Translator: Ninetales Editor: DarkGem
When Qin Mu heard the news, he frowned slightly and took a look at Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor. The man revealed a mournful expression and said, âIâll be offering my condolences to North Garrison Kingâs manor.â
Qin Mu asked in a low voice, âImperial Preceptor, why did North Garrison King rebel?â
âHeâs not rebelling against the emperor, heâs rebelling against me for the empire of his Ling Family,â Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor said in a soft voice. âMy power is too great, making him feel uneasy. He thinks I will overturn the rule of Ling Family. Youâre right, itâs time for me to start my family. Even with heavenâs law in my heart, desires are still needed.â
Qin Mu had a weird expression.
Someone like Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor starting a family? It was more or less beyond peopleâs belief, yet it was about to happen.
âI shall return to the manor first to change into robes of quiet colors. North Garrison King had contributed to the empire, and even though he didnât agree with my way of handling things, he was still a person deserving respect. I have to pay my respects to him.â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor then bade farewell to Qin Mu. âNow that weâre at the capital, you wonât have to trouble yourself with my injuries anymore.â
Qin Mu nodded. Since Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptorâs injuries from the previous ambush had been healed, this meant that he had a divine physician by his side, thus there was no need for Qin Mu to continue treating him.
When Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor returned to his manor, he was vigilant. He didnât walk through the main door but jumped into the manor directly. Looking around at the surroundings, he saw that all the seals were still in their places.
Yet he didnât let his guard down and called out solemnly, âOld Fu? Yuanqing?â
There was no sound in reply; Imperial Preceptorâs manor was unusually quiet.
He walked in, and when he reached the hall, he saw his servants and bodyguards tied up and piled together.
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor frowned, then saw Fu Yuanqing. Little Poison King Fu Yuanqing was stripped of all his clothes and trussed up on the ceiling of the hall. His tongue was sticking out, a golden rope tied around it. At the other end of the golden rope was a huge iron weight which was pretty heavy.
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor frown deepened, and the sword light on his fingertips flashed, slicing apart the ropes on his body. Fu Yuanqing crashed heavily to the ground, and only then did Imperial Preceptor discover that all the cultivation in the manâs body had been sealed, and as well as his divine treasures. Because of this, he couldnât unleash any bit of cultivation.
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor broke the seals on him and the other servants and bodyguards. With a solemn face, he asked, âWhat happened?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI have no idea.â Fu Yuanqing shook his head in shame. âI didnât see anything before I got hung up there. And I didnât see anything even when my tongue was pulled out. A huge iron weight was then tied to it so I couldnât cry for help even if I wanted to!â
âOld master, is our manor haunted?â A few servants looked terrified. One of them said, âI also saw nothing before finding myself in the pile of others, unable to move!â
âHaunted?â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor said, âItâs not a ghost. That personâs speed was too fast, so fast that you guys could not see him. I know who this person is. He must have barged into my manor to take advantage of me not being around to take back his leg. If Iâm not wrong, my treasury should also have been emptied out.â
He brought everyone to the treasury only to see the seal on it still there, untouched.
Fu Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief and smiled. âImperial Preceptor, you have guessed wrong, the seal is still here. I reckon the thief couldnât break your seal so he didnât touch the items inside.â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor sighed. âA phantom has no form, he can pilfer the heavens and switch out the sun, so why would he need to break the seal? He can pass through the seal directly, without touching it in the slightest. The treasury is indeed emptied.â
Everyone didnât believe him.
He then opened the seal and pushed the door open, revealing the treasury to be empty, cleaned out to the point it was spick and span.
On the roomâs opposite wall, a painting had been hanging before. It portrayed the back of Sword God drawn by Heavenly Painting Countryâs crown prince, but it was gone without a trace now.
In place of it were scribbles that were shocking to read.
âImperial Preceptor, I took back my leg. Thanks for your treasures as well. Your servants were treated quite well by me, so thereâs no need to worry. Oh! I also slept on your bed, and after I woke up, I took a dump on it. I even made a pot of fragrant tea for you in your study room. Our grudges are thus cleared, but you donât need to thank me!â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptorâs expression darkened. He immediately went to his bedroom and lifted the blanket. When the stink permeated the air, he covered his nose and waved his hand. âOld Fu, throw it away, throw it away!â
Old Fu immediately bundled up the blanket along with the bedsheet, but the stink came from the bed as well.. Old Fu asked, âOld master, do you want to throw the bed away as well?â
âThrow it away!â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor waved his hand and went to the study room with quick steps. The entire study room had the smell of urine, and the yellowish liquid in the teapot was clearly not tea.
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptorâs sleeves swept the teapot out the window along with the teacups, his face black. âDisgraceful! Never mind him taking his leg back, but to even eat, sleep, and poop in my manor to spoil my peace! Old Fu, prepare another tea set and bed.â
Old Fu hesitated for a moment before saying, âOld master, there isnât much money leftâ¦â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor was slightly stunned. He then mumbled to himself, âThe emperorâs reward will take a few more days to come. My salary comes once every month, but it will only be given at the start of the month. This monthâs salary is gone?â
âThis time old master had gone out, you took more than half of the salary with you. The rest of it was used to send some meager gifts to the kings, dukes, and ministers for their birthdays. Those that had given birth to a son also had to be sent a gift. A few days ago it was the Empress Dowagerâs birthday, and the gift I prepared was even disdained for being unpresentable.â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptorâs head started to ache. âNorth Garrison King has passed away, so some gifts are needed. Are we really broke? Is there anything we can pawn?â
âThisâ¦â
Old Fu hesitated for a moment, then decided not to say anything. Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor looked around, but even though the house wasnât small, there wasnât a lot of furniture around. There wasnât anything that could be pawned.â
He always felt that infatuation with fine details prevents one from making progress, so all the stuff he ate and used were simple things, nothing fancy. The things he collected were mostly weird: Crippleâs leg, the painting of Heavenly Painting Countryâs crown prince. Yet even these things were stolen by that thief god.
