After Qin Zhonghai was ambushed by the mysterious masked stranger at Wenyuan Pavilion, over ten of his subordinates were injured. To cover up this embarrassing incident, he had to borrow several hundred taels of silver from Wei Zizhuang for rewards. With great difficulty the turmoil subsided and all his subordinates made great profits, but Qin Zhonghai himself had been successfully ambushed and wounded by two sword strikes, yet couldn’t even determine the identity of his attacker – truly an extremely humiliating situation. In his anger, Qin Zhonghai guessed this masked thief must have stolen some items, so these past days he had been checking and verifying in the secret chamber – first to discover what was missing, second to find clues for future revenge.

This thankless task exhausted him mentally and physically. Every day he immersed himself in an ocean of documents, having to read them one by one carefully. After two consecutive days, he was nearly driven mad. He knew that to check all the memorials left over a hundred years would inevitably take several months, but this matter required secrecy and he couldn’t ask others to help. In his exhaustion, he suddenly had a bright idea: “Since this thief risked coming here masked to steal missing memorials, they must relate to current court figures, not ancient artifacts. I should be smarter and start checking from recent years’ memorials.”

He immediately began reading from this year’s memorials. The Jingtai reign had lasted thirty years so far, and all court memorials involving even slight privacy were sent here, accumulating hundreds of memorials over thirty years – impossible to read in a short time.

Qin Zhonghai opened them and saw this prefect drinking flower wine, that censor seizing farmland, this one having affairs with daughters-in-law, that one taking concubines as mistresses – all ugly, disgusting cesspit affairs that made one cover their nose. But Qin Zhonghai read with great pleasure, praising repeatedly. He saw these memorials were mostly from the factory guards’ hands – the two great treacherous ministers Jiang Chong and Liu Jing each led their forces, competing with one memorial here, one report there, neither yielding to the other. It seemed these two groups had no other abilities – if the emperor wanted them to dig canals or build the Great Wall, that would be like climbing a tree to catch fish. But if you wanted to know whose family had a happy and harmonious bedroom life, finding them would be absolutely right – they might even produce illustrated upper and lower volumes for endless entertainment.

Qin Zhonghai chuckled dryly, thinking: “No wonder these two treacherous ministers hold sway over the court – they’ve got dirt on all the court ministers. It would be hard not to obey.” Fortunately his own reputation was already notorious as a libertine and gambler known throughout the realm, so he wasn’t afraid of others gossiping. His mind turned and he thought: “I wonder if our Marquis has any handles fallen into others’ hands? If I find any, I should help him destroy them.” Qin Zhonghai was a straightforward person who didn’t value filial piety and righteousness in life, and didn’t much care about others’ minor faults and mistakes, so now he wanted to help cover for others.

Who knew that after searching for a while, he couldn’t find a single scandal concerning Liu Angtian. Qin Zhonghai felt admiration, thinking: “Who would have thought our Marquis’s dignified appearance was truly consistent inside and out, maintaining himself with great propriety – among all civil and military officials, no one can find dirt on him.” Thinking again, he immediately giggled: “Maybe our Marquis is especially skilled at covering up – that’s also possible.” He rummaged randomly for a while, seeing nothing missing from the memorials, then went to another bookshelf.

This area contained all Ministry of Justice memorials. He casually flipped through several volumes – mostly judgment documents with generally unbearable content, either prisoners with connections to high ministers receiving lenient sentences, or reviewing officials taking bribes and making arbitrary decisions, being impeached. Qin Zhonghai shook his head and sighed lightly, thinking: “Seeing our court so dark, I’d better be more careful not to be targeted.” Recalling Lu Yun’s case compared to the earth-shaking injustices here, it was truly like a small sorcerer meeting a great one.

Qin Zhonghai had originally approached this with a playful attitude, but the more he read, the more alarmed he became. Now he had seen many court secrets – if these pieces of information were slightly leaked, it definitely couldn’t be brushed off with casual words. Remembering Liu Jing’s advice that day: “Eat more, sleep more, life without worry; see less, speak less, enjoy fortune to the end,” Qin Zhonghai felt secretly frightened, understanding he must be cautious in words and deeds hereafter to avoid bringing disaster and becoming a thorn in others’ eyes.

When he reached the second row of Ministry of Justice bookshelves, he suddenly noticed many empty spaces. He picked up the ledger to check and immediately broke out in cold sweat – an entire row of documents had mysteriously disappeared from the shelf. He carefully compared and saw the missing memorials were all written in the fourteenth year of Jingtai, totaling over ten missing memorials. He quickly checked other bookshelves and saw other departments like the Ministry of War, Privy Council, and Court of Judicial Review also had shortages. After careful investigation, all memorials and secret reports from the fourteenth year of Jingtai had disappeared without exception.

Qin Zhonghai became suspicious, guessing that something major must have happened in the fourteenth year of Jingtai that someone wanted to cover up. He sneered coldly, thinking: “What a bastard, actually destroying all related memorials. But there are so many records from the fourteenth year of Jingtai – surely there are other documents left in the world?” Full of curiosity, he went to the outer Wenyuan Pavilion library to extensively search through books. The books here weren’t secret memorials, so there must be some clues left.

Qin Zhonghai found a chronicle of the Jingtai reign recording major and minor events of the current dynasty. He opened the first page to read and saw tiny characters densely packed, truly hard on the eyes. He raised a candle and struggled to read: “First year of Jingtai, spring, first month, day yiwei, honored the ancestral temple; day jichou, grand sacrifice to heaven and earth at the southern suburbs; second month, day renzi, attended the Jingyan…” The content was dry and boring, making one’s mouth dry, eyes sore, and body uncomfortable. After reading two more sentences, sleepiness immediately attacked. Already yawning repeatedly, he forced himself to continue: “Third month, day jiashen, prohibited officials and people from extravagance, exempted disaster-affected taxes in Shaanxi; this day had great wind and rain damaging suburban altars and palace halls…” Reading to this point, he really couldn’t support himself anymore and went straight to the floor bedding to sleep soundly.

After sleeping briefly, he suddenly dreamed a blue bird flew over and frantically pecked at his left leg, causing unbearable pain. Qin Zhonghai was startled and saw the bird looked strange – human face with bird body, somewhat resembling Jiang Chong. Qin Zhonghai was furious and shouted: “You damn thieving bird! Want to become grandfather’s snack?” He raised his knife to strike the bird, pinned it down and chopped wildly until it was covered in blood, then it cried “zhizhι” and flew away.

