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He simply smiled faintly, "Murong Yin only knows principles, but not the times." Boss Zhang's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

If he still didn't know who this elegant man standing in front of him was, he might as well buy a block of tofu and kill himself.

Murong Yin!!

The renowned Murong family of Jiangnan, the Thirteenth Young Master Murong, is a name known to almost everyone in the martial arts world.

The Murong family of Jiangnan. One of the three great families in the martial arts world, they possess the Nine Kings Jade, which is said to be imprinted with the peerless martial arts technique. They are also well-versed in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, using a stone formation arranged in the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams as a defensive barrier for the Murong clan. Moreover, they are a family of kings, whose titles are hereditary and cannot be changed. They are a powerful family that even the current crown prince dares not easily offend.

Mr. Zhang threw down the chains, trembling.

He knelt down before Murong Yin, stammering, "I...I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please...Thirteenth Young Master, spare my life."

Murong Yin glanced at him, his brows gleaming like jade. "Untie the chains."

Mr. Zhang stood up in a panic.

He walked up to the trembling, cowering girl, but he himself was trembling even more violently than the girl, and was covered in cold sweat.

when--

The chains on the girl's hands fell to the ground, and her fair wrists were already covered with bloodstains.

Murong Yin remained silent.

He seemed to think for a moment, but still reached out and picked up the curled-up, thin girl, ignoring everyone else and only looking up at Yunniang.

He said calmly, "I'll take this girl with me, and I'll have someone send you 30,000 taels of silver."

Yunniang nodded repeatedly, humming her lips.

"The girls in your Red Sleeve Pavilion are all people with tragic fates..." Murong Yin sighed softly, "Boss Yun, you also suffered back then... why make things so difficult for others?"

His words, neither too loud nor too soft, carried a subtle air of authority.

These are the sentences.

Yunniang trembled slightly and knelt down. "Yunniang will never dare to torture the girls in Hongxiuzhao like this again. I hope Young Master Murong will spare Yunniang."

Murong Yin's expression was gentle, and he simply said, "That would be best."

He had already turned and left.

The tall, sturdy figure standing behind Murong Yin was Yuan Qing, a servant of the Murong family and also Murong Yin's personal attendant.

Yuan Qing glanced coldly at Boss Zhang, who was kneeling on the ground, and snorted, "You're lucky to have met our kind-hearted Young Master Murong Yin. Otherwise, I would have smashed you, you idiot, in two."

Mr. Zhang's clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Yuan Qing roared, "Get out of here! Are you waiting to get punched by your master Yuan?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Boss Zhang had already scrambled out of the crowd, not daring to look back, and disappeared in a flash.

Yuan Qing then turned around and followed Young Master Murong Yin.

An elegant pavilion overlooking the water.

The sky was ablaze with the glow of sunset, casting a soft red hue over the simple, elegant room. There were no lavish decorations or precious jewels, only a few bookshelves and a round table made of rosewood in the center of the room.

The girl, covered in wounds, sat at the round table. The dirt on her face and hands had been washed off, and she had changed into a clean, soft white dress.

However, the wounds on her wrists could not be completely cleaned.

now.

The gentle and serene Murong Yin, as refined as jade, sat opposite the girl. Her injured hand rested on the table, and he lowered his head, gently applying medicine to her.

The white powder landed on the girl's wound, and the slight sting made her flinch, as if she wanted to pull her hand back.

Murong Yin stopped what he was doing, looked up and smiled slightly, "Does it hurt? I'll be more careful. These wounds of yours need to be cleaned carefully so that they won't leave scars."

The brilliant sunset illuminated the ethereal smile on his face.

He seems to be so gentle to everyone.

The girl suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and hurriedly lowered her head. A faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

Murong Yin smiled gently and had already bandaged her wound.

The girl nervously withdrew her hands.

Suddenly, Yuan Qing's voice came from outside the door, "Thirteenth Young Master, I have brought the food over."

The door was pushed open.

The tall and strong Yuan Qing carried in the food and walked to the round rosewood table, where he placed the food in front of the girl.

A bowl of glistening rice, and a variety of side dishes.

The girl looked up at Murong Yin, who was sitting steadily opposite her.

Murong Yin nodded slightly, his smile warm and gentle, and his manner courteous. "Please enjoy, young lady. These are all prepared for you by my servants. I wonder if they suit your taste?"

The girl used her bandaged hand to pick up the chopsticks from the side.

She lowered her head, ate a mouthful of rice, then a mouthful of vegetables, and then looked up nervously at Murong Yin across from her, as if she was still afraid of something.