Chapter Twenty-Five: A Beauty Outside the City Sparks Fierce Rivalry Among the Crowd!
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Seeing Fu Gui’s eyes spinning with wild speculation, Zhao Ang knew he was imagining things again.
Still, whatever he was imagining, it was fine so long as it benefited him.
“All right, go take care of it!”
Zhao Ang gave the order and handed Fu Gui tens of thousands of taels of silver.
Fu Gui sprang into action and headed for the estate that very night.
He had only three days. He was determined to turn it into a comfortable, atmospheric retreat for the heir.
Ideally, he would prepare everything from hot-spring baths to a horse ranch, so that the heir’s every possible need could be met.
It had to be said: in certain areas, Fu Gui truly was a genius.
Before leaving, Fu Gui had already instructed the servants to gather all the herbs needed for the medicinal baths.
He had even warned them to make the dosage as strong as possible.
At first, the servant had no idea why. But after hearing Zhao Ang’s screams night after night, he finally understood.
If the dosage hadn’t been strong enough, their heir would have been played to death by Liu Yu long ago!
Alas, what a man—willing to sacrifice his life for a woman!
Zhao Ang had no idea that his attempts to have Liu Yu unblock his meridians had inspired countless erotic fantasies.
Instead, he pointed to a spot three inches below his navel.
“Here. Give me another punch!”
He had a premonition that one more punch was all he needed to break through again!
“Yes, Your Highness!”
One had to admit, Liu Yu truly was a martial arts prodigy.
In only three days, her fist technique had already taken shape, and she had even faintly grasped the intent behind it.
When that punch landed, Zhao Ang’s scream once again resounded across half the capital.
By now, however, everyone was used to it. Even the gambling houses had started taking bets.
They were wagering on how many more days it would take before Liu Yu played Zhao Ang to death at this rate.
“I did it!”
After the excruciating pain came boundless delight. His cultivation had loosened once more.
A surge of inner strength flowed through his meridians, and he felt as though he could kill a bull with a single punch!
“Liu Yu, come exchange a punch with me!”
In his excitement, Zhao Ang swung a heavy punch straight at Liu Yu.
“Hiss…”
The moment their fists collided, Zhao Ang realized that he had been far too arrogant.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It hurts—this hurts terribly!”
“Liu Yu, did I tell you to put all your strength into it?”
That single exchange had made Zhao Ang feel as though Liu Yu had nearly smashed his hand to pieces.
He shook his right hand to ease the pain, unable to resist taking his frustration out on Liu Yu.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. This slave deserves death!”
With that, Liu Yu dropped to her knees before him with a loud thud.
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She was far too honest. If it had been Fu Gui, he would certainly have talked his way out of it.
Thinking of him, Zhao Ang wondered how Fu Gui’s arrangements were progressing.
And what about the old prince? Could he really be relied upon?
The third day was almost here. Zhao Ang had gone to the pleasure district every day to inquire about the matter, yet he had not heard a word about any peerless beauty.
“Sigh… Hiss. As expected, not a single one of them can be trusted.”
After helping Liu Yu to her feet, Zhao Ang could not help grimacing.
He pushed open the door. The servant outside naturally let Zhao Ang rest an arm across his shoulder.
Yet the servant could not stop stealing glances at him from the corner of his eye.
Even his hands had been injured so badly tonight. Could it be that His Highness and Miss Liu had tried some new trick?
The servant pondered this endlessly, while Zhao Ang cultivated throughout the night. By morning, his hand had finally improved somewhat.
Indeed, he would have to find a normal person for his next test punch. Liu Yu was simply too terrifying.
“Your Highness, are we still going to the White Jade Pavilion today?”
At dawn, Liu Yu was already waiting at the entrance.
“Of course.”
Today was the third day. The old prince should have news by now.
Sure enough, before Zhao Ang even reached the White Jade Pavilion, he heard talk of the beauty.
“Have you heard? A peerless beauty has come outside the city to choose a husband through martial combat. They say that one glance from her is enough to steal a man’s soul.”
