The Liu Family’s Daughter left the table in anger.
Wang Yunteng called after her, but failed to stop her, so he chased out.
Wang Sandong, feeling guilty, said regretfully, “This is my fault. I meant well, trying to arrange a match, but who’d have thought it would turn out like this.”
After speaking, he glanced at A-Gui, who was lying unconscious on the ground, then turned to Zheng Xiao and said, “Zheng Xiao, take a look and see if A-Gui can still be saved.”
Zheng Xiao was about to step forward when she saw A-Gui slowly regain consciousness.
He absolutely did not dare let Zheng Xiao seize his pulse point to examine him; if she did, his identity as a Demonic Cultivator would be exposed. Letting out a painful groan, A-Gui sat up with difficulty, raised a hand to cover his slapped cheek, and said, “S-s… Young Master, this servant…”
The door was pushed open, and Wang Yunteng returned from outside.
He actually couldn’t be bothered about his sister-in-law’s life or death; he had only chased after her out of courtesy.
Seeing that A-Gui had woken up, Wang Yunteng breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “Are you alright?”
Of course, A-Gui was fine.
Although the slap from the Liu Family’s Daughter was vicious, it could not harm him in the slightest.
“Thank you for your concern, Master Teng. This servant is fine,” A-Gui said, supporting himself against the wall as he stood up.
Wang Yunteng frowned, looked at Wang Sandong, and said, “You really know how to cause me trouble.”
“I meant well…”
“Come off it, you think I can’t see what you’re up to?”
Wang Yunteng sat down, drank some tea, and sighed, “I know you wanted to help me vent. But… ah.”
He sighed, pondered for a moment, then suddenly couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Not gonna lie, seeing her lose her composure like that felt pretty satisfying.”
Wang Sandong laughed along and flatly denied, “Brother Teng, don’t talk nonsense. I simply wanted to arrange a match, absolutely no other intention. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Then he looked at A-Gui and asked, “A-Gui, is your face alright?”
He tilted his head to look, then showed suspicion, “Eh? A-Gui, your face didn’t swell at all. That Sister Liu has a Second Rank cultivation. After that slap just now, you passed out, but your face isn’t injured. How strange.”
A-Gui inwardly cursed Wang Sandong for being a blabbermouth, lowering his head and not daring to meet the eyes of Zheng Xiao and Yuan Di.
His mind raced, and he said, “This servant has been slapped by his parents often since childhood, so I’m used to it.”
Hearing this, Yuan Di narrowed her eyes.
Zheng Xiao pursed her lips in a smile and picked up her tea cup to drink.
Wang Sandong looked very curious and said, “Can this kind of thing really be trained?”
“It’s possible,” A-Gui’s voice was like a mosquito’s buzz, afraid that Wang Sandong would keep pressing him.
If he aroused the suspicion of Zheng Xiao and Yuan Di, it would be very troublesome.
“It’s just… Young Master, this servant feels a bit dizzy and would like to go back and rest.”
“Dizzy? Let Zheng Xiao take a look at you,” Wang Sandong replied.
‘Damn your mother’s eggs’—A-Gui cursed inwardly, but respectfully replied, “I wouldn’t dare trouble the esteemed one. Going back to rest will be enough.”
“Don’t take it lightly,” Wang Sandong sighed.
“Today’s matter is my fault. If something happens to you, my conscience would be uneasy.”
Then he teased, “You say the right things, but who knows how you’re cursing me in your heart.”
“I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!”
A-Gui replied quickly, then said, “The Young Master also meant well. This servant is not ungrateful. I only ask the Young Master to let me go back and rest.”
Wang Sandong was not about to let him off easily.
He was intent on making Zheng Xiao discover A-Gui’s identity as a Demonic Cultivator.
So, he continued to insist, “Let Zheng…”
“Brother Dong,” Yuan Di suddenly spoke, interrupting Wang Sandong’s words. She smiled slightly and said, “He’s just a servant. He said he’s fine, so why bother with him?”
As she spoke, she picked up the teapot and poured tea for Wang Sandong.
“Have some tea and calm down. Your health isn’t suited for excitement.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Sandong’s mind raced.
He went along with the words and said, “Ah, indeed. From just now until now, my heart has been pounding.”
He raised a hand to his chest, glanced at A-Gui, and said, “Since you say it’s nothing, then withdraw. If you feel unwell, be sure to speak up.”
A-Gui quickly agreed and withdrew from the private room.
