Although he didn’t know what kind of Realm-breaking Object Zhao Ya considered special, Mo Qi didn’t pursue the question further.
After Zhao Ya left, he turned to look at Rao Mingyue nearby.
Although the blood in Rao Mingyue’s mouth had long stopped, most of his teeth had been knocked out, meaning he could never sing again.
After all, without teeth, even speaking was windy, let alone singing.
Thinking of this, Mo Qi felt full of regret and guilt.
If it wasn’t because of him, this young man with amazing operatic talent wouldn’t have ended up like this.
He pondered for a moment and then sighed lightly, "Mingyue, it’s my fault for implicating you. If you don’t mind, I would like to take you as my disciple and teach you Martial Dao and Medical Skill."
Rao Mingyue reacted quickly. Upon hearing this, he immediately knelt on the ground, respectfully knocking his head three times, then looking up full of hope, he said.
"Master, can you teach me Piano Skill?"
Piano Skill?
Mo Qi chuckled wryly.
Many people were covetous of his Martial Arts and Medical Skill, yet this young man was only interested in his Piano Skill.
He nodded, "Of course, as long as you want to learn, I will teach you."
Rao Mingyue was overjoyed at hearing this.
In his opinion, although he could no longer sing opera, becoming a Qin Master was not bad either.
Just as Mo Qi was taking Rao Mingyue as his disciple, Zhao Ya had already returned to the Shang Family.
By then, the courtyard walls had been rebuilt, and the shattered floor tiles had been cleared away.
Shang Luoluo was busy directing people to plant flowers and plants in the courtyard.
When she saw Zhao Ya, her expression became slightly unnatural.
She had impulsively kissed Zhao Ya earlier, and now thinking about it, her face was still a bit flushed.
As for Zui’Er, she didn’t notice any oddities and cheerfully embraced a large stack of invitations, speaking to Zhao Ya.
"Ya, these are the invitations sent today, all inviting you."
Zhao Ya picked up a few and looked at them; they were invitations from various business associations in Yan Capital City.
They were full of compliments, but they were essentially invitations to a meal, a chat, and a discussion of potential cooperation.
Zhao Ya knew this was the fallout from his encounter with Yan Xizhao, which ended in a draw.
These merchants had a keen sense of opportunity, and at the whiff of news, they smelled a business opportunity.
So before he truly gained fame, they rushed to ingratiate themselves with him.
This way, even if cooperation didn’t succeed, they would at least leave a good impression, a kind of early investment.
If it were someone else, they might really have been unable to resist, drowning in the sea of flattery.
Not to mention a young man barely in his twenties, even seasoned Jianghu veterans sometimes couldn’t resist such temptation.
But Zhao Ya was different.
As someone who had lived two lives, he had an exceptionally firm and mature mind.
So, seeing this thick stack of invitations, he felt no emotional ripple, merely flicking through a couple before saying to Zui’Er.
"Throw them all away."
"Ah?" Zui’Er was somewhat surprised.
"So many people inviting you, Ya, you’re not going to any of them?"
"No, if they really want to see me, they would come to visit in person. These are just asides; if I went, I’d be ridiculed in secret for lacking dignity."
Only then did Zui’Er realize, and she disdainfully flung the invitations aside.
She had previously treasured these invitations as if they were precious, only to find out they were just trash.
No wonder Luoluo had been giving her strange looks, as if trying not to laugh.
Zui’Er thought angrily to herself.
At this moment, Shang Jingchuan came back from outside.
Even though he didn’t have an official position yet, Shang Jingchuan was never idle, always busy.
He was either visiting colleagues or understanding public sentiments, always out and about.
But today, he seemed different from usual, full of joy, humming a tune as if encountering something very happy.
Upon seeing Zhao Ya and Shang Luoluo, before anyone could ask, he promptly laughed.
"Hahaha, today is truly delightful, tell the kitchen to prepare a few extra dishes tonight, I want to have a good drink."
"Father, what happened today to make you so happy?" Shang Luoluo asked.
"It’s about the Four Seas Gang. Today, I was drinking and listening to music with a few colleagues at Changping Square when we heard chaos outside. After inquiring, we discovered that a Hall Master and many gang members of the Four Seas Gang had been killed!"
As he said this, Shang Jingchuan’s face revealed excitement, "The Four Seas Gang is full of corruption, and their gang members are unruly. Now that so many social scum have died, isn’t this a great thing?"
Hearing this, Shang Luoluo instinctively glanced at Zhao Ya.
Zhao Ya smiled, "Shang, what you said is right, there’s no end to these scums dying."
"Hahaha, well said. Tonight we must have a good drink," Shang Jingchuan said joyously, before vividly describing today’s events at Changping Square.
"The Four Seas Gang is too arrogant. After merely losing a Hall Master, they dared to raid brothels openly during the day. Even the place we were drinking wasn’t spared. If it wasn’t for the owner vouching for us, even we, as imperial officials, would have been subjected to a search. It’s truly detestable."