Treasure Trove of Jianghu

PART 1

The beginning

The Xiao family is very powerful.

Not to mention anything else, starting from our great-great-grandfather, the Xiao family has never had any female members, only male members. Generation after generation, by the time it came to Master Xiao, it was already the fifteenth generation.

According to the ancestral teachings, in order to have a daughter, every generation of the Xiao family must devote themselves wholeheartedly, even unto death.

He wouldn't stop until she was completely worn out.

Finally, when Mr. Xiao was fifty years old, he was blessed with a daughter.

The whole family was overjoyed, and Mr. Xiao even held a dignified ceremony to mark his retirement from sowing.

At the ceremony of washing his hands of his past life, Master Xiao, in high spirits, named the little girl Xiao Wushi Niang, in memory of his glorious life as a stud.

All the concubines were in tears, weeping with joy.

From then on, the banquets continued for ten days straight.

The entire city of Yangzhou was deserted.

Many years later, people would still wistfully recall: Why did Master Xiao stop after having his fiftieth son? There were so many concubines he could have kept trying, after all, the Xiao family was so large and powerful.

These are not the main points... The key is that between the man and the woman, everyone always chooses to remember the man.

Because Mr. Xiao had always had sons, everyone forgot that he could also have daughters.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Master Xiao had fifty sons.

The youngest one is called... Xiao Wushilang.

PART 1

"Igoro, what are you thinking about?"

"Hmm, I miss my beauty."

A gentle breeze swept through, filling Yangzhou with willow catkins that danced in the air like the first snow of early spring. On the second floor of Yipinxiang Restaurant, two young boys sat gazing out the window.

"Are you thinking about the young master of the Duan family?"

"Hmm...he's quite a beauty..." He was rather uninterested, practically sprawled out in his chair as he spoke, tossing peanuts up and catching them in his mouth, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Fifty-Lang, why would your uncle arrange a marriage for you..." The speaker was a frail-looking boy who coughed after every few words, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. "But you're only fifteen. I heard that your fortieth son hasn't had any blind dates. Why did he skip your brother and arrange a marriage for you directly?"

"Yes, because I'm handsome." With a quick glance around his big eyes, Xiao Wushilang smiled and two small dimples appeared on his lips, while his small, upturned nose wrinkled up.

She's such a tender, doughy child.

“But, Ishiro, your father has arranged for you to marry a man.”

"Ah... um." Isoro's eyes drooped lower, his eyelashes fluttering, as if he were thinking about something: "Probably a man."

Of course it's a man.

The Duan family's young master, known as Narcissus, is known throughout Yangzhou.

She could faint from looking in the mirror, combed her hair in front of the pool in the middle of the night, and hid in her embroidery room every day to draw grass and embroider flowers.

She actually wants to marry a man like that.

That's terrifying.

"Giro, are you going to marry him?" This question really hit a nerve, clearly touching on Giro's most hidden wounds.

"I won't marry him." Her small hand clenched into a fist, and Goruro's teeth ground together. "Let that Narcissus girl marry him."

Just kidding. The Xiao family is large and powerful; there's no reason for her to marry into the second-best Duan family.

I heard that there is no water in the pond there, and there is not even a decent mirror in the entire mansion.

What a sorry state!

"But, Igarashi, why are you so angry?"

"Because...this eunuch actually sent someone to the door, demanding that the engagement be called off."

How embarrassing! To be rejected by such a eunuch.

The reason for breaking off the engagement was even more absurd. Duan Shuixian sent someone to deliver a self-portrait, shouting: If Xiao Wushiniang's appearance is more beautiful than hers, she will accept the marriage unconditionally; if she is inferior to hers, then the marriage between the two families will be severed.

What's most frustrating is that the person in the portrait is ethereal and otherworldly, truly possessing the beauty of a goddess.

Not to mention Xiao Wushiniang, even among Master Xiao's fifty concubines, not one could compare to a single hair of Duan Shuixian.

"If I run into that eunuch, I'll beat him up first and teach him a lesson about female authority!" Xiao Wushilang raised his fist high and slammed it on the table.

The young man at the next table was so startled that he coughed up a large amount of water.

It wouldn't have mattered if the water sprayed out, but he was wearing a thin veil, so the veil got wet and clung to his face, outlining a soft contour.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he was indeed a very handsome man.

Her eyes were as black as stars, their gaze slightly shifting. Her nose was high, and her lips, thin beneath a veil, clung tightly to her lips, making her appear even more sensual. Her long hair was tied back in a small lock with a jade crown, the rest cascading down her shoulders like silk. Her shoulders trembled slightly, causing the silky strands of hair to shimmer and quiver.

He sat there dressed in white, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

"Ugly people are always up to no good." Goruro muttered under his breath as he turned his gaze to the man in the white veil.

The man in the white veil was not annoyed. He turned the cup around, his eyes sparkling, and he hummed softly. Suddenly, he slowly stood up with an elegant posture. Wu Shilang was half-lying down, his head tilted back. Looking up through the gap in the chair, he could see two white jade swords inlaid with gold and silver fastened side by side at his waist. With a slight movement, they jingled, clear and melodious.

"So you were Wu Shi Niang all along?"

His voice was pleasant and low, like a warm breeze. The woman enunciated the words exceptionally clearly, "It's that fifty-year-old woman who was jilted."

No one dared to mention the word "mother" in their own words, let alone in this way.

His tone was indiffe

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