Ojos encantadores

Capítulo 50

"Others might not be able to make him lose his composure, but the person he's fallen for is Su Shaochu, someone who can drive a person to madness without them even realizing it..."

"Ghost!" Li Shufang replied, never forgetting how Su Shaochu had tricked him and caused him to lose a generation in seniority.

"He's a formidable figure." Yan Shanshan rolled her eyes at the "unfilial son" who dared to speak of his "elders" like that. "Zhu Yu's skeleton is practically a cruel construct, and his flesh and blood are overflowing with lust. If he doesn't circulate his blood and flesh several times a day, how can he survive? Wouldn't he go berserk from overdoing it!"

Poor Shao Chu, now that he's in Zhu Yu's hands, he's going to have a long period of suffering. Just thinking about Zhu Yu's actions makes Yan Shanshan angry.

"This time, we must completely resolve the matter between Shao Chu and the Third Prince. Otherwise, Zhu Yu will not give up. With the Empress's intervention, if they continue like this, problems will inevitably arise sooner or later, and then it will not just be a matter for Shao Chu alone."

"Is it because he was born into one of the four great families?"

"Once Shao Chu's identity is revealed, the best outcome is that she accepts Zhu Yu, and then there is nothing to worry about; otherwise, it will be Zhu Yu's revenge. Once it gets to that point, the repercussions will be far-reaching. After all, the four great families have always been interdependent. If one of them is in trouble, the other three families will not be unaffected. Moreover, there are many people in the court who will take advantage of the situation. It is not hard to predict what will happen then."

"You've never approved of the Third Prince, so why would you want her and Zhu Yu to have a future together?" I've heard Lu Mingchao mention Yan Shanshan's feelings for Zhu Yu.

“If Shao Chu will accept Zhu Yu, then I would rather Shao Chu have died at Zhu Yu’s hands back then.” Yan Shanshan glanced at him sideways. “In this life, Zhu Yu is not worthy of Shao Chu. If we cannot change the facts, then let us change the outcome!”

"what you up to?"

"Nothing I can do can compare to what Shao Chu thinks." Yan Shanshan smiled mysteriously, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Melancholy young man, please bring back Shao Chu's answer for me!"

“I think you know very well that this Third Prince is not to be underestimated. He can do and carry out whatever he wants, whether it’s the truth, a facade, or a pretense. So how can you be sure that what you have is the truth, and not a scheme he deliberately puts on?” With years of experience in the martial world, Li Shufang always felt that he could not be careless. “This person is a troublesome one, regardless of his status or ability. Otherwise, things would not have turned out this way.”

"No matter what tricks Zhu Yu plays, the key lies with Shao Chu in the end, and this time, there must be a result that will last forever."

Where is Su Xuechu?

Su Shaochu's twin sister, with a similar appearance but completely opposite personality, is taciturn and possesses extremely high swordsmanship skills. This was Li Shufang's impression of Su Xuechu after that swordsmanship battle.

"I've heard that the Third Prince has a highly skilled swordsman named Feng Yan by his side. In addition, the Third Prince himself possesses unfathomable skill and can mobilize officials and soldiers from various prefectures at any time. He should have ample strength to do whatever he wants."

"It's only just begun, what's the rush?" Yan Shanshan smiled mysteriously.

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The thick fog obscured their tracks under the lonely moon. The group arrived at the embankment on the riverbank. Upon seeing the three people waiting in front of them, the leader hurriedly stepped forward to report to the tall, thin man in the middle.

"Meng Yansi".

"How is the situation?"

Three men of different ethnicity and clothing, two of whom were burly men who served as protectors and attendants.

The tall, thin man in the middle had a long whip around his waist, his eyes were as small as beans, and his long, thin face with high cheekbones exuded a deathly pallor. In the night fog, he was extremely sinister and eerie, like a ghost messenger from hell coming to the mortal world to take lives.

"The strongholds in all four locations have been breached, and all five officials have been taken away by the imperial court."

According to the information they received, the imperial court secretly issued a secret order to local governments to annihilate the forces of the Demonic Cult hidden in the Central Plains. In just a few days, local governments led their troops to break through various places in the Central Plains, openly accusing them of colluding with bandits, but secretly arresting members of the Demonic Cult.

Why did the imperial court suddenly issue such an order?

"I heard it's related to the Third Prince."

“The Third Prince Zhu Yu, son of the Holy Maiden of Nanyuan and the Emperor of the Central Plains, has always had a subtle stance on the Eastern Region. Why has he suddenly changed his mind?” Meng Yansi’s beady pupils flashed with a chilling coldness.

"I suspect it might be because of... Keluo Qizhen," the man speculated. "Zhu Yu probably knew that Keluo Qizhen had secretly ordered assassins to kill him, and coupled with the previous conflict between the Demon Sect and the Princess, that's why he did this!"

"It seems this imperial prince intends to eradicate all of the Demonic Cult's hidden forces in the Central Plains." Meng Yansi's eyes grew even more somber. "What's the situation in the Eastern Region? Has Elder Yuanji sent any news?"