“Not only is she exceptionally skilled, she’s incredibly proud as well!”
“They say only the most powerful man in the world is worthy of becoming her husband.”
“All the young masters and noble sons in the city who know martial arts are rushing outside the city!”
“Let’s hurry over too. Even if nothing else comes of it, one look at that beauty would make the trip worthwhile.”
After saying this, the man hurried off, and the others quickly followed.
From this alone, it was clear how much weight the beauty carried.
A peerless beauty had truly appeared. Where had the old prince found such a capable subordinate?
Zhao Ang was puzzled, but now that everyone had gathered, the show was about to begin!
“Liu Yu, let’s go meet this peerless beauty.”
With a flourish, he opened the folding fan in his hand and instructed Liu Yu with the air of an elegant playboy.
“You think you can win a peerless beauty? I think you’d better go back to your ugly woman and sleep obediently!”
A familiar mocking laugh came from nearby. It was Zhou Qi, eldest grandson of the Duke of Pacifying the Realm.
“Oh, so it’s you. What’s the matter? Have you recovered from my two slaps and finally come out to bark again?”
Zhao Ang showed him no mercy. His words struck Zhou Qi exactly where it hurt.
“You…”
Zhou Qi was about to attack, but Zhao Ang merely called out lazily, “Liu Yu.”
At the sound of her name, Zhou Qi’s mind filled once more with the image of Liu Yu lifting him bodily into the air.
He ground his teeth in fury, but all he could do was throw out a final threat.
“You good-for-nothing who relies on a woman—what do you think you are? That peerless beauty will be mine!”
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“Relying on a woman is still better than being a pitiful wretch who has no one to rely on.”
Zhao Ang’s airy retort made Zhou Qi’s face flush crimson.
Knowing he could not win an argument with Zhao Ang, Zhou Qi simply lowered the curtain of his carriage.
Zhao Ang could not be bothered with him. He had never been one to start conflicts without reason.
Still, the old man had far too much faith in him. A martial contest to choose a husband? This looked rather troublesome.
He still wanted to conceal his true strength, unless…
Zhao Ang glanced at Liu Yu, a plan already forming in his mind.
The carriage raced toward the outskirts of the city. Ahead, the arena for the marriage contest was packed with people.
Zhao Ang found himself growing somewhat curious about this peerless beauty.
Just how beautiful could she be to draw such a crowd?
“The heir of the Prince of Pacifying the South has arrived! Make way!”
The coachman waved his whip. Seeing the insignia on the carriage, the crowd consciously moved aside.
Soon, Zhao Ang caught sight of the peerless beauty before him.
“Beautiful. Truly breathtakingly beautiful!”
Her ponytail was tied high, and her black martial attire revealed her graceful figure.
Her exquisite features were not delicate or soft; instead, they carried a hint of heroic spirit.
She sat casually atop the martial arena, whip in hand, looking down at everyone.
One could not help wanting to offer oneself up so that she might lash them mercilessly.
“The old prince certainly has been blessed,” Zhao Ang could not help sighing.
Liu Yu was somewhat baffled by this.
What did the old prince have to do with it?
Still, if Zhao Ang did not explain, she never took the initiative to ask.
“Everyone, I will follow the same rules as before. Whoever defeats me, Jiang Qin, on this arena—”
“I, Jiang Qin, am willing to marry him as his wife, or even become his concubine. I would accept being his maidservant or his woman outside the household as well!”
After seeing Zhao Ang, Jiang Qin rose to her feet and proclaimed this loudly, her voice full of confidence.
“Miss Jiang, what counts as defeating you?”
Zhou Qi could not help asking from the side. Jiang Qin was fierce, and he liked that.
“As long as you can force me off this arena, you win!”
Jiang Qin had decided on the condition long ago. This way, it would be easier for her to hold back.
Otherwise, she had no idea how she could let Zhao Ang win.
That useless man—if not for the fact that he was the old prince’s grandson, she would never have devised such a scheme merely to become Zhao Ang’s subordinate.
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