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"Have my scenes been arranged?"
"No."
"That's boring."
After venting his frustrations, Qi Xiaomian added more scenes for himself the next day.
Wang Kuan, despite his injuries, limped back in front of the Steward, looking anxious. "My mother's condition has worsened again, Steward. I'm begging you, either help me find a doctor or lend me some money, or... or just point me in the right direction. My mother raised me all by herself; it hasn't been easy. If she goes, what will I do?"
This time, Wang Kuan chose a bustling street filled with people for his plea, naturally attracting quite a crowd. The Steward gritted his teeth in frustration but could only offer kind words, leading Wang Kuan to a secluded spot before giving him a beating. It was best if he scared him enough to leave him unable to move.
Thinking this way, he acted accordingly. Just as Wang Kuan was about to be dragged away, Qi Xiaomian appeared on his tall horse, greeting the pitiful Wang Kuan and scolding the Steward. Before leaving, he told the Steward that if Wang Kuan needed anything, he could come to him because of Sang Qingxiao's connection.
When Sang Qingxiao learned of this incident, Qi Xiaomian received an eye roll in response. He laughed and said that after being beaten yesterday, Wang Kuan might end up with broken limbs today and perhaps even lose his life tomorrow. Xiao Ye would protect him.
This move was also meant to apply pressure on them; if Wang Kuan found himself without help, he might turn to me, which they absolutely could not allow. Anyone who visited the Office of Censors would have most secrets unearthed, and as a result, their residence and those behind them would be at risk.
If Wang Kuan were smart, he would mention me a few more times in front of them; the more he did so, the more afraid they would become and act quickly. Indeed, Wang Kuan took advantage of that meeting but only mentioned me twice before they moved against him.
Only by striking decisively could one achieve lasting results. Perhaps it was because he had borrowed too much before and wanted revenge; perhaps it was due to how harshly he had tormented the Steward these past few days; or maybe it was because of a recent interest from Yongxin Marquis.
Surprisingly, they refrained from killing him outright and instead opted for a stealthy approach—covering him with a black sack and tossing him onto a carriage without any checks at the city gate. The carriage traveled deep into the mountains and entered an inconspicuous cave; after quite some time, they emerged into an open area.
Finally arriving at their destination, Wang Kuan had long been inquiring about this place and vaguely knew it was a place for entertainment but had never found the entrance until now. Entering the tiger's den meant that his plans were halfway realized; seeing Xiao Ye occasionally popping up beside him brought him some comfort.
Once the sack was lifted off him, he saw the Steward with a mischievous grin on his face as he launched into a lengthy tirade of threats—much of the pent-up frustration from previous days dissipated significantly.
"Let's send this delicate beauty covered in wounds—Wang Xuezi—to the Chrysanthemum Courtyard first; just clean her up without worrying about her injuries. Some important figures here have a taste for this kind of thing; it tugs at one's heartstrings."
Wang Kuan's face turned pale with fear upon hearing this. "What do you mean? Why have you brought me here? My mother is still lying sick in bed!"
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