After leaving the Qing Tea House, A-Gui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, that bastard Yuan Di was cold-blooded and never cared about the life or death of irrelevant people.
Although Zheng Xiao was chivalrous and righteous, she was used to being high and mighty and also didn’t care much about the lives of lowly people.
Otherwise, I might not have gotten away unscathed today.
He also thought of that Liu Family’s Daughter.
A flash of cold and sinister aura passed through A-Gui’s eyes.
He swore that he absolutely would not let that pig see the sun of tomorrow!
At this moment, the sun slanted toward the western hills.
The already no longer scorching sunlight spilled down, falling into the private room on the second floor of the Qing Tea House.
“Don’t worry,” Zheng Xiao saw that Wang Sandong was absent-minded and thought he was still worried about A-Gui’s injuries.
“That servant of yours speaks with a full and strong voice; he’s fine.”
“Is that so? That’s quite rare,” Wang Sandong said with great curiosity.
“I still find it strange. Can the skin really be trained to be this resistant to blows?”
He tried hard to make Zheng Xiao suspicious.
Zheng Xiao laughed and said, “It’s normal for a servant from a noble family to have some skills, right? The old servant who sweeps the floor at my house has a Third Rank cultivation. Your servant is just resistant to blows; is there a need to make a fuss?”
Wang Sandong was speechless.
He finally understood why Zheng Xiao had never become suspicious.
Fortunately, Yuan Di seemed to have noticed something.
Wang Sandong felt that given Yuan Di’s personality of “not minding others’ business and staying aloof,” her sudden interruption just now must have had a reason.
Alas, do what one can and leave the rest to fate.
“Yeah, I guess,” Wang Sandong brushed it off and looked at Wang Yunteng, saying, “Brother Teng, what gift did you prepare for Cui Er?”
“Not decided yet,” Wang Yunteng said.
“Should I give a sword? Or a fine jade? In principle, I should give a sword—a fine sword for a hero. But fine jade is easy to find; just spend money. A good sword is not easy to get.”
Wang Sandong thought that made sense, turned to Zheng Xiao, and asked, “Do you know artifact forging? Could you help forge a sword? The price is negotiable.”
Zheng Xiao was startled, somewhat surprised.
She looked at Wang Sandong and said, “It’s been a long time since anyone asked me to forge artifacts.”
She was one of the Nine Surnamed Kings, of exalted status.
Even the junior members of the Zheng Clan would not dare casually ask her to forge artifacts.
Moreover…
“I’m not very good at it.”
“Not very good means you can forge, right?”
Wang Sandong asked with a smile.
Zheng Xiao looked at Wang Sandong’s smiling face and laughed along, “Mmm, I can.”
“Miss Zheng knows artifact forging?”
Wang Yunteng was very surprised, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
“Artifact forging is different from alchemy. Without a Fifth Rank cultivation, one cannot forge artifacts.”
Zheng Xiao nodded slightly and said, “I can forge passably. But my skill is average.”
Wang Yunteng’s mouth twitched.
He found that he had underestimated this future sister-in-law.
She looked so young, yet she had a Fifth Rank cultivation and could also forge artifacts—truly impressive.
Generally speaking, within noble families, any woman with a promising future would only take in a husband, not marry out.
The Zheng Clan actually was willing to marry off such a talent to Third Brother, who was about to die…
Strange, very strange.
“What does ‘average’ mean?”
Wang Sandong asked with a smile.
“Compared to Ghost Axe and Divine Craft, how much worse is it?”
Zheng Xiao laughed and said, “Far inferior. Ghost Axe refines the Yin, Divine Craft refines the Yang. Although their cultivation isn’t high, their artifact forging skill is unparalleled in the world—there’s no third. Me? I just know a tiny bit of the basics. I wouldn’t dare compare myself to them.”
At the mention of “Ghost Axe,” Wang Sandong suddenly remembered something.
With more and more memories returning, he had actually forgotten the previous deal with Zheng Xiao to “kill Chen Youde.”
A thought stirred, and Wang Sandong asked with a smile, “Have you ever met ‘Ghost Axe and Divine Craft’?”
“I’ve met Divine Craft. I went to his house and had some drinks,” Zheng Xiao replied.
“The wine used for forging artifacts was very spicy, average in taste.”
She laughed once, then said, “As for Ghost Axe…”
She shook her head.
“That person is very elusive. Not many have seen him.”
“Oh? Divine Craft didn’t give you any pointers on artifact forging?”