Having this strange dream, Qin Zhonghai suddenly woke up, thinking: “What fortune or misfortune does a blue bird pecking the leg portend?” He usually loved reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Jin Ping Mei and such miscellaneous books, knowing the world had dream interpretation. When King Wen dreamed of bears, he met Jiang Ziya. Could his dreaming of birds mean he’d encounter some great beauty? Better not be surnamed Jiang. Qin Zhonghai was too lazy to care. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, reluctantly mustering energy, thinking: “Ancient people hung from beams and stabbed their thighs to study through the night. Look at brother Lu studying ten years in a cold window to become top scholar – I must strive harder.” He ordered subordinates to bring a basin of water and vigorously washed himself to restore his spirits, then sat down to read again. He learned to be clever and directly turned to the fourteenth year of Jingtai section to read month by month. Suddenly he saw a passage: “Fourteenth year of Jingtai, third month, day bingwu, Nucang bandits invaded Bazhou, captured Dacheng, prefectural clerk Li Yan, deputy general Ma Bao, and commissioner Zhang died in battle. The capital was under martial law.”

The four characters “Nucang bandits” caught his eye, and Qin Zhonghai immediately gasped – only now understanding that in the fourteenth year of Jingtai, a great war had occurred in the Central Plains. The Nucang Mountain bandits not only caused martial law in the capital but also killed court veterans. This great battle must have been earth-shaking.

Qin Zhonghai was shocked for a long time before continuing: “Fourth month, bandits invaded the frontier, summoned and recruited North Capital Commander Liu Angtian to return to Jingfu Palace to participate in military planning and formulate strategies to suppress bandits proactively.” He frowned, thinking: “Isn’t Jingfu Palace where the emperor’s mother, the Empress Dowager, lives? This old woman usually can’t manage affairs at all – why summon the Marquis there? Could the Empress Dowager, unable to bear the loneliness of her boudoir, want this and that?” Having read so much scandal these days, his thoughts turned dirty again.

Unable to figure out why the Empress Dowager summoned Liu Angtian, he continued reading, but as he read on, he saw no more records of Nucang Mountain. Reading all the way to the twentieth year of Jingtai, those bandits seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Qin Zhonghai held his forehead thinking hard, knowing there were other secrets involved: “No matter what, something major definitely happened in the fourteenth year of Jingtai, probably involving some unspeakable secrets. I must find them out.”

First, due to job responsibilities, he had to list the details of missing memorials; second, he was naturally very curious and wanted to understand this court secret clearly. He immediately found memorials from before and after the fourteenth year of Jingtai, thinking that examining memorials from the preceding and following years would surely uncover the mystery.

This investigation was truly extraordinary – he read until dawn and saw memorials clearly recording how the bandits caused havoc, but regarding why Nucang Mountain was destroyed, he found absolutely nothing. Though Qin Zhonghai was extremely tired, considering this matter extremely important, he went downstairs for breakfast, washed briefly, then dove back into the pavilion again. All his subordinates were shocked, not knowing if he was possessed by some beauty emerging from the book stacks – otherwise why would he show such urgent monkey-like behavior?

Returning to Wenyuan Pavilion, Qin Zhonghai literally turned everything upside down, but historical materials concerning Nucang Mountain from the fourteenth year of Jingtai were completely absent. Records of Nucang Mountain’s destruction were nowhere to be found. Qin Zhonghai wouldn’t give up and went to the Wenyuan Pavilion library to search, but still couldn’t find any clues.

Later, Qin Zhonghai became almost mad, daily only searching vigorously. Several people came to report that Liu Angtian summoned him to the residence for discussion, but Qin Zhonghai turned a deaf ear – unless he found the secret, he absolutely wouldn’t give up.

After searching for a full ten days, Grand Secretary Kong’an sent word that troops would come tomorrow to take over. Qin Zhonghai remembered the one-month garrison period had passed. He deeply feared the missing memorials would be discovered and cried out in distress: “Looks like I’ll have to tough it out!” He immediately ordered people to bring the four treasures of the study and hid in the west corner pavilion to write with a brush.

His subordinates had been gambling when they suddenly saw their boss sit in a corner and pick up a brush, not knowing what he wanted to do. All showed admiring expressions and asked: “Boss, what are you writing? Are you courting some girl?” Qin Zhonghai shouted: “Bullshit! If I want to write love letters to your grandmother, is it any of your business?” Picking up the brush, he felt it weighed a thousand jin and his whole body was sweating. He spat, took off his upper garment, roared, and channeled his Fire Greed Blade first-level power to strike forcefully at the paper. Truly “bare-chested before guards, wielding brush like flowing clouds.” All subordinates praised greatly.

A subordinate leaned over wanting to critique but suddenly cried out in shock: “Turtle!” The others were startled and quickly looked – they saw a fierce divine turtle on the paper coldly smiling at everyone, quite arrogant in manner and somewhat resembling Qin Zhonghai.

Everyone was horrified, thinking: “What is the boss doing? Is he painting his own portrait for longevity?” While guessing, they saw Qin Zhonghai’s expression serious as he said solemnly: “How is this turtle painted? Does it look spirited?” All subordinates swallowed saliva, not knowing how to respond.

Qin Zhonghai snorted: “Divine turtles are most valuable in chaotic times. Given your stupidity, you naturally don’t understand the wonderful principles in my brush work. All get lost!” Seeing the boss paint over a hundred turtles filling ten large volumes of memorials and proudly carry them back to Wenyuan Pavilion, the subordinates discussed among themselves in secret amazement.

This day Grand Secretary Kong’an personally led a team of guards to take over Wenyuan Pavilion. Seeing large numbers gathered, Qin Zhonghai thought: “Damn, if they discover my divine turtle paintings later, that’s the crime of deceiving the emperor – I must be careful.” He saw dozens of guards holding lists checking the library’s collection one by one. Qin Zhonghai accompanied them, touching his head and scratching his ears, pretending nonchalance while actually feeling terrified with surging waves in his heart.

When checking the secret memorial room, everyone lacked authority to open it and had to invite Dongchang Director Liu Jing to enter together with Grand Secretary Kong.

Liu Jing’s arrival at Wenyuan Pavilion made everyone solemn. Grand Secretary Kong even personally went to the door to welcome him. Liu Jing walked in slowly, and seeing Qin Zhonghai, smiled slightly: “General Qin, long time no see. You’ve worked hard these days!”

Qin Zhonghai chuckled, thinking: “This old man connived at Consort Qiong’s affair – last time I did him a favor counts as a debt. If something happens later, he’ll definitely help cover for me.” Thinking of this, his heart settled somewhat.

