"Young Master Jiang, what are you thinking about?"
asked Miss Chu Yuyan.
"I’m just curious—why do you insist on having pass this book to Sister Dong?"
Jiang Feng said.
This was the part he couldn’t figure out.
Logically, if the Seventh Prince wanted to win over Han Dong, he could have picked anyone to deliver the account book straight to Han Dong. Why bother using Chu Yuyan as a go-between, then have Jiang Feng pass it on?
"I already told you, there are so things I just can’t explain to you. I can tell—you don’t like being disturbed, especially not being bothered. Just hand this book to Han Dong for , and I won’t trouble you again."
Chu Yuyan said with a smile.
She poured Jiang Feng a glass of wine.
Jiang Feng looked at Chu Yuyan’s delicate, jade-like hand.
He reached out and caught it.
Then said, "Miss Chu is a fad beauty of Dragon Capital. Countless sons of noble families are drawn to you like moths to a fla. For , Jiang Feng, to have a mont alone with you must be the accumulated blessing of eight generations. How could there be any talk of ’trouble’?"
"Then why did you move out of Chaoyang Alley?"
Chu Yuyan didn’t rush to pull her hand away.
"Sister Dong broke protocol to promote to Prison Chief. How could my old courtyard match my status now? You didn’t know, but the night you ca to find , Sister Dong was actually on her way to have a drink with . Otherwise I couldn’t have let you leave disappointed."
Jiang Feng chuckled slyly.
With a yank, he pulled Chu Yuyan into his arms.
Beauty in his embrace.
Jiang Feng felt his qi blood surge.
His breathing sped up.
As if a raging fire was burning inside him.
He was just about to press Chu Yuyan down onto her seat.
"Prison Chief Jiang, you haven’t touched your wine, but you’re already drunk."
Chu Yuyan’s hand, slippery as an eel, quickly slipped from Jiang Feng’s grip. She broke free from his embrace. A flash of anger crossed her face—clearly she hadn’t expected Jiang Feng’s true nature to show so quickly.
As expected, n are never good news.
"Miss Chu, I..."
Jiang Feng looked at his now empty arms, obviously startled.
"Young Master Jiang, you drink your wine—I’ll play the zither for you."
Chu Yuyan gave a graceful smile.
She sat down to play, giving Jiang Feng no chance to approach.
The sound of the zither ca once again.
This ti, it no longer had that heart-tugging, irresistible magic from before. Instead, there was a surge of sword qi, making one instinctively want to keep their distance from Chu Yuyan.
Jiang Feng was stunned for a second.
He couldn’t help but shake his head.
Unknowingly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
When Chu Yuyan finished playing, she asked, "Young Master Jiang, what did you think of my music?"
"Gulp!"
Jiang Feng swallowed hard.
He picked up the account book on the table.
Stood up and said, "Miss Chu, your talent is extraordinary; your music lingers in the air. I’m truly impressed. It’s getting late, I’d better head back."
"Take care, Young Master. Don’t forget to give the book to Grand Commander Han."
Chu Yuyan nodded.
"Of course, I won’t forget."
Jiang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried off.
"Hmph!"
After Jiang Feng left the Elegant Garden,
Chu Yuyan glanced at her wrist, now red from Jiang Feng’s grip, snorted coldly, and flicked a note from her zither.
Below the pavilion, a lotus leaf in the pond was instantly sliced open.
"Just a little Prison Chief—how much ability can he really have?"
Chu Yuyan was bitterly disappointed in Jiang Feng.
After leaving the Elegant Garden,
Jiang Feng’s expression cald, but as he stared at the account book in his hand, his heart instinctively tightened again.
At present,
The Second Prince believed Han Dong was one of the Seventh Prince’s people.
The Seventh Prince believed Han Dong was the one who received the account book.
Han Dong herself knew nothing at all.
But given Han Dong’s ticulous mind, once she saw the account book, she’d definitely piece together many things.
She might even start to suspect him as well.
And as for this account book, Jiang Feng had no choice but to deliver it. Even if he didn’t cooperate with Chu Yuyan today, the Seventh Prince would find so other way to get it into Han Dong’s hands.
But by holding the account book and handing it over to Han Dong himself,
If anything happened, Jiang Feng would be the first to know.
"As long as I don’t slip up, even if Han Dong and the Seventh Prince confronted each other directly, they’d never know I was the one who passed the account book to Wu Tianxiong. Even if word reached the Second Prince, it wouldn’t be easy to trace back to for a while."
"Just pretend like I know nothing."
"Wait and see how things unfold!"
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
That’s all he could do for now.
"That woman’s body slled so damn good, I really wanted to just take her by force."
Thinking back to what had just happened, Jiang Feng’s mind drifted off.
Though his sudden loss of control was intentional, when Chu Yuyan entered his arms, Jiang Feng couldn’t help it—his heart pounded. He kind of regretted cultivating the Tai Chi Longevity Skill; it slowed down his ’quick draw’ speed.
Otherwise, with his Second Grade Refining Essence Realm cultivation,
even if there were hidden experts in Chu Yuyan’s Elegant Garden,
at least the rabbit would’ve gotten a nibble!
The next day.
Jiang Feng got up early to check his panel info.
Na: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 19889
Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Proficient)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievent ) Divine Arrow (Great Success ) Loulan Slash (Beginner )
Realm: Second Grade (Refining Essence)
Divine Power: Immortality
PS: In the future, techniques and skills that reach Great Perfection won’t be listed, to avoid padding the word count.
"Huh? Fortune Points rose over six thousand overnight?"
Seeing the change in Fortune Points, Jiang Feng was shocked.
"Could my actions yesterday really have worked?"
Jiang Feng thought of Chu Yuyan.
"That woman—can’t touch, can’t really get ahold of her. Cutting ties would save a lot of trouble."
Jiang Feng felt a bit of regret.
A while later, he t Uncle Huo at the alley entrance, and together they rushed off to Zhenbei Prison.
Upon arriving at the third floor, Jiang Feng, per custom, first delivered a dressing-down to the squad leaders, reminding his subordinates to keep the Four Don’ts philosophy in mind and to unwaveringly carry out and support his policy guidelines.
Then, bringing a few squad leaders along, he began patrolling his jurisdiction.
As he walked, Jiang Feng arrived outside Cell Six.
"Hmm? Where’s the old man?"
Jiang Feng found the sixth cell empty.
"Uh... No idea?"
Chief Wang, Chief Feng, and Chief Ma all looked at each other.
"Go fetch the prison guard on night duty."
Jiang Feng ordered.
"Reporting to Prison Chief Jiang: The prisoner in Cell Six tried to escape last night, was caught by Grand Commander Han, and is now locked in the torture chamber. Lord Mao is interrogating him at this very mont!"
The little prison guard on night shift reported.
"Oh?"
"You’re dismissed."
Jiang Feng paused, then grinned and waved the young guard away to rest.
"So that’s why my Fortune Points grew—it was because of this."
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
With the squad leaders, he continued inspecting the cells.
He couldn’t help but grow more impressed with Han Dong—she really wasn’t simple. Yesterday, after he’d told her about the suspicious old man, Han Dong didn’t act rashly, but instead kept an eye on things.
Last night, she personally apprehended the old man.
Not only did she stop him from escaping and dragging in the others—or affecting her political record—she also left him with nothing to say. If he tries to escape now, there’s no chance.
"Sister Dong, I wonder what you’ll think when you see the account book?"
Thinking of the account book, Jiang Feng sighed again.
After the inspection was done,
he took the account book and went to find Han Dong.
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