clergé - Chapitre 109
"Thanks to the Alliance Leader, the Moon Worship Cult will never have a chance to rise again." That's how the storyteller concluded his speech.
Pang Wan sat in a private room on the second floor, listening with rage. She had never imagined that someone could so brazenly distort the truth and still garner thunderous applause and cheers!
Enraged, she grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them at the storyteller, yelling angrily, "You liar everywhere, be careful you don't die without descendants!"
The storyteller was engrossed in his tale when he was suddenly showered with peanuts, which rained down on him. He looked up and cursed, "Where did this little brat come from, so ignorant of manners!"
Pang Wan's face turned red with anger. She leaned over the railing and continued to curse, "Lackey! Lackey of Gu Xiju! How much money did you take to speak well of him? You have no conscience!"
She wanted to curse again, but a hand came around from behind and wrapped around her waist.
He Qinglu coldly carried her back, and at the same time lowered the brocade curtain by the door to cover her face.
"Jin Di Luo," he ordered. Jin Di Luo immediately pulled out a large handful of silver from his pocket and carried it into the courtyard. The noise of shouts and clamor for money immediately came from below, diverting everyone's attention.
"Let's go." He Qinglu grabbed Pang Wan, who was still sulking, and lightly leaped away from Wangxiang Tower.
After sitting in the carriage for a while, Pang's cheeks remained bulging, and his eyes even welled up with tears.
He Qinglu frowned and pulled her into his arms, reproachfully asking, "Do you know you've done something wrong?"
Pang Wan knew, of course, that she had acted impulsively, but no matter how she thought about it, she just couldn't swallow her anger—why should such a scheming villain have such a good reputation?
“I’m going to tear that man’s mouth apart. How could he try to mislead us like this?” she said sullenly.
“Controlling public opinion is something those in power must do, so why bother arguing with him head-on?” He Qinglu said with an indifferent expression, “Since you came out this time to find your senior brother, don’t cause any trouble.” Pang Wan thought about it and felt that he was right to teach her a lesson, so she slumped into a corner dejectedly.
However, this extra branch still grew.
Suddenly, a servant stopped the carriage, saying that he was on his master's orders to deliver a painting to the young lady inside.
When she lifted the curtain and took the portrait, her hand trembled slightly.
The painting depicts a white-clad girl dancing, her figure graceful and her steps light, long ribbons flowing freely, like a fairy treading on water. However, for some unknown reason, a hole has been burned into the left chest with incense, starkly visible, as if her heart had been ripped out. "What does your master have to say?" Her face was pale, but her voice remained as calm as she tried to remain composed.
The servant bowed to her respectfully and said, "My master advises you, young lady, to follow an old saying: you can eat anything, but you can't say anything carelessly." He paused, glanced into the carriage, and added, "Also, there are some things you can't do carelessly, or my master will be displeased." It was practically a blatant threat.
Pang Wan laughed in anger, clenched the painting in his palm and gritted his teeth, saying, "Tell your master that I'll make sure he's thoroughly displeased."
The servant bowed and said, "Yes, sir." He then turned and disappeared into the bustling traffic.
Just as she lowered the curtain, the painting in her hand was snatched away. He Qinglu unfolded the crumpled painting, her expression changing.
"Is that you in the painting?" His voice was somewhat stiff. "Why are you dressed so scantily? Why are you so...revealing? Where are you?"
Pang turned back and let out a long sigh.
The carriage came to a leisurely stop at the door. Just as the maid Ah Xiang was about to go forward to greet him, the curtain was suddenly flung open and her young master darted out from inside.
He exuded an aura of coldness, like a thousand-year-old iceberg; even taking a step closer would send shivers down one's spine. "Young Master..." Ah Xiang was about to greet him when she saw him fling aside all the maids and storm through the gate. "Miss..." Completely bewildered, she could only watch tremblingly as the young girl following closely behind him alighted from the carriage.
The latter gave her a "don't be impatient" smile.
With a bang, He Qinglu flung his sleeves and entered the study.
Facing the tightly closed door, Pang Wan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She knew he was truly angry. "Young master, please listen to me. I was blinded by greed and acted foolishly. If I had another chance, I would never have fallen for him..." She pleaded softly by the door, hoping to quell the anger inside. "Those are all things of the past. Why do you still care?"
However, there was no response from inside the room.
Pang Wan kept nagging and persuading He Qinglu by the door for a long time, but He Qinglu still didn't come forward to open the door.
Feeling tired and exhausted, she had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
Five days passed like this, and He Qinglu, as if weighed down by a heavy weight, was determined to stay in his study, not venturing out even once. Pang Wan couldn't find a chance to see him at all, and her mood grew increasingly anxious.
She hadn't expected the young master to be so angry about this.
No, perhaps she had considered it—with He Qinglu's perfectionist personality, how could he willingly accept a foolish girl who had sacrificed her life for another man? That's why she had always kept quiet about the origin of the scar on her chest.
It must be admitted that he had some ulterior motives about becoming He Qinglu's fiancée by chance. Although she did not intend to use the power of the Lonely Palace, she still felt that having his protection was a rare and good thing, so she was willing to play this "fiancée" game.
Now that things have come to this, I'm afraid the other party is no longer willing to continue the "game".
Pang Wan wasn't sure how long He Qinglu's anger would last, so she could only wait and watch every day, hoping that the young master would come out to see her.
The longer I wait, the more anxious I become.
She was afraid that the young master would really ignore her, and she was afraid that he would kick her out as soon as he stepped out the door.
She didn't understand whether she was afraid of losing the protection of the He family or that her salary would never tolerate her again.
Her mind was filled with confusion and uncertainty.
The capital city, Yanbo Manor. "You're saying she waited at the door for six whole days, waiting for that young master to come out?"
Gu Xiju raised an eyebrow, looking at the black-clad scout below him with some surprise.
"That's right. She keeps watch for four hours every day, but she doesn't speak. She just sits on a small stool, seemingly lost in thought," the black-clad scout reported respectfully.
"Oh?" Gu Xiju nodded, lowering his eyes, and asked, "Have you found out the young master's background?"
The scout looked troubled: "I only know that your surname is He, but I don't know what kind of business you do for a living, and that your family is quite well-off."
"So mysterious?" Gu Xiju scoffed. "There are things that even your Shadow Clan can't uncover?"
The black-clad scout quickly prostrated himself on his knees: "Alliance Leader, you jest. That young master seems to have quite a background. Please grant us a few more days, and Wu Peng will certainly investigate thoroughly."