Liu Jing ordered his subordinates to take out keys and open the secret room’s small door, then walked in shoulder to shoulder with Kong’an. As soon as the two entered, Kong’an immediately covered his nose with his sleeve and frowned: “There’s a strange smell.” Qin Zhonghai’s heart jumped, remembering his chamber pot was still inside – he’d been too busy these days and forgot to take it out, no wonder it stank so much.

While feeling alarmed, he heard Liu Jing say: “This place has been closed too long, naturally it would smell.” Hearing him speak thus, Kong’an couldn’t say more and coughed, nodding: “Director Liu is right – I overlooked this point.” Though Kong’an was honored as chief minister, under pressure from various major factions with old friends scattered, he could hardly resist the court’s three great factions and had to yield in everything. Seeing he’d escaped the first disaster, Qin Zhonghai immediately breathed a long sigh of relief: “Today I relied on Old Liu to save my life.”

Kong’an walked two more steps and suddenly kicked over something. Immediately the stench filled the air and everyone covered their noses. Kong’an looked down and saw a large pot overturned on the ground with excrement and urine spilled everywhere, the smell unbearable. Qin Zhonghai cried out in distress: “Damn! Ten days’ worth of stinking shit all rolled out – what can I do?”

Kong’an’s anger flared: “This is a chamber pot! Who shit here!” Seeing Kong’an’s unfriendly expression, Qin Zhonghai was trembling when he saw Liu Jing bend down to examine the chamber pot for a while, then shake his head: “This isn’t a chamber pot.”

Everyone was stunned. Kong’an shouted: “It’s full of shit and piss – how is it not a chamber pot?” Liu Jing blinked and smiled: “This is a book.” Kong’an’s face was iron-blue as he glanced at Qin Zhonghai sideways, thinking: “This kid has colluded with Dongchang – can’t take him seriously.” Being shrewd, seeing Liu Jing intentionally covering up, he immediately sighed lightly and changed his tune: “Director Liu has good eyesight – this is indeed a book. This old fool truly has dim old eyes.” With a sleeve flourish, he turned toward the bookshelf. Liu Jing heard his sarcastic tone but only smiled without concern.

A guard hearing the two ministers speak thus felt doubtful. He stared at the chamber pot and frowned: “Is this really a book? No matter how I look, it seems like a chamber pot.” A clerk wanting to curry favor with Liu Jing and seeking to flatter him immediately laughed: “You don’t understand – people pursue novelty everywhere. Making books in chamber pot shapes is just fashionable taste.” The guard was shocked: “Making books look like chamber pots – how do you read them?” The clerk couldn’t justify himself and randomly said: “Just urinate once and you can read the true meaning within.”

The guard was shocked and secretly took the chamber pot to a corner, then undid his belt and urinated.

Kong’an was ordered to make a clear inspection. Knowing Qin Zhonghai had backing, even if something was missing, he probably couldn’t be convicted, so he only looked casually without concern. Several guards didn’t understand official intrigue but still checked carefully, fearing missing items would bring future responsibility.

A guard saw a row of memorials on a shelf that looked quite new, unlike ancient items. Suspicious, he pulled them out to examine and suddenly saw a huge turtle painted on the memorial, truly lifelike on paper. The guard cried out in terror: “There’s a turtle!”

Liu Jing came over and immediately saw Qin Zhonghai’s masterpiece, laughing: “Yes! What a big turtle!”

Kong’an heard the cry and only snorted, frowning as he walked over: “What now?” The guard reluctantly handed over the memorial. Seeing Qin Zhonghai’s personally painted turtle diagram, Kong’an was also shocked. Furious in his heart, he glared at Qin Zhonghai angrily: “What an idle, good-for-nothing scoundrel! Actually not doing proper work to this extent!”

Qin Zhonghai, being glared at, felt embarrassed and secretly hid behind a bookshelf, face full of shame, pretending ignorance.

The guard whispered: “How did a turtle appear on the memorial? Could someone be playing tricks?” Kong’an glared hatefully at Qin Zhonghai and said through gritted teeth: “What do you understand! In the fourteenth year of Jingtai, His Majesty ordered people to… ordered people to search for the four divine beasts – dragon, phoenix, qilin, and lin. They couldn’t find them, but our dynasty’s Left Censor found this divine turtle. His Majesty was greatly pleased and ordered people to copy it on memorials.” Being well-read, Grand Secretary Kong fabricated this lie seamlessly, making it believable. The guard quickly said: “So it’s the four divine beasts – no wonder it’s hidden in the secret memorial room.” He immediately put away the turtle diagram and noted its origin on the list: “Fourteenth year of Jingtai, Divine Turtle Diagram, type yi, one copy.”

Kong’an looked around for a while. Fortunately, only about ten secret memorials were missing – he could barely get by. He cleared his throat, glanced at Qin Zhonghai sideways, and said coldly: “Thanks to General Qin leading troops to guard these days, everything was safely delivered. Hereafter, this Wenyuan Pavilion’s security will be managed by Lieutenant Xu of the Zhili Capital Camp.” Lieutenant Xu quickly stepped forward and bowed: “This humble one will go through fire and water without daring to fail.” He repeatedly asked Qin Zhonghai for advice. Qin Zhonghai chuckled dryly without comment.

Leaving Wenyuan Pavilion, Qin Zhonghai finally delivered this difficult assignment. Thinking he’d escaped disaster without being sent to hard labor, he immediately laughed heartily with great satisfaction. Over ten subordinates also crowded forward to congratulate him.

While celebrating, he suddenly heard someone say: “General Qin finally relieved of this heavy responsibility – we must celebrate properly!” Qin Zhonghai heard this aged voice and turned to see an elderly man smiling at him – it was Liu Jing.

This time Qin Zhonghai’s escape from punishment meant he owed him a favor. His face embarrassed, he smiled apologetically: “Today I relied entirely on Director Liu’s help – otherwise this boy’s head would already be gone.” Liu Jing laughed: “Just missing a few memorials – how could it be so serious?” He glanced at him and slowly walked away, seeming to intentionally want him to follow.

Qin Zhonghai saw his gaze contained hidden meaning, knowing he had something to advise. He quickly told his subordinates: “I have some matters to discuss with the Director – you go back to the west corner pavilion first and find me later.” The subordinates agreed and left by themselves. Qin Zhonghai followed behind Liu Jing as the two walked from Wenyuan Pavilion. Soon they reached the front three halls’ square – this place was vast and spacious with the distant Fengtian, Huagai, and Zhongji halls standing majestically. The white marble high platform glowed faintly with impressive grandeur.

Liu Jing suddenly stopped. Seeing falling leaves everywhere in the deep autumn scene, he couldn’t help sighing: “Winter is coming again. Sigh, year after year, time passes so quickly!” Qin Zhonghai made an “mm” sound without responding, only silently following.

