Li Banfeng said, "And then, because her achievements were too great and overshadowed her superiors, she was thrown into the dungeon?"
"Yes. Inside the dungeon, she lived a life worse than a dog’s."
"And then there was war again, and Zhao Xiaowan was sent to the battlefield?"
"Yes. You see how subservient she was? Told to go to war, she just went, fighting with all her might!"
"And then she died on the battlefield?"
His wife laughed for a long while. "If she had died on the battlefield, it would have been a decent end; she wouldn’t have lived her life in vain. But she was betrayed by her own subordinates. She didn’t die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of her own people! Tell me, how worthless is this wretch’s life? Don’t you think her life is a joke?"
"Wife, I’ve made up my mind. We must deal with this House Spirit."
"Husband, are you truly doing this to avenge your Little Servant?"
"Truly!" Li Banfeng answered very decisively.
"Husband, if you have this intention, then I... I am content. Husband, truly, don’t go..." His wife’s voice shook, and her entire body trembled.
Li Banfeng looked at his wife and calmly asked, "Wife, can you really swallow this grievance?"
"Your Little Servant can withstand it, your Little Servant, your Little Servant..."
HUFF. HUFF. HUFF.
Steam billowed out, its speed quickening.
The Phonograph spun rapidly, the drumbeats growing more urgent.
Lurid flames reflected off the mirror surface. Throughout the main room, the flash of swords, the clamor of battle, and unceasing cries and shouts of killing filled the air.
"Your Little Servant can’t bear it! Dying at anyone else’s hands would be fine, but dying at that wretch’s hands—your Little Servant cannot bear it!" his wife suddenly roared. "Day and night, I dream of killing that wretch! Even in my dreams, I want to kill her!"
Li Banfeng nodded and said, "The time has come. We’ll act now. I’ll first find a way to lure that House Spirit into our room. The rest will depend on our abilities as husband and wife."
"Husband, how can you lure her into the room?"
"The same old method. I’ll call her by her name in person, to make her recognize me as her master."
"She cannot see, nor hear. How would she know you called her name?"
"I’ll touch her first."
"Husband!" Flames three feet high shot out of the Phonograph’s case as it roared, "Why would you touch that wretch?"
"Wife, calm your anger."
"I will write on her body, write her name, and she will naturally understand my intentions."
His wife calmed down after a while, the flames slowly retreating back into the Phonograph’s case.
"That is indeed a method, but that wretch has a violent temperament. If you touch her as soon as you enter, you are bound to suffer. She might strike you directly."
"If she attacks, I’ll leave immediately. That’s all."
"Husband, if you wait for her to attack before you flee, it will be too late. She is one of the Traveling Cultivator Leaders. Although her Soul is not complete and her physique is weak, in terms of agility, you’re definitely not her match. With your current cultivation level, to deal with this wretch, you must rely on wit, not force. Perhaps, Husband, you can cater to her tastes and bring her some gifts to let her lower her guard first."
Li Banfeng thought for a moment and asked, "What about Ocean Dollars?"
His wife thought about it and expressed approval. "That wretch truly loves money. Ocean Dollars are indeed good, but since she cannot see, I’m afraid they won’t be enough to sway her."
"Wife, what do you think if I send some Rouge to her?"
The Phonograph became angry again. "Husband, how can you send Rouge to that wretch? Don’t you know that Rouge isn’t something to be given away casually?"
"Wife, calm down!"
"I’m giving her Rouge to gain her favor, to make her temporarily lower her guard."
GASP. GASP.
After catching her breath for a long while, his wife calmed down again. "Don’t buy overly expensive Rouge; just get some cheap kind from the street."
"Wife, I’m serious about this. Buying good Rouge will make it easier to sway her."
"She doesn’t like fine Rouge. The cheap, common kind sold on the streets is exactly to her liking."
Li Banfeng comforted her, "Wife, don’t be upset about this. Are you still holding a grudge because she said you used two-cent Rouge?"
His wife retorted angrily, "So what if I use two-cent Rouge? She herself would treasure even one-cent Rouge! We’re both of such lowly status; what right does she have to criticize me?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "I’ll prepare the Rouge. What other gifts would be suitable?"
After careful thought, his wife said, "That wretch loves vanity. Bring her some flowers—the more fragrant, the better."
"Husband, prepare the gifts well. Don’t rush to act. Wait until that formidable aura of hers weakens a little before you approach her."
Li Banfeng nodded. "I’ve noted it down."
"Husband, if you feel her aura intensifying, retreat to the house immediately, as fast as you can. Just get back here. We can discuss how you’ll get out again once you’re back."
"Rest assured, Wife."
"Husband, that wretch is small-minded. When you write on her, don’t write on any vital spots, lest you anger her."
"Don’t worry, I know the proper limits."
"Husband, that wretch is very concerned about face. Be polite to her and absolutely do not argue with her."
"She can’t even hear. How could I argue with her?"
"Husband, that wretch genuinely loves money. When you bring the gifts, take Silver Yuan too. Even if she can’t see them, she might be able to smell them."
"Alright, I’ll take them."
"Husband, you must remember, that wretch is not Zhao Xiaowan."
Li Banfeng was surprised. "Then what is her name?"
"That wretch’s name is Hong Ying."
Li Banfeng was dumbfounded.
"There are many erroneous rumors in the world. Hong Ying isn’t a spear; she’s just proficient with a Long Spear."
"She’s not Zhao Xiaowan?"
"No," his wife answered very confidently.
"Then who is Zhao Xiaowan?"
His wife fell into silence again.
"Wife, are you..."
"Husband!" From the Phonograph, that song ’Sweetheart’ drifted out again. The singing was still so tender, but his wife’s speech had become slightly stammered, "You are your Little Servant’s master, my pi-pillar of support, Husband! Your Little Servant’s revenge can be foregone, but Husband, you must return safely!"
PS: Honest people don’t tell lies; yesterday’s Chapter was nuclear! Everyone, tomorrow is the 1st. Please give all your guaranteed monthly tickets to Shala!