Durin's Diary

Chapter 966 Falling in Kunming

Chen Xiaohu asked ten questions, and the old weasel answered them fluently, without the circle under its feet ever turning into a cross.

Finally, he nodded: "I must congratulate you, Marquis of Chang Le, on being cleared of suspicion."

"Easy for you to say. This medicine is made from the fruit of the World Tree. If I hadn't sacrificed myself for my daughter back then, and hadn't used my wealth to buy a title, I would have been cleansed of all worldly desires. Otherwise, I should have died when I drank it just now." The old weasel sighed as he said this: "But since I didn't die, it proves that the essence of this medicine belongs to me. I am truly unworthy of it. Such a good medicine should have been used by my eldest daughter."

“Lord Dulin was prepared long ago.” The Rabbit-Headed Chief Secretary stepped forward, took out another small box from his bag, and placed it on the table: “He said that if you pass the test, it will prove that you have turned over a new leaf. This medicine will be even more effective, and it will be entirely beneficial for the young lady.”

Looking at the small box, the old weasel remained silent for a while: "I heard that he had many wives."

"Yes." Chen Xiaohu nodded.

"That rascal probably heard the story of Jia Hao's eldest daughter and is thinking of taking her into his possession, right?" Old Weasel said, his eyes drooping as he looked at Chen Xiaohu in front of him: "Director Chen, no way."

“Miss is not worthy. I have met Mr. Dulin’s wives. Three are legendary, and most of the rest are at least half a step or above. Only two or three are in high positions. Although Miss is intelligent, I don’t think she is worthy,” Chen Xiaohu comforted her gently.

"What the hell do you mean by this!" Old Weasel lunged at Chen Xiaohu's nose: "Is my daughter really that bad?!"

"What do you mean, you old geezer? On one hand, you're worried that there's something wrong with your daughter, but on the other hand, you feel bad that no one wants to date her. If you're so capable, why don't you go ask that person? Why are you yelling at me like that!" Chen Xiaohu felt that his good intentions had been completely wasted.

Old Weasel was silent for a while, then finally turned around and waved his hand: "Alright, you can go. You all know where my old brothers are anyway, go find them."

Chen Xiaohu and his secretary, nicknamed Rabbit Head, went downstairs and found that the young lady was still waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.

“My father has verified that he was not the one who did this. But to be honest, my father is old and he is afraid that I will suffer or be taken advantage of. I understand. I hope you will forgive him.” As she said this, she took the earpiece out of her ear and smiled and bowed her head: “Director Chen, would you like me to see you off?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Chen Xiaohu sighed after saying that. “But Miss, have you considered any other options?”

“I have thought about it, but as the saying goes in Changtang, people fight for their pride, and even Buddhas fight for a stick of incense. They say things shouldn’t happen more than three times, but I’m determined to try this third time.” With that, the young lady bowed and said, “Director Chen, please take care.”

Chen Xiaohu bowed and then walked out of Chang Le Fang.

The rabbit-headed secretary opened the car door: "If it wasn't him, then who could it be?"

“I don’t know. Before we came to see him, we asked other old men. None of them knew either. So there are many people to look for. There are so many people in Chang Le Fang across three generations. I don’t know where to start. Although there is a portrait provided by that lady, I think that face is very likely to be fake. And she… I don’t think she can recognize him.”

After saying that, Chen Xiaohu got into the car.

"Then we're doomed." Rabbit Head's chief secretary closed the car door, turned around and got into the passenger seat: "Could it be their disciples and their followers who did this?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the word has been spread. If someone's child goes missing, we'll definitely find something by investigating. Mr. Du Lin isn't in a hurry, and I doubt that little swindler will realize that we're not in a hurry either. We're playing the long game." Chen Xiaohu, with his legs crossed, said this and looked at his chief secretary, "You should tell our people to keep a close eye on things."

"Don't worry, they're all top-notch operatives." After saying that, the Rabbit Head Secretary raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. "By the way, Mr. Dulin's stats will be published in tonight's evening paper. Do you think that old weasel will regret it?"

"It's best to watch less of the drama surrounding Marquis Chang Le," Chen Xiaohu chuckled. "He's a bachelor, but his eldest daughter is really hard to deal with. She might actually offer herself to Du Lin for her father's sake." "Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Rabbit Head Secretary asked curiously.

"It's none of our business, and we don't want to. Given Mr. Dulin's current situation, what do you think we should do?" Chen Xiaohu leaned back in his chair.

"...That's true, we're outnumbered."

“That’s right. If the young lady of Chang Le Fang can really do it, then it’s a win-win situation. We don’t need to break them up. There are too many things in this world that are not for us to interfere with, and it’s even rarer for two people to achieve mutual success.” Chen Xiaohu sighed as he said this, “As for Grand Tutor Pang, I wonder how badly he was injured.”

“If many senior figures had returned, they must have been seriously injured. But now it seems that neither Master Yan nor Master Xiao Lao’er has returned, so there shouldn’t be any major problems,” Rabbit Head Secretary analyzed.

Chen Xiaohu nodded, thinking to himself that he wished it could really be like that.

Unfortunately, everyone said there was nothing seriously wrong, but Chen Xiaohu always felt that the old man's sword strike not only killed the attacking enemy, but also shattered his own inner self.

Why do you think so?
Perhaps it's because many people, like him, lost their beloved in their youth, only to have to fight and struggle with her for their lives in their old age.

Some say that the blood of heroes is endless in this world, and the heads of enemies are never finished.

He's absolutely right.

………………

Yan Zhenqing sat on the east bank of the embankment in Shangjing, looking at the newspaper in his hand, which described the battle achievements of the boy Du Lin.

He really killed that lady... Great! This reduces the resistance in Changtang by a quarter, making all the sacrifices made across the three passes and four seas worthwhile.

Thinking of this, Old Candle Dragon stuffed the meat bun in his hand into his mouth and took a bite.

When I get back, I must find this young man and have a good drink with him.

Then, Yan Zhenqing saw a small square in the middle seam—Grand Tutor Pang killed the great demon under the name of the evil god Shalis who invaded Shangjing, and was unharmed.

The old man sighed, tossed the remaining buns to the old dog beside him, stood up, and walked down the embankment.

You old dog, how could you be so cruel as to rip off her head? You always said you owed her a lifetime, but in the end it all ended in mutual slaughter. Why?

Unable to find an answer, Yan Zhenqing decided to seek one.

He wasn't trying to criticize him; he simply wanted to comfort him.

(End of this chapter)