Liu Jing sighed: “General Qin, you were born in the fourteenth year of Wuying, weren’t you?” Qin Zhonghai was startled, not knowing why he asked this, and immediately replied: “This humble general was born in the year of the sheep, fifteenth year of Wuying. What instructions does the Director have?”

Liu Jing made an “mm” sound: “Nothing, I remembered wrong. You’re thirty-four this year – ah, over thirty years have already passed.” Qin Zhonghai heard implications in his words and became very suspicious: “Why is he asking about my birth date? Could there be some conspiracy?” His heart filled with doubt as he secretly stayed alert.

Liu Jing walked two steps and suddenly pointed at the distant Chengtian Gate, frowning: “If there were troops wanting to attack Chengtian Gate by force, how would you resist?” Qin Zhonghai was shocked: “Who would be so bold?”

Liu Jing smiled slightly: “I’m just making an analogy to test you.” Qin Zhonghai pondered for a moment before replying: “If someone led troops to attack Chengtian Gate, this humble general would naturally lead men to ambush at West Shun Gate, waiting until half their army had charged in before launching the ambush.” Liu Jing made an “oh” sound and asked curiously: “Why wouldn’t you resist head-on but ambush at West Shun Gate instead?”

Qin Zhonghai lowered his head and said in a deep voice: “Strike the enemy while crossing the river before they’re fully across, when their rear cannot support the front – the bandits would be easily captured.”

Liu Jing laughed heartily and nodded: “Brilliant! Brilliant! They say the Liu faction is full of talent – I’ve finally seen it.” He lightly patted Qin Zhonghai’s shoulder and smiled: “Now let’s reverse it – if you were to attack Chengtian Gate, how would you proceed?” Hearing these words, Qin Zhonghai was greatly shocked, his whole body trembling. Despite his natural boldness, he dared not answer now and only lowered his head in silence.

Liu Jing laughed: “Why aren’t you speaking? Can’t you answer?” Qin Zhonghai’s forehead broke out in cold sweat as he knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: “Even if this humble general had the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, I wouldn’t dare commit such rebellious acts.” Liu Jing smiled and helped him up: “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll win every battle – this is just preventing problems before they occur. Why should General Qin worry?”

Qin Zhonghai knew Liu Jing’s methods were formidable and he mustn’t let him find any weakness, or falling into these eunuchs’ hands would mean unspeakable suffering. He coughed and shook his head: “This humble one is dull and truly doesn’t know how to attack Chengtian Gate. Please find someone more capable, Excellency!” Liu Jing smiled slightly: “General Qin is too modest.” He looked at Chengtian Gate with a grave expression: “General Qin, you were originally the court’s Northern Campaign Roving General, stationed properly at the frontier, yet suddenly transferred back to the capital to manage palace affairs. Do you know the details of this matter?”

Qin Zhonghai’s heart jumped again. According to Liu Angtian, his palace assignment was Jiang Chong’s scheme to strip the Liu faction of military power and eliminate their supporters through apparent promotion but actual demotion. But now Liu Jing suddenly brought this up – there must be other secrets involved. He immediately lowered his head and bowed: “This humble general was just about to ask for guidance. Please enlighten me, Excellency.”

Liu Jing gazed into the distance and said indifferently: “To be honest, your palace assignment was entirely my recommendation to His Majesty.” Qin Zhonghai gasped in shock: “I have no relation to you, Excellency – why such promotion?” His transfer to the inner palace with two promotions could be called exceptional advancement. With no past relationship, he couldn’t understand Liu Jing’s intentions.

Hearing the question, Liu Jing turned to look at Qin Zhonghai and said gently: “General Qin, I’ve always been very fond of you – didn’t you know?”

Hearing this, Qin Zhonghai was startled and thought: “Damn! This old eunuch is fond of me? Could he see I’m young and healthy and want this or that?” Reading Jin Ping Mei daily, his mind was full of dirty thoughts, immediately thinking wrongly. Goosebumps covered his body as he quickly waved his hands: “I may look decent but I’m useless – that sort of thing won’t work…”

Liu Jing couldn’t catch the implication in his words and only smiled, suddenly saying: “General Qin, how is your master? When will you go back to visit him?” Qin Zhonghai made a “huh” sound, not knowing why Liu Jing asked about his master. His heart chilled as he collected himself and said seriously: “Why does Your Excellency suddenly inquire about my master?”

Liu Jing smiled faintly: “Last time at Mount Hua I met Old Master Fang – sigh, he still looked quite unhappy… Though you two master and disciple cannot openly acknowledge each other, you mustn’t forget your origins and should serve him filially!”

Qin Zhonghai was shocked and pale, cold sweat pouring down. His master’s lineage was extremely secret – except for Lu Yun, no one at court knew about it. He didn’t know how Liu Jing had discovered this. His mind raced: “What’s going on? How does this old thief know I’m the Nine Provinces Sword King’s disciple? Could Brother Lu have talked too much? Or has this Liu Jing been investigating my background all along?” Thinking of his master Fang Zijing’s past involvement with the Nucang rebellion against the court, his fear intensified.

Liu Jing looked him up and down and suddenly smiled: “Don’t be afraid. Go see the ghost house in the west of the city tomorrow, then come find me.” Qin Zhonghai was confused: “Ghost house in the west of the city? What place is that?” Liu Jing said indifferently: “It’s inconvenient to say more now. After you’ve seen it, come find me to talk!”

Qin Zhonghai was full of suspicion: “What is this old eunuch planning? I must be doubly careful.”

Liu Jing glanced at him sideways, then laughed heartily and left.

Seeing Liu Jing leave with a smile full of schemes, Qin Zhonghai scratched his head in confusion when his subordinates approached. Everyone saw his great success and wanted to congratulate him on completing his assignment, inviting him to drink at Yihua Tower.

Hearing the reason, Qin Zhonghai immediately laughed and scolded: “Damn! You bastards clearly want to have fun but need an excuse, saying you’re celebrating for me? You still want your grandfather to pay the bill!” His subordinates, having their scheme exposed, all smiled embarrassedly.

Everyone laughed and cursed their way to Yihua Tower, where the madam, having heard the God of Wealth was arriving, personally led a large group of beauties to wait downstairs. Seeing Qin Zhonghai, all the women smiled charmingly and called: “General Qin is here again!”

The subordinates laughed: “You should change your address! From now on call him Grand Secretary Qin! Our boss just came out of Wenyuan Pavilion!” The women were overjoyed and pestered them even more desperately, hurriedly welcoming everyone upstairs.