In recent years, the division within the Moshi Cult has intensified, especially after its falling out with the royal family. After the death of its leader, the once-powerful Moshi Cult was divided into four factions with the addition of the royal family. With the death of Krokizhen, it has now become a three-way power struggle, with each faction controlling its own territory.

"When the news of Ke Luoqizhen's death reached back, there was obvious turmoil within the sect. The royal family has publicly established rules for the Moxi Sect. Some of Ke Luoqizhen's forces and the remaining Xuanhong clan have submitted to the eldest prince."

The perilous situation caused the visitor to say with concern, "Originally, we had hidden forces in the Central Plains, but now we've not only lost them, but five of our constables have also been captured. Elder Yuanji said that the Muslims are in a very unfavorable position for us right now, but the local governments throughout the Central Plains are hunting us down. The situation is..."

"Did the elder say what the price of Islam is?"

"The elder said that if we can rescue the five servants and bring them back to the Eastern Region, or... kill the Third Prince, then he can ensure that our position in the sect will not be affected."

Meng Yansi narrowed his cold eyes, unable to fathom his intentions.

"Elder Yuanji has persuaded Consort Xi to send people to the Central Plains to assist."

Xi Fei was the beloved concubine of the deceased Demon Lord, and is also one of the current forces of the Demon Lord, as well as their master.

"We already know that five constables have been escorted back to the imperial court by different routes and will be executed in seven days. Three of them are on the same route, and the brothers have already figured out the routes. There isn't enough time to rescue all five, but if we can rescue three, it will be much better..."

"Have you found out where the Third Prince Zhu Yu is?" Meng Yansi interrupted him and asked.

"This... I heard that it goes south of the capital."

"Find out Zhu Yu's whereabouts in Jiangnan."

"Meng Yansi...you intend to kill the Third Prince?!" The visitor was greatly alarmed by this decision.

"There's no time to save them, and Elder Yuanji won't accept only rescuing three servants."

It seems that Elder Yuanji wanted him to kill the Third Prince; otherwise, there would have been no need to send anyone to help.

"But the Third Prince has Feng Yan, a master swordsman, by his side, and the sheer number of guards protecting him is something no ordinary person can handle. In addition, Zhu Yu's own martial arts are unfathomable. I'm afraid..."

"It's difficult to deal with the Third Prince openly or covertly, but it's not difficult to target those around him." Meng Yansi smiled sinisterly and hatefully. "My Demon Xi Cult has many ways to control and kill people, including through poison, music, and even raising poisonous creatures. Zhu Yu is a vicious and cruel person. I, Yansi, will let him taste whether my Demon Xi Cult's methods are more ruthless or Zhu Yu's abilities are more cruel."

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"Green Bamboo Garden" is a large, uniquely styled renovated mansion located in the suburbs of Jinghui City. It attracts guests with its fine tea, wine, and various bamboo music. It is not a place for drinking and merrymaking, but rather a place for scholars who appreciate elegance and leisure to savor and enjoy a tranquil atmosphere.

The garden contains bamboo of various lengths, each with countless holes of different sizes. When the wind blows, the sound echoes through each hole, weaving together a unique melody. As the wind strengthens or weakens, the bamboo sounds rise and fall in tune, creating a truly elegant and graceful sound.

"I have long heard of the 'Green Bamboo Paradise' in Jinghui City during autumn, where the wind rustles through the bamboo, creating a melodious sound that can only be compared to the sounds of nature. At night, the sounds of bamboo and the sound of a zither echo through the woods under the moon. The clear sounds and melodies wash away the dust of the world and are truly extraordinary." Today, a bamboo curtain hangs over the Purple Bamboo Pavilion in the park, welcoming distinguished guests that even the owner of Green Bamboo Paradise dares not neglect.

"It is an honor for our garden to be appreciated by you, young master." The girl with round, big eyes smiled sweetly at the person behind the bamboo curtain in front of her.

The garden is filled with pavilions and terraces ingeniously built with bamboo, and bamboo rooms surrounded by green bamboo. The surrounding greenery and various specially planted flowers complement each other, making it a very pleasant and beautiful place to look at.

"Miss Tian'er's bamboo flute accompanies the zither music, and listening to it in this season when fallen leaves are about to dance in autumn is particularly poignant." The voice behind the bamboo curtain is soft, pleasant, and gentle.

"When Tian'er's other sisters arrive, I hope you will enjoy the music they play together, young master."

"Within the Green Bamboo Music Hall, I have long heard of the pipa played by Fei Xiang and the flute played by Shui Lü. Now I can finally fulfill my longing."

Just as Liu Tian'er was about to speak again, a shout of smashing a cup suddenly erupted from the small bamboo room a few steps away.

"My young master hasn't said we can leave—who dares to go—"

The man's roar was mixed with the screams of several women.