âCan we ask for the salary in advance?â
Old Fu asked, âOld master, do you still want your face?â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor hesitated. âCould we borrow some?â
Old Fu shook his head. âWe recently went to war and the few people that old master is well acquainted with have been deployed and are no longer at home. Who would lend me money when the head of their house is not around? Unless old master went personallyâ¦â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor muttered, âMy painting skills arenât bad and could be sold for some cash.â
âIs old master going to sign it?â
Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor shook his head. âIf I sign my name, the person buying the painting would be bribing me, I wonât sign.â
Old Fu shook his head. âIn that case, old masterâs painting wonât sell.â
Those words pissed off Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor. âHow do you know it wonât sell? Iâve had the painting of Heavenly Painting Countryâs crown prince for a long time and copied it countless times. Even though I donât dare to say Iâm comparable to Art Saint, but shouldnât that be good enough?â
âOld master, what kind of place is the capital? There are so many famous scholars around that they all look like carps crossing the river. How much do they earn by selling their paintings? More than half of those people are starving to the point theyâre skin and bones. Old master, how well do you think your skills fair when compared to theirs?â
Old Fu then said, âOn the other hand, old masterâs disciples can lend money to old master.â
âBorrow money from my disciples? I canât lower myself to that.â Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor suddenly thought of Qin Mu and smiled. âI know who has money that I can borrow. Heâs liberal with his money and would usually pay when buying herbs for me. Otherwise, with that salary of mine, it would have been long gone. Heâs also not in the imperial court so itâs not embarrassing to borrow from him. I shall go and borrow money, you guys wait for me here.â
When Qin Mu returned back to Scholarâs Residence, he could smell a medicinal fragrance the moment he entered. It seemed to be coming from his courtyard, which bewildered him.
Although there were odd-job workers cleaning Scholarâs Residence, every one of them would often go to the hall to sit for lessons, so their cultivations werenât weak. There were some odd-job workers who were even stronger than the scholars. In the history of Imperial College, there were quite a few odd-jobs workers that had cultivated extraordinary abilities which allowed them to leap into the position of scholars and be promoted to reputable officers.
With odd-job workers guarding Scholarâs Residence, almost no one was able to sneak inside.
Qin Mu brought the dragon qilin and Hu Lingâer into his courtyard and saw huge bags of herbs piled up in his courtyard. There was even stuff like a medicinal furnace, medicinal cauldron, et cetera.
The medicinal furnace and medicinal cauldron were extraordinary. The markings on them were extremely extraordinary, which made it clear that they were precious treasures. They werenât inferior to the treasures Qin Mu had taken from Rolanâs Golden Palace!
Inside a medicinal cauldron, there was a leg, and there was an arm in the medicinal furnace.
When Qin Mu saw these two limbs, he was slightly stunned. He told Hu Lingâer and the dragon qilin, âStay guard outside the courtyard and donât let anyone enter.â
Hu Lingâer and the dragon qilin got up and walked out of the courtyard. Qin Mu turned his head back to see the dragon qilin squeezing through the creaking door frames and shook his head. âThis fellow is getting fatter by the day, very soon heâll probably break my door and Iâll have to get a new one again.â
He pushed open the door to the main room and saw two?men that were old and yet not that old sitting inside. Cripple had tidied himself. His hair was glossy black, while the beard under his chin was also tied up with a dazzling golden thread. The clothes he was wearing were also quite tastefully chosen.
Old Ma sat opposite him and wore green clothing that wasnât as gaudy as Crippleâs. One of his sleeves drooped down emptily, and he looked travel-worn. He must have arrived not too long ago, so his sideburns were grizzled and his hair was messy.
When they saw Qin Mu walking in, Cripple revealed a simple smile while Old Maâs cold face brightened up.
âGrandpa Ma, Grandpa Crippleâ¦â Qin Mu felt moved and his eyes grew red. âAre you two here to see me?â
âNo,â Old Ma replied.
Qin Muâs felt hurt and Cripple smiled, âYou are living more comfortably than us, so why do we have to come and see you? Youâre just someone we picked up so why would we travel thousands of miles just to see you? Donât think too much.â
Qin Mu retorted angrily, âYouâre clearly here to see me!â
Cripple shook his head. âIâm just here to have you reattach my leg. Can you help me see if my leg is still alive?â
âI wonât.â
Cripple flew into a fury. âYou rascal, turning independent? Weâre certainly not here to see you!â
Old Ma gave a cough and said unhurriedly, âIf youâre not here to see him, why didnât you bring your leg to Apothecary instead? Stop teasing him, look at him, heâs about to cry.â
âIâm not crying,â Qin Mu said, putting up an act.
âAlright, alright, stop crying, Iâm here to see you. I just returned from Imperial Preceptorâs manor, having stayed there for quite some time. I also took some items while Iâm there as well. Do you see that leg in the cauldron?â
This elder was very proud of himself. âMy leg! I took it back from Imperial Preceptorâs manor and Imperial Preceptor couldnât do anything about it. He could only look at me helplessly as I took back my leg!â
Qin Mu kept quiet for a moment before letting out a warm smile. âGrandpa Cripple, Imperial Preceptor and I just came back, so what Imperial Preceptor was there in the Imperial Preceptorâs manor?â
Cripple stared at him, and Qin Mu didnât give in, staring right back. The smiles on their faces were similarly warm and gave others a feeling that they could be trusted. Even if one was stabbed by them, they would still think they deserved to be trusted.