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily. Seeing his subordinates excitedly going upstairs, he was about to follow when suddenly his sleeve tightened – someone had grabbed it. Qin Zhonghai frowned and turned to see a beautiful woman standing prettily before him, gazing at him.

Qin Zhonghai knew the place well and recognized this beauty as Qingqing, a famous courtesan of the capital. This woman was talented, skilled in calligraphy and painting, especially good at poetry and singing – truly possessing both talent and beauty, deeply admired by princes and ministers. But Qin Zhonghai was naturally crude and didn’t understand such refinement, rarely associating with her. Seeing Qingqing looking at him, he felt annoyed and couldn’t help coughing and bowing: “What instruction does the young lady have?”

Qingqing gazed at him and said softly: “General Qin, I want to ask you about my sister.” Qin Zhonghai looked very uncomfortable and coughed before saying: “Young lady, why do you suddenly ask about her? Is there some important matter?” Qingqing sighed sadly: “General Qin, how has Marquis Liu treated her these past two years?” Qin Zhonghai’s body shook as he actually lowered his head and bowed: “Sorry, this humble one doesn’t know about this matter. If the young lady wants to ask, you might send someone to Liu residence to inquire.”

Qingqing’s eyes flashed with tears as she sobbed: “General Qin, you’re not a three-year-old child – how can you say such things? Now that sister has finally married, how can we lowly people disturb her again?” Qin Zhonghai made an “mm” sound. Frequenting taverns, he knew the suffering of pleasure quarter women and said: “That’s true too. Now she’s happy and everyone respects her as Seventh Madam. For her reputation’s sake, you indeed shouldn’t look for her anymore.”

Qingqing’s face was streaked with tears as she said sadly: “Happy? What happiness is there in marrying an old man? General Qin, sister loved you so much back then – do you really not care about her life or death?” She grabbed Qin Zhonghai’s sleeve as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Qin Zhonghai smiled bitterly twice and said hoarsely: “Good young lady, your sister is my superior’s wife. I haven’t called her stepmother – that’s already good enough. What more do you want from this Qin?” Qingqing cried: “Heartless and ungrateful! If not for you, this heartless dead man, refusing to marry her, how would she have married that old man Liu Angtian? Faithless wretch! Go die!” In great sorrow, she actually threw punches at him. Qin Zhonghai dared not fight back and let her hit his head, face, hands and feet wildly. A nearby pimp saw this and quickly came to pull them apart, allowing Qin Zhonghai to escape. But this disturbance ruined most of his mood, leaving him feeling very agitated.

Going upstairs, Qin Zhonghai felt quite distressed. As soon as he sat down, he lowered his head and just drank heavily. His subordinates, seeing his expression suddenly change so much, all felt surprised.

Qin Zhonghai sighed several times. Thinking of Liu Jing’s matter made him feel even more depressed, and he immediately drained over ten cups of strong liquor, still feeling unsatisfied.

He sat there dazed, thinking: “This Liu Jing is really strange – why is he so familiar with my affairs? Could he have some grudge with my master and intend to harm me?” Thinking again: “No, if this old eunuch wanted to deal with me, he could have acted long ago. Why protect me in every way? From his expression, he seems to want me to do some important business. Maybe I should go discuss with the Marquis tomorrow.” But thinking of going to Liu residence inevitably meant facing Seventh Madam, which added to his worries as he raised his cup and drank heavily.

A courtesan beside him, seeing his melancholy, quickly said: “General Qin, you rarely come here – don’t worry about those official matters anymore. Have a good drink with this slave!” She pressed against him, rubbing and touching. After being randomly squeezed by her for a while, Qin Zhonghai’s mood improved and he immediately laughed heartily: “Right! When soldiers come, we’ll block them with generals; when water comes, we’ll block it with earth. What difficult matters are there in the world?” He raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. His subordinates were overjoyed and quickly refilled his cup. Being naturally open-minded, he no longer worried and played finger-guessing games and drinking songs with his subordinates, having a thoroughly enjoyable time.

Just as they were drinking happily, a subordinate noticed his favorite mistress hadn’t come and asked: “Where is Miss Xiaolu? Why isn’t she receiving guests today?” Everyone hearing this teased: “Are you lovesick!” The subordinate’s face reddened as he spat several times and scolded: “Just asking casually – look how pleased you all are.” Suddenly a courtesan sighed softly and shook her head: “Don’t joke around! Our Miss Xiaolu is sick!”

The subordinate couldn’t help gasping with concern and quickly asked: “What illness? Is it serious?” The courtesan mysteriously shook her head and whispered: “I’ll tell you honestly – our Xiaolu went out a few days ago and was accidentally frightened by a ghost. These past days she’s been too scared to leave her room.” Everyone laughed heartily: “Really damn ridiculous – seeing ghosts!”

The courtesan pouted: “Don’t laugh! Who’s joking with you? The other night Xiaolu passed by a ghost house on our street and just walked a few steps at the door when she really encountered a ghost and was scared sick.” Everyone giggled, clearly not believing. Seeing everyone’s skepticism, the courtesan just snorted and looked at another courtesan: “I’m not lying – all the sisters are witnesses. That ghost house isn’t far from our Yihua Court – we’re afraid of hauntings every night!” The other courtesan chimed in: “Yes! There really are ghosts!”

A subordinate giggled lewdly: “What ghosts are there? At most just perverts like me!” He groped around crudely. The courtesan pinched him and pouted: “Talking seriously with you and you’re still acting like this.”

Qin Zhonghai had been drinking when he heard everyone’s conversation and suddenly jumped up in shock, asking the courtesan: “Is that ghost house you mentioned the one called the West City Ghost House?” The courtesan, seeing his panic, didn’t know what had happened and only nodded: “Seems like it! That’s what others call it.”

Qin Zhonghai took a deep breath and asked: “Speak clearly – what’s so strange about that ghost house?”

The courtesan whispered: “I heard that over twenty years ago there was a family massacre case – the whole household, old and young, died unjustly, and their wronged spirits come out to haunt at night.” Qin Zhonghai’s eyebrows raised as he grasped the key point and immediately said seriously: “Having nothing better to do, young lady, could you take me to have a look?”

His subordinates hearing this all felt surprised, not knowing why Qin Zhonghai was so curious about that ghost house. The courtesan was even more shocked, waving her hands repeatedly: “This slave has no courage at all – please don’t ask me to lead the way, General.” Another courtesan quickly said: “If the General wants to see, you might go look yourself. The ghost house is just around the corner across the street – a few steps away.” Qin Zhonghai nodded and picked up his steel saber, actually wanting to investigate immediately without waiting even a moment.