"Just because you can play the piano doesn't mean you can act all high and mighty—my young master has plenty of money to spare—"

"Young Master Song, this place of Green Bamboo and Music is not a place of pleasure. Please have some self-respect!"

"Butler, tell them what will happen if they don't obey me!" a haughty man said.

"Yes! Do you know who my young master is? He's the son of Prefect Song, and even the county magistrate has to listen to him." The steward, who was in charge of taking care of his master, shouted loudly, "If you don't want this Green Bamboo Music to get into trouble, then you'd better behave and serve our young master well, and you'll get your share of the benefits."

"Oh, another one who bullies others and acts arrogantly to an outrageous degree," the young man sitting behind the bamboo curtain asked Liu Tian'er outside. "Is this Young Master Song a regular at Green Bamboo Paradise?"

“He’s been coming here often these past ten days or so,” said a tea-serving maid beside Liu Tian’er. “I heard he’s the youngest son of the Wei family.”

"Is it Prefect Song, who governs the area around Guanjinghui City?" He pondered the officials in his memory.

“It seems so,” another maid chimed in. “Lord Song came here with him to look for Sister Tian’er.”

"Mind your own business," Liu Tian'er scolded the servants lightly, and the two maids quickly shut up.

"Is this someone Miss Tian'er knows?"

"Please excuse my poor appearance, young master," Liu Tian'er said apologetically. "It's just... Young Master Song has only recently become like this!"

"Oh!" The voice from behind the bamboo curtain turned to the middle-aged man waiting beside him and asked jokingly, "Doesn't this lawless, arrogant, and domineering attitude of the powerful seem familiar, Steward Yan?"

"Pingfei doesn't know what you mean?"

"I don't know!" What a fitting answer, a lamentable lack of justice. "I suppose the term 'aiding and abetting evil' is already unfamiliar to you."

"Young husband..."

"Ahem, I'm the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. If I don't like the title you put on me, I'll cause trouble." He smiled, but there was a hint of warning in his tone. "Your master rarely disappears for a moment, so don't spoil my mood."

"So, what does the young master wish to do?"

He responded tactfully to Steward Yan beside him, and his handsome face behind the bamboo curtain was filled with interest as he looked at his surroundings.

"You'll do whatever I want?"

"Yes, but Rong Pingfei reminded the young master that the master doesn't like you getting too close to other people, including the girls."

"Because of what you said, Steward Yan, I will get close to all the girls I should before he appears, without causing you any trouble." You chuckled, her voice full of teasing.

“Young Master knows very well that Pingfei is not joking, especially given your current status. Please know when to stop.” Yan Pingfei subtly pointed out that her situation was different from before.

"Alas! My pleasure was indulging in romance and drinking, but now I feel like a pitiful person with a domineering and shrewish wife, who could be 'watched' to death at any moment."

The sound behind the bamboo curtain is a lament for lost freedom, a self-expression of sorrow.

“Young Master Song, this is a place to listen to music and express refined tastes. The girls are just performing for money; they don’t do business here.”

Several male servants working in the park arrived to stop them, but five or six burly men who were pulling at the girls were rudely pushed and cursed by the other party.

"What a joke! In my opinion, women who openly play music and drink with others are women who can be bought and played with. Stop pretending to be high and mighty." Song Zishao, who was not bad-looking and dressed in noble clothes, but could not hide his arrogance, laughed wildly: "Although the women of Green Bamboo Music are not as charming as the women in brothels, it is not bad to play with a bit of temperament once in a while."

"Help! Help me!"

The girls, who had been hiding in the corner, took advantage of the chaos to grab their instruments and run out of the bamboo room.

"Young Master Song, this really isn't—"

"Enough with the nonsense! If you have something to say, call your boss, Mr. Jin!" Song Zishao was annoyed when he saw the girls all run out.

"Mr. Jin is not in the garden on business, Young Master Song, please don't—"

"Bring them back—" Song Zishao pushed aside those who were blocking his way and ordered his men to arrest them.

The girls who were running away in a panic were welcomed into the adjacent Purple Bamboo Pavilion by two maids. The burly men who were chasing them tried to rush in and pull them out, but were blocked by four men waiting outside the pavilion.

Four men with imposing physiques, who looked like seasoned martial artists, formed a human wall with their powerful bodies, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering. One of the burly men who was about to throw a punch was sent flying by a single punch!

"You're asking for it! How dare you try to steal from me—"

Upon arriving, Song Zishao shouted, but his shout was cut off by a voice coming from behind the bamboo curtain.

"You've really had enough of living, daring to steal a woman from me. If you take another step forward, I can't guarantee your dog's life!" A leisurely voice came from behind.

"You, you, do you know—" He couldn't believe that anyone would dare to speak to him like that in the Green Bamboo Music Hall, and for a moment he was so angry that he was speechless.

"Do you even know that this is my territory? How dare you, an ignorant brat, act so presumptuously here?"

"Surround this area—and drag out the bastards inside for me—"