Wang Sandong asked.
“He taught me a little.”
“Ha, then quickly forge me a sword. I’ll give it as a gift to Cui Er,” Wang Sandong said, then looked at Wang Yunteng and laughed, “Brother Teng, do you think Cui Er will laugh to death if he gets this gift…”
Wang Yunteng, who was staring at Zheng Xiao with a shocked face, heard Wang Sandong’s words and gave a dry laugh, saying, “Probably.”
Then he looked at Zheng Xiao and asked, “May I ask, Miss Zheng… what is your cultivation level?”
Zheng Xiao smiled calmly and replied, “Eighth Rank.”
“Eighth Rank?!”
Wang Yunteng exclaimed in shock.
Then, realizing his impropriety, he subconsciously shrank his shoulders.
When he looked at Zheng Xiao again, there was a trace of awe in his eyes.
“As far as I know, the only one in the Zheng Clan with an Eighth Rank cultivation is that Nine Surnamed King—’Righteous Butcher’.”
Zheng Xiao smiled and nodded, “Correct.”
“Then… then you… you… you…”
Wang Yunteng stuttered.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Zheng Xiao and Wang Sandong, occasionally glancing at Yuan Di’s face as she leisurely drank tea, eventually landing on Wang Sandong’s face, his eyes full of a plea for help.
“Third Brother, she… sister-in-law… no… Senior she…”
Wang Sandong’s mouth twitched and said, “She is the ‘Righteous Butcher.’ Brother Teng, you didn’t know?”
“I… I…”
Wang Yunteng still stuttered, the shock on his face becoming more obvious.
After a long while, he swallowed with difficulty and then asked cautiously, “Third Brother, do you mean… your fiancée…”
He looked at Zheng Xiao, then at Wang Sandong, “…is the Righteous Butcher?”
“Yes.”
“One of the Nine Surnamed Kings, Zheng the Butcher?”
“Yes.”
“The elder sister of the Zheng Family Head?”
“Yes.”
“The grand-aunt of the Zheng Clan?”
The Zheng Family Head, Zheng Xiao, and Wang Fa were of the same generation.
Therefore, the grandchildren of Wang Fa, such as Wang Jinghong, Wang Yunteng, and Wang Sandong, should all address Zheng Xiao as “Grand-Aunt,” just like the grandchildren of the Zheng Family Head would.
Wang Sandong smiled and nodded, replying, “Yes. But… let’s not go by that.”
Suddenly struck by mischief, Wang Sandong looked at Zheng Xiao and said, “From now on, I’ll call you Grand-Aunt, and you call me husband. How about that?”
Zheng Xiao held back a laugh, raised her hand and pressed her index finger against her upper lip, and replied in an old-fashioned tone, “Childish.”
“Haha!”
Wang Sandong laughed heartily.
He laughed so hard that his face turned red and he was out of breath.
Seeing this, Yuan Di quickly and considerately patted Wang Sandong’s chest, advising, “Brother Dong, don’t get too excited. Calm down.”
As she looked at Wang Sandong’s somewhat smug expression, she pondered whether to control Cui San’er’s corpse to climb into Wang Sandong’s bed in the middle of the night.
If she actually did that, given Wang Sandong’s fragile small body, he would probably be scared to death on the spot.
Wang Sandong raised his hand and placed it on Yuan Di’s hand that was on his chest, feeling the softness of this hand, but he couldn’t help feeling worried in his heart.
The more docile Yuan Di was, the more uneasy Wang Sandong felt…
He was certain that Yuan Di was currently brewing some terrible method to punish him.
Zheng Xiao watched their intimate behavior, then looked at Wang Sandong, a trace of envy appearing on her face.
Recalling her own turbulent life, she remarked emotionally, “To be able to die laughing is not necessarily a bad fate.”
Wang Sandong caught his breath and sighed emotionally, “With a life holding beauties on both sides, I wouldn’t want to die.”
The three of them chatted back and forth, completely ignoring the dumbfounded Wang Yunteng.
His own weak, sickly third brother was actually chatting and laughing with the Nine Surnamed King Zheng the Butcher, and even their relationship was…
Was he dreaming?
Zheng Xiao…
So Zheng the Butcher’s real name was Zheng Xiao.
So Zheng Xiao was Zheng the Butcher.
So Zheng the Butcher and Zheng Xiao were the same person…
Wang Yunteng’s brain was having a bit of trouble working.
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