Several subordinates urgently tried to dissuade him: “Boss! It’s late at night now – if there’s really something, why not wait until tomorrow?”

Qin Zhonghai remembered Liu Jing’s words and shook his head: “No good, I must go see.” Over ten subordinates, seeing persuasion was useless but unable to let their superior venture into danger alone at night, could only make bitter faces: “Alright! Since boss is determined, we’ll risk our lives to accompany you – let’s have a night raid on the ghost house!”

A beautiful courtesan, being naturally bold, laughed: “They say there are some powerful ghosts in that house – I’ve long wanted to see them. Why don’t I come along!” The subordinates hearing the beauty would come were all overjoyed, thinking that exploring the ghost house later would definitely allow for groping and squeezing – they felt intoxicated.

Everyone went downstairs and walked just a few steps to reach the street corner. The courtesan, knowing Qin Zhonghai wasn’t married, squeezed over and grabbed his arm, laughing: “General Qin, if you’re looking for the ghost house, it’s right here.”

Qin Zhonghai looked up and saw a large house, gloomy and quite frightening. The plaque above the door had long been removed, and the two large doors were also broken and rotten. Looking from outside the gate, the courtyard was quite dark – clearly long uninhabited.

His subordinates were all bold imperial guards who feared nothing. Seeing the ghost house before them, none were afraid. One laughed heartily: “What damn ghosts – let me meet them!” Another said: “Better if it’s a female ghost so I can ease her resentment.” Yet another laughed: “Only if she’s beautiful like our Xiaolu.” Several joked together, laughing incessantly as they walked inside.

The courtesan had spoken big words earlier but actually just wanted a chance to get close to Qin Zhonghai. Now she coyly pressed against him and said sweetly: “General Qin! You must protect this slave!” Seeing her smiling charmingly, it was clear the drunkard’s intention wasn’t the wine – she just wanted to take the opportunity to seduce him and perhaps become a general’s wife later.

Qin Zhonghai yawned and walked straight into the courtyard. The courtesan felt secretly angry: “This General Qin doesn’t understand romance – so annoying!” She stepped lightly and quickly followed.

Entering the courtyard, Qin Zhonghai felt a gloomy chill as if there really were dead spirits haunting here. But he never believed in ghosts and spirits, so he immediately drew his steel saber and channeled his energy. The blade emitted a faint red glow, using this as a lamp to go deeper into the courtyard. The courtesan, seeing his martial arts display, was truly smitten and pressed closer, rubbing against him: “General Qin, don’t walk so fast! This slave will be afraid!”

Qin Zhonghai made a “heh” sound: “I have serious business to do! Don’t be such a hindrance!” The courtesan said irritably: “I came specially to accompany you, yet you’re so heartless.” Qin Zhonghai was too lazy to respond and burped from drinking as he headed toward the house. Several subordinates, seeing the boss ignore the courtesan, giggled and came over to chat her up.

Entering the house, the hall had no furniture and had become completely empty. Cobwebs tangled on the walls and bird droppings and rat feces covered the floor. Seeing this desolate scene, Qin Zhonghai felt secretly strange: “This place is desolate and abandoned long ago – why did Liu Jing want me to come here? What’s his intention?”

He looked around and saw the house was truly too bleak, but couldn’t see anything special about it. He frowned in thought when he heard several subordinates laughing heartily: “Are there any ghosts? Come out quickly!” Everyone called out several times but seeing nothing unusual, they all laughed and made noise.

A usually capable subordinate stepped forward to report: “General, I see this house is completely empty with nothing worth seeing. I think the common people, seeing the old house desolate and uninhabited, just made up stories. The ghost talk is probably just rural rumors. We needn’t waste time here.” Qin Zhonghai looked around and nodded: “That makes sense.” He immediately instructed everyone: “Alright! It’s getting late – everyone go back and rest!”

Everyone had wanted to leave for a while and now agreed, about to depart. One of them, having drunk too much, was very urgent to urinate and immediately undid his pants and went to a corner to relieve himself. The courtesan spat: “Hey! There might really be ghosts here – don’t be so disrespectful.” The man laughed: “Damn! I’m still a virgin – this virgin’s urine is best for warding off evil.” The courtesan, hearing his crude talk, couldn’t help spitting: “Disgusting! No decency!”

The man giggled and urinated all over the floor. Just as he was feeling comfortable, he suddenly heard a groan from beside his feet: “Who… who is here…” The voice was full of suffering, like a ghostly wail – hearing it in the deep night was extremely terrifying.

The man who had been urinating suddenly heard the ghost speak and couldn’t help screaming: “Damn! There really is a ghost!” He was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels, urine splashing everywhere. Unable to pull up his pants in time, he rushed toward the outside of the house.

The guards hearing this mournful voice were also greatly shocked: “Terrible! There really are ghosts!” Despite their brave words earlier, their souls now fled as they all rushed outside. The courtesan cried: “Wait for me!” and scrambled out rolling and crawling. In an instant, not one person remained in the great hall.

Only Qin Zhonghai remained alone in the large house. With his heroic spirit and bold courage, he naturally wasn’t moved.

The voice sighed sadly: “Who are you?” Qin Zhonghai sneered: “You’re playing ghost tricks – who are you instead?” The voice began crying softly: “I am a lonely ghost.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed heartily: “Lonely ghost? How can there be ghosts and spirits in this world?”

In his bold laughter, he used “Fire Greed Blade,” immediately illuminating the entire room. He saw an old man huddled in a corner, his face covered with tears, clothes tattered and filthy. Despite the deep autumn weather, he was still barefoot with feet covered in festering sores. If one encountered this person unprepared, they might indeed take him for a ghost.

Qin Zhonghai nodded, thinking: “This person looks so terrible – no wonder ghost legends arose.” Seeing this person was merely a dirty beggar, he relaxed and asked: “What do you do? Why are you here crying alone?”

The old man shed tears: “I already said – I’m a lonely ghost.” Qin Zhonghai secretly shook his head and took out a gold ingot from his chest, throwing it to the old man: “Take this to buy food, bathe, and treat the sores on your feet.” The old man looked surprised and picked it up: “Who are you? Why give me money?”

Qin Zhonghai smiled slightly: “All within the four seas are brothers – why ask so much?” He looked up and yawned, suddenly seeing bowls and basins on the beams, suggesting long residence here. He asked: “Old sir, you’ve lived here long – do you know this house’s history? I see carved beams and painted pillars here – it should be a wealthy family’s home. How did it become so ruined?”

Hearing the question, the old man only lowered his head, shook it, and sighed: “Sigh… the vicissitudes of the human world are endless to describe…” Qin Zhonghai heard his elegant speech, unlike ordinary beggars, and asked: “What? You knew the master here?”

