice him.

Are you still worried that the fish won't take the bait?

He's not like that pervert Du Huaibo, who only likes to mess with people who don't like him.

It's more interesting to do it voluntarily and proactively.

"arrive."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhi'an snapped out of her reverie, looked up at the plaque above the courtyard with the four characters "Idle Flowers and Flowing Water," and softly parted her cherry lips, "No idle flowers are planted, only a few slender bamboos by the pond pavilion..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lai Zhiwei turned his head and said, "Reflecting each other, a stream of water, cold and pure green." After saying that, he raised the corners of his mouth at Zheng Zhian beside him, revealing a satisfied yet ambiguous smile.

Zheng Zhian had initially thought the calligraphy had a certain style, but now that it was being read aloud by this person, it only made him feel disgusted. The slight goodwill that had just arisen vanished with a snap.

Ignoring the expressions of those around her, she stepped inside. Her eyes were met with neat rows of purple bamboo on both sides of the courtyard, clearly indicating that someone was taking care of them regularly.

"This is the courtyard of our Lai residence used to receive distinguished guests. What do you think, Yun'an?" Lai Zhiwei followed them in and, seeing that they were still looking around, confidently introduced the place.

Zheng Zhian looked around. The courtyard was indeed quite nice, but the man... how could someone with such a courtyard be such a dissolute and lecherous playboy?

You can't judge a book by its cover...

She gave a perfunctory smile, nodded, and then asked, "When will my master and the others receive the news?" Where they stayed didn't matter; she hadn't come here to stay in a nice place.

I didn't expect her to change the subject so quickly. She seemed quite satisfied just a moment ago, how could she suddenly switch to something else!

Lai Zhiwei immediately looked around and realized that he had just chased his servants far away. Now, how could he know anything about his master? He rubbed his hands together. "We should have news this afternoon." He pointed to the sky. "After all this commotion this morning, it's almost lunchtime. You all pack up first, and I'll have someone come and call you for lunch later, okay?"

It looked like a question, but without giving her time to respond, he continued, "You all pack up first, I'll have someone go find your master."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zheng Zhian watched his hurried departure with a mocking expression. She had seen the servant at the courtyard gate just now; he must have been afraid of someone, which was why he ran away so quickly.

"Sigh." Zheng Zhian sighed softly, sitting quietly on the edge of the steps, watching Danqin and Lingfei begin to inspect and tidy up inside and out.

Yuan Ming sat down beside her, turning his head to look at her with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?" Actually, he still had many questions he couldn't figure out, but she seemed very upset right now, so he decided not to ask.

It doesn't matter anyway, as long as she's alright.

"It's nothing." Zheng Zhian slightly curled the corners of his lips, gently shook his head, leaned back, supported himself with his hands on the ground, and looked at the cloudless blue sky.

"Do you know who wants to kill you?" Yuan Ming's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty ruthlessness. If he knew who was behind it, he would just kill that person, and then An An wouldn't have to worry.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian turned his head, looked at his face, raised his hand to smooth the smooth black hair on the back of his head, and smiled easily, "It's alright, those are just ants, they are not worthy of our great hero Ming's help."

It's hard to say who wants her dead, but she vaguely knows who is most eager to take action. Wanting her to die in the chaos of the martial world is indeed a good idea.

"Then I'll go."

Following the sound, Zheng Zhian looked up and saw Ling Fei's serious expression. She suddenly burst into laughter, "Oh! How could we trouble our great guard Ling? Wouldn't that be a waste of his talents!"

Lingfei has become much more cheerful in recent years, which is great.

Ling Fei stopped talking and turned to continue tidying up the house for Danqin. Actually, there wasn't much to tidy up, but Danqin wanted to tidy it up again herself before she would feel at ease.

"An'an, tell me, between him and me, who is more talented and who is wasting his talents?" Yuan Ming snorted heavily, like a child throwing a tantrum, determined to determine who was better.

Zheng Zhian turned back to look at him helplessly, "That's not how you compare them..."

After some explanation, Yuan Ming was not convinced at all and insisted that she say who was more powerful. Zheng Zhian helplessly coaxed, "You, you are so talented, okay?"

Yuan Ming then stood up triumphantly and called out as he entered the house, "Ling Fei, An'an said..."

After being teased and joked around by him, Zheng Zhian felt much of the gloom in his heart dissipate.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. What a nuisance!

Now we need to think about Xiang Ke, our master, and the others, and today's assassination attempt...

"twelve."

"master."

Where are Master and the others now?

"Reporting to Master, Elder Xiao and the others are currently imprisoned in the government jail along with those martial arts figures." Twelve pondered for a moment and continued, "Besides the people from Lai Fu Inn, there are quite a few other martial arts figures imprisoned in the jail."

Zheng Zhian looked at him with a deep gaze. "What's the reason?" If it was because of spies from an enemy country, the borders of the three countries are peaceful and harmonious now. Even if they were spies, they shouldn't be stirring up trouble in Anchong's domestic martial arts world at this time.

Why do something that's been discovered so early and offers no benefit?

"Which country's spy?"

"I don't know, and no one in the government has found any substantial evidence."

That's strange. Zheng Zhian stood up, crossed one arm over his chest, and rubbed his chin with the other elbow, his mind racing.

Arresting so many people without any evidence—what are these people trying to do?

Twelve suddenly remembered something he was going to report: "Your Majesty, the man the Master sent to Luxintuo has sent word that he is not there."