Chapter Four: The Uninvited Guest

“Brother Yun? Brother Yun?” Shang Ruohuai waved his hand in front of her eyes, and only then did Wan Qiyue snap back to reality.

“Brother Yun, what has you so lost in thought?”

He was still smiling gently at her, with no hint of surprise.

It seemed that only he could see the parchment.

“Oh, I was just thinking about where to stroll later. Since Brother Yun has come all this way, this tea is on me. Feel free to order anything else you want.”

Wan Qiyue waved her hand and called the waiter over.

“Haha, Brother Yun, you’re too kind. I’d like a mint drink and a serving of peanut brittle. But it’s not right to trouble you and have you pay. Whatever you want, order it—I insist on treating you.”

“If I say I’m treating you, I must follow through,” Wan Qiyue interrupted, pulling out silver coins from her sleeve.

Both of them held out their silver coins before the waiter, the gleaming silver making their mouths water as they hesitated, unsure whose payment to accept.

In the end, Wan Qiyue was quicker.

The waiter soon brought Shang Ruohuai’s mint drink and peanut brittle.

“Then thank you, Brother Yun. Let’s try some peanut brittle together, shall we? I noticed you didn’t order any,” he pushed the plate toward her.

Wan Qiyue pushed it back, waving her hand to decline. “Haha, whenever I eat peanuts, I break out in a rash. Looks like I won’t have the pleasure of sharing this with Brother Shang.”

“I heard you say you hadn’t decided where to go later. May I accompany you? I’m new to Flourishing City and not familiar with the area.”

Shang Ruohuai folded his fan, smiling warmly at her as if looking forward to it.

“Sure,” Wan Qiyue agreed without hesitation, forgetting she was also a newcomer.

They chatted for some time. Shang Ruohuai noticed Wan Qiyue staring intently at his fan, seemingly intrigued, and asked,

“Brother Yun, are you interested in my fan?”

“This fan of yours is quite distinctive, which is why I took a closer look.”

He unfolded the fan. Its slender ribs were made of ebony, the black and gold color scheme exuding elegance.

The fan surface depicted a battlefield scene, with two lines of calligraphy in the upper right corner: “Live as a hero among men, die as a ghostly champion.”

Wan Qiyue frowned. “This fan doesn’t seem to suit your temperament.”

“How so?” Intrigued by her remark, he asked.

“This fan looks fierce and full of killing intent, whereas you appear refined and gentle. I can’t quite connect the two.”

“Brother Yun, you’re truly amusing,” he laughed and nodded, then glanced at the ivory fan in Wan Qiyue’s hand. “Your ivory fan looks quite valuable.”

“Haha, just something I grabbed from home.”

They talked happily, like old friends reunited, unaware that an unwelcome visitor was about to interrupt their pleasant afternoon.

The newcomer looked plain at first glance: thick lips, broad nose, crooked mouth, and a face full of coarse flesh. Upon closer inspection, he appeared even less appealing.

He strode toward Wan Qiyue’s table with a group of attendants.

“You’re occupying Lord Du’s spot. Move aside now!” one of the attendants, dressed as a steward, spoke first.

The steward pointed sharply at Wan Qiyue and Shang Ruohuai, shooting a sharp glare.

Shang Ruohuai sipped his tea calmly, not even glancing up.

“When we arrived, we didn’t hear this spot was reserved.”

“Don’t care whether it’s reserved or not. Whenever Lord Du comes, this is his seat,” the steward sneered, tilting his head arrogantly.

Wan Qiyue slammed her teacup down and snorted coldly. “What a joke. Is this teahouse yours? First come, first served, understand?”

“Oh? You dare glare at me? Believe it or not, I—”

The steward’s words were cut off by Lord Du behind him.

Lord Du opened his wide mouth, revealing yellow-stained teeth, and smiled at them.

“Gentlemen, my steward spoke harshly earlier. Might you kindly give up your seats for me?”

The master was more polite after all. Wan Qiyue returned his greeting.

“Sir, there are other seats in this establishment. Why don’t you and your party sit elsewhere for a while? We’ll be gone after a cup of tea.”

“Hmph, refuse a toast and you get a slap instead!” Before Wan Qiyue finished, Lord Du’s expression changed instantly. He beckoned with a finger, and his attendants immediately surrounded them.

Wan Qiyue rose cautiously, one hand behind her back, the other gripping her fan, ready to fight. Shang Ruohuai remained seated, leisurely sipping tea.

She looked at the sly-eyed Lord Du and said, “So, you want to start something?”

“You brat, do you know who Lord Du is? You’ve just messed with the wrong people!” The attendants brandished weapons, their posture menacing.

Du Guangquan twisted the ring on his thumb and ordered, “Go find out who dares disrespect Du Guangquan of Zhushi Gambling House around here. Ask again—will they let us have it or not?”

“Hahaha, Zhushi Gambling House? I think you run the Pig’s Head Gambling House. Fits your character perfectly.”

“Turns out you’re the Pig’s Head Boss. How rude of me!” Wan Qiyue laughed, covering her mouth.

Du Guangquan’s ugly face flushed beet red as anger boiled inside him, looking like a freshly unearthed sweet potato.

“Attack!”

With a grimace, Du Guangquan gave the order, and three or five of his men charged from different directions.

Wan Qiyue timed her move perfectly, sweeping her leg to trip the two men at the front.

The others hesitated, unwilling to charge empty-handed, grabbing sticks nearby and rushing forward.

Wan Qiyue twirled to dodge the first attack, then turned and struck at their lower bodies with a series of kicks.

Thud, thud, thud—several kicks landed, causing the men to cry out in pain.

Other patrons either fled far away or hurried toward the exit, fearing to get caught in the crossfire.

Du Guangquan’s eyes darkened with fury, shooting deadly glints.

He suddenly produced a dagger, creeping toward Wan Qiyue while she was busy fighting others.

She was completely unaware of the danger behind her.

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