Suddenly, the old man with a full head of white head opened his eyes wide and asked, "And just what do you think the leader of the mojiao sect did when he found out Murong Yun Shu was poisoned?"
"What? Murong Yun Shu was poisoned? What kind of poison? Is she going to die? Grandpa, keep going. C'mon!" whined the granddaughter as she tucked on the old man's sleeve.
"Hold your horses, little girl," the old man laughed, "Don't worry. The leader of the mojiao sect is omnipotent. He would not let his lover dies."
The granddaughter lifted her nose and pressed on, "Then why isn't he in Jinling right now?"
"That's because he's in Shu Zhou!"
"What's he doing in Shu Zhou!"
"To take it up with King Liang, Jr, of course!" Old man banged on his drum forcefully, "Who do you think poisoned Murong Yun Shu? Chu Changge had already announced that if anything happened to Murong Yun Shu, the House of King Liang are doing down with her."
"What? He's going to kill a king?"
"That's nothing. To someone like Chu Changge, he could as easily kill a king much like squashing an ant."
"Killing a king is the kind of crime that gets your nine degree of relatives killed!" The granddaughter had a frightful look on her face.
The old man gently smooth his white beard, in a secretive way he said, "I don't think there's anyone in this earthly world who dare to kill Chu Changge's nine degree of relatives just yet."
"Are you lying, grandpa? Is he really that strong?"
The old man stroked his beard again, "Yes, nobody can measure up to him in our current times."
Right then and there, a few guards rushed up the stairs and arrested the two of them without saying a word.
The head guard waved his arm, "Take these rumor spreaders back to yamen1 for interrogation!"
As quickly as they came, they took the two storytellers away and the tea house restored it's peacefulness.
Lu'er couldn't helped but looked at the storytellers, and begged, "Miss, please save them."
Murong Yun Shu continued to sip her tea, as though she had seen nothing and heard nothing. After a long while, she finally said, "I don't think they will need my help....."
Feng Cheng heard that and praised, "You got good eyes."
Murong Yun Shu raised her brows and put down her tea cup, "So what exactly is that Soul Snatcher?"
"I thought you are not afraid of dying."
"I am afraid of not knowing how I die."
"Then I'm afraid you will continue to be afraid, since I have no idea what kind of poison it is." Feng Cheng sighed, "I have poured through every medical journal in the last three years, there was no mention of this Soul Snatcher. It was as though it just appeared out of thin air.
Murong Yun Shu lowered her head and pondered for a long while, then, as though talking to herself, she murmured, "Maybe, it's not poison."
Feng Cheng was surprised, "Then, what could it be?"
Murong Yun Shu shook her head, then mildly, "I don't know either." Then she felt back into deep thought. After a long while, she turned her tea cup in her hand, the got up and said, "Okay, I will treat you to wine."
"Great! I know there's a shop up town that has the best wine. What say we go there?" Feng Cheng got very excited when wine was mentioned.
Murong Yun Shu did not respond but started down the stairs.
Feng Cheng was baffled, was it because he wanted wine so much that he was hallucinating?
Lu'er felt bad for this pale-looking man so she said to him, "What my miss meant was, she was inviting you to go drink at Murong House."
"Oh, is that so...." Perhaps she wasn't that much similar to Xie Yue after all. Xie Yue was never so cryptic when she talked, nor was she so indifferent in her mannerism.
Once the main players had stepped out, the four guardians who had been ignored this entire time also followed them out of the tea house.
"Madam only had eyes for Feng Cheng!" North Guardian let out a sigh.
"Nonsense! Madam only has eyes for the boss." corrected West Guardian.
South Guardian took a look at the "couple" walking in front of them, "It really isn't a big deal if Madam has yes for other men. Boss already has so many enemies, what's another one?"
East Guardian nodded in agreement, smiling he said, "As long as that guy is not you or I."
"Of course not!" said South, West, and North Guardians in unison.
Being the boss's rival of love? That's unimaginably scary......
1. equivalent of police station in old times.
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