Si Wennian returned to his mansion and drank two sips of cold tea to calm his nerves.
he thought.
Speaking of which, Lu Dongjun directly attempting to kill Monkey Qiu was something Si Wennian hadn’t anticipated. What surprised him even more was that Lu Dongjun actually had designs on Duan Shaoxia, his sister-in-law. At her single sentence, Lu Dongjun had ceased his assault.
Thinking of this, Si Wennian rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling a wave of fear. He felt trouble was imminent.
With this thought, he quickly called for his servant, Xiao Qing, "Qingzi, pack my baggage. I have an urgent matter and need to go to the train station. Qingzi? Do you hear me?"
After calling out several times with no response, Si Wennian realized something was seriously wrong.
He got up to walk outside his residence, only to see Lu Yuanshan, the eldest young master of the Lu Family, walking in.
"Elder Si, in such a hurry? Where are you off to?"
Si Wennian shivered and backed away two steps. "Young Master, why have you come?"
Lu Yuanshan smiled. "I came to see you, didn’t I? You just visited my family’s home, correct? It’s only polite for me, as a junior, to return the gesture and show I haven’t forgotten my manners."
Si Wennian panicked. "Young Master, I was following Second Master’s orders to go to the main residence. I didn’t mean to stir up trouble."
Lu Yuanshan frowned. "I didn’t mention the main residence. You’ve been inside, I’ve been outside, and you haven’t invited me in this whole time. Is that appropriate?"
Si Wennian, originally planning to rush out of his residence, retreated back into the main hall after hearing Lu Yuanshan’s words and invited him in. he reasoned.
Once inside the main hall, Si Wennian immediately regretted it.
It was at this moment that he realized he had been influenced by a Literature Cultivation Technique.
Wenwu Arts were the orthodox cultivation methods of prominent families. Lu Yuanshan, bolstered by numerous Elixirs, had reached the Fourth Level of Literary Cultivation, and in his panic, Si Wennian had fallen for the Spouting Lotus technique.
"Elder Si, I’ve arrived, and you haven’t even offered a cup of tea?" Lu Yuanshan continued to find fault with his etiquette.
Si Wennian replied, "Young Master, please wait a moment. I’ll brew you a pot of tea."
"Make sure it’s good tea; don’t be stingy!" Lu Yuanshan settled into a chair, waiting for Si Wennian’s tea.
Si Wennian returned to the entrance of the living room, intending to seize the opportunity to escape, but then he saw Monkey Qiu walking towards him.
"You don’t need to go out to brew a cup of tea, do you? Don’t tell me you have to buy the tea leaves fresh?" Monkey Qiu patted Si Wennian’s cheek.
Si Wennian retreated, stammering an explanation, "Butler Qiu, Master Qiu, my actions weren’t aimed at you! The Second Master forced me. I truly didn’t intend to target you..."
"Really?" Qiu Zhiheng smiled. "But today, I’m here specifically for you. Fifth Layer Bitter Cultivator, you’ve really brought disaster upon me."
「Ten minutes later.」
Lu Yuanshan, holding Si Wennian’s head, boarded the carriage together with Qiu Zhiheng.
As the eldest son of Lu Dongliang, Lu Yuanshan had seen some of the world. He had personally killed Si Wennian, yet his expression at this moment was extraordinarily calm.
Qiu Zhiheng said from the side, "In the future, leave this kind of work to me. For the next few days, you and Young Master Yuan Hai shouldn’t leave the house casually."
Lu Yuanshan laughed. "Uncle Qiu, you misspoke there. My mother told me that your life is more precious than ours, my brother’s and mine. Only if you’re alive can we brothers survive. From now on, I’ll handle these rough tasks."
In truth, this wasn’t just a rough task. Lu Yuanshan was a calculating person, and this was an excellent opportunity to establish authority within the family.
Qiu Zhiheng understood his meaning and didn’t try to dissuade him further. "Let’s hurry back home. We must be prepared for Lu Dongjun catching us off guard."
Lu Yuanshan made a suggestion. "Uncle Qiu, relying on you alone for everything means there will definitely be times when you’re overwhelmed. Why don’t we call Head Zuo back? The past incident wasn’t really his fault."
Qiu Zhiheng nodded. "I’ve already sent people to find out Zuo Wugang’s whereabouts."
Zuo Wugang was currently waiting in the entrance hall of Miss Chu Er’s residence; Yang Yanzheng had just gone in to relay a message.
Miss Chu Er fiercely pinched and twisted her own Fatty Peach, but feeling it wasn’t painful enough, she ordered a maidservant to fetch a pair of pliers. Yang Yanzheng took the opportunity to bring up Zuo Wugang’s situation.
Miss Chu Er was taken aback. "Zuo Wugang wants to come and serve under me? That Chief Custodian of the Lu Family? If I remember correctly, that man didn’t lift a finger the night Lu Dongliang was in trouble, did he?"
"The situation at the time was special; Zuo Wugang didn’t have an opportunity to act," Yang Yanzheng explained.
Clearly dissatisfied with Zuo Wugang, Miss Chu Er said, "When Lu Dongliang was in trouble, he had no chance to act. When Lu Dongliang’s entire family was in trouble, he also had no chance to act. Tell me, when will he ever be able to act?"
Yang Yanzheng made one last plea on behalf of Zuo Wugang. "Miss, Zuo Wugang is a Sixth Layer Martial Cultivator. Such people are hard to come by."