Liang Zhe looked at Qin Shuying with frank eyes: “I have a slip of paper that I dare not show to anyone. To decipher it, I secretly resolved to learn foreign script, but time was insufficient, and with no one to teach me, I never grasped the essentials. Shuying, please help me see what it means. I’ve already destroyed the paper, but I remember the content very clearly.”

Liang Zhe had long memorized it by heart. He dipped his finger into the tea cup and began drawing on the table. He drew each character, and Qin Shuying softly repeated it to confirm.

Qin Shuying stood to Liang Zhe’s right side. To see the characters clearly, she leaned in very close.

Her breath was like orchids, with a faint fragrance. Liang Zhe felt as if his right arm was about to catch fire, and his finger couldn’t help but tremble. His body felt as if struck by something, leaving his mind unsettled.

Qin Shuying secretly glanced up at him. Could Ziyu have some illness?

Liang Zhe could sense her movement and hurriedly gathered his composure to continue writing.

As soon as he finished, Qin Shuying lowered her voice: “Situation has changed, change route immediately. Take southeastern direction, detour through Huzhou, board at the dock, take waterway to Yingshui Villa.”

Liang Zhe’s expression changed dramatically, his face turning iron-blue. He slammed his fist on the table, and with a tremendous “crash,” the table was punched with a large hole. However, the cups and plates remained perfectly intact, not moving an inch.

Qin Shuying: One disagreement and he hits people, another disagreement and he hits the table… But his martial arts are truly formidable! Also, his trust in her exceeded her expectations. This was military intelligence… Though it seemed Liang Zhe hadn’t made this matter known to everyone either. She just didn’t know when he had obtained this slip of paper.

Liang Yanjun rushed over, even more excited than Liang Zhe: “Master, this subordinate understands! That huge batch of supplies that vanished without a trace—it turns out these bastards secretly transported them away by waterway!”

Liang Zhe’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, murderous aura pervading his entire being, like an Asura released from the eighteen levels of hell. His voice was low and seemed poisoned: “I will make these bastards die without intact corpses, their nine generations completely exterminated!”

The shop boy, hearing the commotion, hurried over to push the door and check. Liang Yanjun scolded in a low voice: “Get lost!”

The shop boy didn’t dare breathe heavily and quickly ran away.

These two masters looked difficult to provoke when they entered—that cold aura was like being released from an ice cellar. Indeed, they were not to be trifled with. However, they had “I am nobility, I have money” written all over them. As long as they had money, who cared if they ate tables or food?

Liang Zhe’s murderous aura was intense. Even Liang Yanjun couldn’t help but retreat two steps, but after steadying himself, he looked at Qin Shuying, who could still stand calmly behind Liang Zhe with a composed expression.

It seemed that knowing nothing also had its benefits—at least when facing Master’s fury, she could still stand there calmly, not afraid of being implicated at all.

Back then, Master had lost his temper just like this, then personally dealt with three junior leaders. He killed them one by one with his blade, his face covered with the blood of those traitors.

After the killing, he howled to the sky—with both grief and satisfaction.

In Master’s entire life, what he hated most was not enemies, but traitors—those beasts who, fearing death and for their own interests, would not hesitate to sacrifice others’ lives!

Liang Zhe’s eyes were blood-red, his voice low and sorrowful as he said with hatred: “Back then, when we fought the enemy, supplies were insufficient. In weather where water froze to ice, we only hoped for a mouthful of hot porridge—just a mouthful of hot porridge! We waited two days, and many had not touched a grain of rice! We wished upon stars and moon, hoping the grain transport officer would quickly deliver food. As long as we could eat our fill once, we could charge forward with renewed vigor and slaughter the Western Bang people completely! But these bastards, these bastards…”

As Liang Zhe spoke, his eyes actually became crystalline with tears, unable to continue!

Liang Yanjun also trembled with anger, tears filling his eyes as he choked out: “They actually diverted the grain and sent us food mixed with sand and dirt… We hadn’t eaten for three days… In that battle, we suffered heavy losses. So many good brothers died there… Their loyal bones buried in foreign lands, dying so wretchedly, so miserably, all because these bastards lined their own pockets!”

Qin Shuying felt cold all over, a chill rising to the top of her head.

To make two grown men lose emotional control in front of her, one could imagine how tragic that battle had been!

Not eating for three days—how could they fight?

Liang Zhe wiped his eyes with his large hand, tears no longer visible, and let out a cold laugh. “They wanted me to die there, but unfortunately, my life is tough! Not only tough, but I also got hold of this slip of paper. I’ve returned, and now I want to see if these bastards can preserve their nine generations! Blood debt paid in blood, killers pay with their lives—this is my creed! I must seek justice for my comrades! Justice must be obtained! No matter who it is, no matter where they are, I will take their lives to honor my blade!”

As he spoke, a knife flew from somewhere and stabbed straight into the roasted chicken on the plate!

The blade flashed with cold light—clearly a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud.

Qin Shuying stood with her mouth agape, only surprised but not afraid, and she didn’t retreat.

Everyone has people they care about and are willing to protect. For Liang Zhe, those comrades who shared life and death with him were the people he was willing to protect during those harsh years.

Being able to fight for those he was willing to protect, Liang Zhe’s hot blood would certainly not be shed in vain.

“Ziyu, I believe you will succeed. I will lend you assistance.”

Liang Zhe gradually calmed down and nodded: “Shuying, this path is difficult to walk. I’m sorry for dragging you into this. However, rest assured—I’m no longer that pitiful wretch from before. Whoever makes my life difficult, I won’t let them have it easy either. You may have heard about my stepmother’s storehouse being burned. I was the one who burned her storehouse. She can scold me, beat me, even kill me, but she absolutely cannot trample on people I care about—this is my bottom line! If there’s a next time, after burning the storehouse, I can burn the main house too!”

His tone was ice-cold and ruthless, but Qin Shuying wasn’t afraid. Speaking of it, she and he were too similar.

She had certainly heard about this matter—not only heard of it, but was very clear about what happened that day.

When Luo Meixiang insulted Liang Zhe’s birth mother and sister in such a roundabout way, if Liang Zhe had still endured it, he wouldn’t be worthy of being a son or a brother. Arguing and quarreling were things Liang Zhe couldn’t do, so he adopted the most direct form of protest.

What was wrong with that?

Some people cannot be reasoned with through logic.

Only when their interests suffer losses will they understand what cannot be touched.

“A man who cannot even protect those he cares about—what kind of man is he! Rest assured, after you marry me, though there will be hardships, I absolutely will not allow anyone to insult you. Whoever dares to do so shouldn’t blame my blade for being blind! This is my bottom line. Liang the Overlord could kill wolves on the Northwestern battlefield, and back in this capital of false sentiments, he can kill people too!”