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Jianghu Children
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On the street, whether it was vendors, customers, or passersby, everyone scattered when the large bronze gong, which had been ringing for half a month, sounded. The once bustling street instantly became desolate.
He Hongxiu leaned against the Ebony Chair, her long dress flowing like water, her black hair as smooth as silk, and her fingers delicate like spring onions. If one were to overlook the golden whip she was flicking in her hand, the scene would indeed be quite pleasing to the eye.
A young man from the pavilion cautiously approached and asked, "Governing Lord, shall we begin?"
He Hongxiu nodded slightly.
On the other side, a three-foot red silk banner fluttered in the wind, boldly displaying the words: "Martial Arts Competition for Marriage."
Indeed. She—known in the martial world as the fearsome He Hongxiu—had been hosting this Martial Arts Competition for Marriage for half a month. It was one thing for no one to come forward to compete; there wasn't even a single shadow in sight. What was going on? Were they afraid that this female demon would unleash her beastly nature and recklessly attack? He Hongxiu ground her teeth in frustration, nearly breaking them. Her already scarce patience had worn thin.
In the distance, a figure galloped toward her.
Zhao Qixian was puzzled. Clearly, this was the prosperous Land of Fish and Rice; how could it be so desolate under the bright sun? As a Young Master of the Upright Aristocracy from Idle Manor, he rode into the street with righteous intent.
An eerie silence enveloped him. Only four burly men stood in an open area ahead. They all faced one direction, heads bowed in utmost respect. Was there some important figure arriving, prompting them to clear the way? Zhao Qixian thought to himself that as a Young Hero in the martial world, he should at least greet someone of stature if he encountered them.
Inside He Hongxiu's heart, it felt as though thousands of pink bubble-blowing horses were galloping past. She was so moved that she nearly shed tears. After enduring so many days of torment from this matchmaking event, it was finally coming to an end.
The young man in the pavilion saw the expression on the Governing Lord's face and immediately understood. Without waiting for He Hongxiu to speak, Zhao Qixian was openly dazzled under the bright sun and carried into the Red Sleeve Pavilion.
"Governing Lord, please maintain your composure," Zhao Qixian vaguely heard such a dialogue as he drifted into unconsciousness.
"Mother, are you getting married?" A clear, bell-like voice rang out.
"It's not about getting married; it's already done," came a slightly lazy female voice in response.
...Already married? Already married! Zhao Qixian recalled the last thing he saw before fainting—the sign for the "Martial Arts Competition for Marriage"—and his mind flashed with the phrase "Hanging Sheep's Head to Sell Dog Meat." What do you mean by "Martial Arts Competition for Marriage"? It was clearly a case of forcibly taking a man, a blatant act of coercion!
He struggled to open his eyes, and amidst the bright red surroundings, a pair of watery, big eyes sparkled as they looked at him. A chubby little finger poked at his cheek, and the apple-cheeked little girl excitedly turned back to report, "Mother, Mother, my stepfather is awake!"
"Stepfather?" Zhao Qixian's vision darkened again, and he collapsed back down.
"Wan Wan, you can go outside first," said the lazy voice.
Zhao Qixian peeked open one eye and saw the little girl named Wan Wan reluctantly leaving the room. Then, a woman in red stood before him. With a graceful gesture, she let a jade pendant hanging by silk threads drop right in front of his eyes. "Young Master of Idle Manor? I, He Hongxiu, must be quite lucky!"
He Hongxiu, the Governing Lord of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, which ranks just below Miaoyin Pavilion in their cult.
Zhao Qixian sat up and snatched his identity jade pendant back. "Governing Lord, you flatter me. But I must ask, Idle Manor and Red Sleeve Pavilion have never had any dealings. What game are you playing here?"
The enchanting woman with long brows and phoenix-like eyes showed no concern for his stiff tone; instead, she leaned closer to him and replied, "Who says there’s no connection? Isn’t this it?" Her cool fingers traced along his spine, teasingly gliding over his skin.
Zhao Qixian, known for his upright character, feigned calmness as he dodged her touch. "Governing Lord, please conduct yourself appropriately."
He Hongxiu did not pursue further; instead, she raised her beauty fan slightly to cover her lips and said with a smile, "Husband, your face has turned red."
"Mother, you've exposed yourself!" Wan Wan suddenly shouted, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
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