The old man showed sorrow but nodded. Qin Zhonghai looked up at the beams: “Looking at these beams painted with colorful dragons and phoenixes, the master here must have had considerable position?” The old man sighed softly: “To be honest with you, thirty years ago this house was exactly the residence of the Western Campaign Grand Commander.”

Hearing “Western Campaign Grand Commander,” Qin Zhonghai was shocked and immediately jumped up shouting: “Western Campaign Grand Commander? Could this be the Marquis of Military Virtue’s residence?”

The old man, hearing him identify the house’s master, was very pleased and nodded: “Sir knows quite a lot – this is indeed Marquis of Military Virtue’s old residence.” Qin Zhonghai remembered Liu Angtian’s words and sighed: “This Marquis of Military Virtue was the one who killed the late emperor, right?” The old man’s face trembled as he suddenly crawled up and pointed at Qin Zhonghai, shouting: “The Marquis didn’t harm His Majesty! Don’t speak carelessly!” His manner was extremely agitated.

Seeing his extreme anger, Qin Zhonghai quickly said: “I heard this from others – I didn’t mean disrespect. Please don’t blame me, old sir.” The old man snorted but didn’t respond.

Seeing the old man’s tearful face, Qin Zhonghai knew he must be connected to the Marquis of Military Virtue and asked: “Who are you then, old sir? Hearing you defend the Marquis of Military Virtue, could you be his family?” The old man sighed for a while: “How could this old man have such fortune? My surname is Li – I was formerly the Marquis’s steward.”

Qin Zhonghai nodded: “So you were the Marquis’s household steward – why have you fallen to this state?”

The old man shook his head and suddenly shed tears, crying: “This old man was lucky to survive. Thirty years ago, the Marquis’s entire household was executed, and I fortunately saved my life, living here begging ever since.” Hearing his sorrowful crying, Qin Zhonghai asked: “Who remains from the Marquis’s family? Are they all dead?”

The old man bit his teeth and sobbed: “Who could still be alive? The court ordered the entire household executed – all forty-three members of the Marquis’s household died. Oh Heaven… how cruel you are…” He wailed loudly.

Qin Zhonghai sighed, thinking: “This is truly tragic – no wonder others consider this place a ghost house.” He shook his head and walked around the house. Seeing nothing else unusual, he was about to leave. The old man, seeing him about to depart, remembered this person had given him gold and silver and should thank his benefactor. Feeling grateful, he quickly crawled over and knelt: “This lord, this old man received your gold ingot and cannot not know my benefactor’s great name.”

Qin Zhonghai laughed: “A few taels of gold – what does that amount to? You needn’t keep it in mind.” The old man shook his head: “Though this old man is worthless, I’ve also read books for several days. Please, lord, definitely leave your name so I can repay you.”

Seeing his integrity, Qin Zhonghai felt some respect and cupped his hands: “My surname is Qin, given name Zhonghai.”

Hearing his name, the old man suddenly trembled violently and stood up, saying shakily: “You… your surname is Qin?”

Seeing the old man’s tense manner, Qin Zhonghai felt slightly alarmed and quickly said: “I am indeed surnamed Qin – is there something wrong?” The old man trembled all over with tears flowing down as he suddenly rushed over and looked closely at Qin Zhonghai, as if examining his features. Qin Zhonghai felt suspicious: “What’s wrong, old sir? Is there some matter?”

The old man looked up and wailed, then knelt on the ground shouting: “Heaven has opened its eyes! Heaven has opened its eyes!” Qin Zhonghai was quite shocked, thinking: “This old man has gone mad.” He coughed, not knowing what to do, when suddenly a figure flashed – the old man pounced over and immediately grabbed Qin Zhonghai’s hand, wailing: “Heaven above! I’ve prayed day and night for decades and finally have you back! Second Young Master! Second Young Master! You’ve finally come home!”

Qin Zhonghai cried out in shock: “You… what nonsense are you talking?” The old man tightly gripped Qin Zhonghai’s hand and wept: “Second Young Master… that year First Young Master carried you away… he was shot dead but you disappeared… I only prayed to Heaven to protect you and let you live… Second Young Master… you’ve finally returned… have you learned skills… the entire Qin family died unjustly… you… you must avenge your parents and brother…” He held Qin Zhonghai and cried bitterly.

Hearing his wild ravings, Qin Zhonghai suddenly pushed him away and shouted: “You crazy bastard! I am Qin Zhonghai and have no relation to your master’s family – don’t be absurd!” The old man wailed loudly and shouted toward heaven: “Your father was Qin Baxian! Have you forgotten? When you were small, you played in this big house!”

Qin Zhonghai was struck like thunder, his ears ringing as he thought: “So that’s it – Qin Baxian is the Marquis of Military Virtue, and the Marquis of Military Virtue is Qin Baxian. They’re the same person.”

Only now did Qin Zhonghai understand that the late emperor’s first great general, Western Campaign Grand Commander Marquis of Military Virtue, was actually the chieftain who established Nucang Mountain and was called this dynasty’s greatest rebel – Qin Baxian!

That day at Liu Angtian’s residence, Qin Zhonghai had heard about the Marquis of Military Virtue’s deeds, knowing this person murdered the late emperor and met the fate of having his entire family executed. But Liu Angtian only mentioned the Marquis killing the emperor without wanting to explain later events. It turned out after this court minister’s entire family was brutally killed, he immediately raised troops in rebellion, creating the bandit-gathering Nucang Mountain. Probably to preserve a colleague’s posthumous reputation, Liu Angtian was unwilling to speak of such ugly matters.

Qin Zhonghai stood dazed for a while when suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest – the old man, tears flowing like rain, had embraced him again with an extremely sorrowful appearance. Being held by him made Qin Zhonghai feel disgusted all over as he angrily said: “You crazy old man, let go of me quickly!”

The old man cried as if he would die, refusing to retreat and shouting: “Second Young Master… your mother died so miserably… those thieves were so cruel, killing her at once… your mother was so beautiful and gentle… just stripped naked like that… Heaven… I… I see her wronged spirit every day and night!” In his shock, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t break free. The old man cried and shouted, pointing to a corner of the house: “Second Young Master… your mother’s wronged spirit is standing there… look quickly! Look quickly!” Hearing his passionate and tragic words, Qin Zhonghai couldn’t help turning to look, but saw the house was dark and empty with no one there, not even a ghost’s shadow.

The old man’s fingernails dug into his flesh as he shrieked: “Do you know? Your brother was shot dead by them, your mother’s body couldn’t remain whole, your entire family died unjustly… you… you are the orphan of this wronged case!”

