Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 752 - 52: The Moonlight of That Year (7721)_5

Chapter 752 -52: The Moonlight of That Year (7721)_5

Li Qidao took a sip of wine, his face inevitably betraying a hint of mockery.

Once a great overseer of royal craftsmanship, witnessing several empresses over centuries, there existed a top-tier adornment, a Seven Phoenixes Hairpin, a treasure worthy of admiration that an imperial prince once exchanged for three cities and seventeen towns 300 years ago. Today, it seemed destined to change hands once more.

The majesty of the Imperial Family, the profound history of the former dynasties, countless favoritisms, and palace intrigues counted for little in the eyes of the Jianghu warriors.

Such arrogance was unique to the youth.

He squinted his eyes, his mind wandering in circles, as he thought back to his own youth.

He told Wang Anfeng stories, about the Imperial Court, the Border Pass, about the Jianghu.

In Jianghu, every young warrior, when first stepping out into the world, would invariably encounter a girl fond of wearing red. In each story, no matter how formidable the young warrior, he would be bested by the girl in red, teased to the point of smoke billowing from his seven orifices, almost wishing to throw away his sword, kill his horse, and return home to farm.

It was an ordinary moonlit night, just like any other, where despite all the changes in the world, the moon and stars remained constant.

A spirited girl in red stood before the wilderness and mountains, loudly proclaiming her dreams: she would become the greatest female general of Zhao State, bring stability to the world, then retire from her armor, and from all around, she’d seek a handsome, cultured, and humorous Scholar Swordsman to marry into her family. Then, pinching her fingers as if to calculate, she decided she would still need money.

The one she loved, she would marry for a hundred thousand silver, and the one she did not, she wouldn’t even for ten million.

The youth from Qin State laughed until he nearly rolled over, disturbing the firepit and flattening the carefully prepared Beggar’s Chicken into a squashed mess.

The other boy, who was neither cultured nor handsome and was rough and illiterate, furiously kicked at the haunches of the youth surnamed Li, then fixed a furiously indignant gaze on the defiant girl and said,

“You really are a miser who only has eyes for money!”

The girl in red fumed and retorted,

“Li Wu, say that one more time?!”

The young man let out a breath, his friends laughing ceaselessly beside him, which made him unwilling to show any weakness. Clenching his teeth, he turned his purse upside-down. All he had was a single large denomination coin, poor to the point of pathetic tinkling sounds, only left with the coin his mother had given him for safety when he left home. Gritting his teeth, he declared,

“If you’re not greedy for wealth, would you marry me for this copper coin?”

“No, no… Refusing to marry is the sign of avarice!”

The young man next to him, who shared a surname with Great Qin’s Imperial Family, stopped laughing and stared agape.

The rough boy felt so embarrassed he couldn’t stand it, his face involuntary reddening, but it was already so dark that it was hard to notice, as he withdrew his hand in submission.

The girl in red snatched the copper coin and clutched it tightly in her palm.

One copper coin.

I will marry you.

Li Qidao guzzled down his wine, his attire that of a green-robed Scholar, his bearing both carefree Scholar charm and learnedness. A Scholar with white hair always carried an extra hint of erudition, except he did not wear a Jade Pendant at his waist—just an old copper coin from former Qin State, tied with a faded red string, hung there. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

I will make my great Zhao endure forever!

One copper coin, I will marry you.

The two of you will wed, and I will host the grandest wedding banquet under Heaven. I give you my word.

The aged Scholar finished his wine and his dreams, stumbled to the ground, and muttered,

“The wine… it’s gone dry again…”

……

The innkeeper slipped out the back door, clutching tightly the Shui Yunpei jade piece.

Ye Zhuhua straightened his attire and entered a quadrangle courtyard.

Inside the yard stood an inscrutable old man.

A Guest Elder of the Xiahou Family, Xu Shihua.

The old man shifted his gaze toward the newcomer and said familiarly,

“You’ve finally arrived.”

PS: Today I present a double installment… 7700 words, seeming to overturn Xue’s previous actions; it’s not so simple, dear readers, watch and see…