Being clawed and bitten by him, Qin Zhonghai felt goosebumps all over his body and was extremely annoyed and fearful. Suddenly hearing the old man cry: “Second Young Master, you must take revenge! Avenge the entire Qin family!” Qin Zhonghai roared: “Get away! Get away!” He forcefully waved both hands and the old man was thrown out, his head hitting the wall with blood flowing.

Qin Zhonghai gasped for a while. Thinking of the wronged spirits the old man mentioned, he seemed to feel a cold wind blowing on his back. He cursed Liu Jing in his heart: “Damn! This dead eunuch, I don’t know what his intentions are, forcing me to come here and get contaminated with this bad luck.” Full of curses, he turned to look and saw the old man fallen on the ground, still crying: “Second Young Master, I recognize you – you look just like your uncle… the scar on your forehead from falling as a child, I recognize it all… Second Young Master… Second Young Master…” His breathing weakened as if he might not survive.

Qin Zhonghai was greatly shocked, not expecting this person’s body to be so weak that he couldn’t even withstand a brush of force. He hurriedly ran to help the old man up, seeing him unconscious, feeling even more unlucky.

Qin Zhonghai cursed and picked him up, thinking: “Damn, encountering a madman in the middle of the night – can’t let him die because of me.” He then rushed out of the broken house straight toward a pharmacy.

At this third watch of the night with no one around, the pharmacy’s doors and windows were naturally tightly closed. Qin Zhonghai kicked open the main door and shouted: “Doctor! There’s a patient here – come out quickly to treat him!” After his shouting, a middle-aged man rubbing his eyes slowly came out and said irritably: “What’s this about! Did someone die?”

Qin Zhonghai put the old man on the table and then removed his outer robe to cover him: “This person fell badly – quickly treat his injuries.” The doctor glanced at the old man and recognized him, laughing: “Isn’t this the madman from the ghost house? This type of person steals and acts like a thief daily – why save him?”

Qin Zhonghai had just been babbled at by the old man and was in a bad mood. Hearing the doctor’s mocking words, he immediately became furious. He grabbed the doctor’s collar and said coldly: “Will you save him or not?” The doctor’s face darkened as he shouted: “How dare you be so rude!” Qin Zhonghai drew his steel blade and stabbed it into the wooden table, sneering: “Fuck your ancestors! If you dare say another word, I’ll kill you immediately!”

The doctor trembled all over, finally knowing the visitor was fierce, and quickly said: “Hero, spare my life!”

Qin Zhonghai’s face was full of murderous intent: “I am an imperial guard, leader of the Tiger Forest Army, holding fourth rank with blade privileges. If your hand slips now and you can’t save this old man, don’t blame your grandfather for killing your whole family!” Hearing his fierce words, the doctor quickly said: “So it’s Commander, sir – I also know several who work in the palace…” He was about to continue when he saw Qin Zhonghai’s unfriendly expression and quickly examined the old man’s injuries. He first cleaned the wound, then took out medicine to apply carefully.

Seeing his dedication, Qin Zhonghai’s expression had softened. He leaned over and asked: “How are his injuries?” The doctor hurriedly answered: “His external injuries aren’t serious, but he hit his head – he’ll probably have headaches and nausea later.”

Qin Zhonghai felt relieved and nodded: “Just treat him with confidence – I’ll pay whatever it costs.” He took out a gold ingot and threw it on the table. Having injured this old man, he felt guilty and paid without regard to cost.

Seeing his generous spending, the doctor quickly said: “Don’t need this much – a few taels of silver is enough.” Qin Zhonghai shook his head: “This old man has festering feet and a weak body – you take care of him until he’s completely recovered. This gold is for his meal expenses.” The doctor waved his hands repeatedly: “We never keep patients for treatment…”

Qin Zhonghai sneered: “My blade doesn’t spare heads either.” Seeing his fierce manner, the doctor could only swallow and smile miserably: “I’ll make an exception today.”

Seeing he was still sensible, Qin Zhonghai chuckled and patted his shoulder: “My surname is Qin, given name Zhonghai. Since the doctor is straightforward, I won’t shortchange you. If you encounter trouble in the future, send word to the Tiger Forest Army and I’ll personally help you.” Hearing this, the doctor was naturally overjoyed. Opening a practice in the capital inevitably meant encountering rogue troublemakers – having an imperial guard’s protection was like having the King of Heaven as backing. He was greatly pleased and repeatedly bowed.

Leaving the pharmacy, dawn had broken. With no one on the road at daybreak, Qin Zhonghai saw the old man had saved his life and found a place to stay. He breathed a long sigh of relief: “Today I’ll be a bleeding heart for once.”

He looked back at the old Qin family residence. In the early winter with light smoke and thin mist, it appeared especially hazy. Thinking of the tragedy this family had suffered, he couldn’t help feeling pity and sighing.

Qin Zhonghai felt depressed and went straight back to the West Corner Pavilion. Seeing over ten brothers still sleeping, he didn’t disturb them but warmed a pot of wine and sat in a corner drinking alone, thinking: “These past days have been so unlucky – first encountering the consort’s affair, then having thieves break into Wenyuan Pavilion… sigh… now meeting this old madman – truly terrible luck.”

After drinking for a while, he felt his back itching – probably fleas from the old man had crawled over. He cursed twice and was about to remove his jacket when suddenly he remembered something: “Damn! How did I forget about the tattoo on my back!” In great shock, he choked on his wine and sprayed his clothes dirty.

Qin Zhonghai had deep internal energy and exceptional drinking capacity. Choking on wine was unprecedented for him. His hands trembled as his heart shook violently: “Heaven! I have a tattoo of unknown origin on my back. Back then when I fought that fierce fellow Sha Jin, despite his courage, when he saw my tattoo he inexplicably spared my life… And… my master is actually a great bandit of Nucang Mountain. Since he’s from Nucang Mountain, he must know that Qin Baxian! What… what relationship do I have with this Qin Baxian? What… what secrets are involved here?”

The capital’s surroundings seemed full of mysteries – Consort Qiong’s affair, Xue Nu’er intentionally trying to assassinate the emperor, his own inexplicable transfer to the palace, the thief in Wenyuan Pavilion… These matters seemed completely unrelated yet appeared connected by an invisible thread, tightly surrounding him with seemingly strange aspects he couldn’t understand.

Qin Zhonghai’s face was iron-blue. Remembering that day’s strange dream of the blue bird pecking his leg, he felt incredibly afraid. Usually bold and courageous, feeling fear now was an unprecedented humiliation in his life. He felt increasingly cold and quickly raised the wine pot to drink in great gulps.