Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 189 The Fairy of the Joyful Union Sect (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Song Zhe!

Upon hearing the name again, Song Yan was calmer than expected.

Hatred, of course, exists.

Although Yang Miaoqing was responsible for her mother's death, Song Zhe was largely to blame. Song Yan would give him a death even more despairing than Song Yun, Song Zhen, and Yang Miaoqing.

However, Song Yan is now able to control her emotions well and won't lose control so easily.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Has Song Zhe returned to Songzhou?"

Lin Xiangwan and Steward Wang had not received any news, so it seems that Song Zhe was only staying in Songzhou and had not returned to the Duke's Mansion.

What exactly is this guy trying to do?
In Song Yan's eyes, Song Zhe was a far more dangerous opponent than Song Yun, Song Zhen and Yang Miaoqing. He was very smart, but he never did anything himself. He would use the power of others to achieve his own goals. He was cruel and vicious. At the age of twelve or thirteen, he already did not care about human life.

According to the intelligence gathered by Luo Tianshu and Yang Siyao, the recent influx of refugees in Ningping was indeed orchestrated by the Yang family.

The executor was Yang Guochen, the Minister of Rites.

After Song Zhen's death, the Yang family's decades-long plan fell through.

The Yang family was unwilling to accept defeat, so they began to support Yang Miaoqing's other children. After all, they were half of the Yang family bloodline. If they married off another Yang woman to her, the Yang family bloodline would become stronger and stronger. In just a few generations, the Song family bloodline would probably be almost gone.

Although it takes time, it is still a way to seize control of the Duke's mansion.

Yang Guochen's choice was Song Zhe.

Yang Guochen was the one who orchestrated the mass exodus of refugees, but Song Zhe may have been behind it all. His attempt to flatter Luo Yuheng to the point of ruin might have been his way of showing loyalty to the Yang family.

This is very much like Song Zhe's style, using any means necessary to achieve his goals. Even the lives of tens of thousands of disaster victims are insignificant compared to destroying Luo Yuheng. And this method is both vicious and effective, making it extremely difficult for even Song Yan to deal with.

Finally, he raised his sword and, at the cost of ruining his reputation, killed thousands of disaster victims to quell the chaos.

So why did Song Zhe return to Songzhou Prefecture this time?

Could it be that Song Zhe was also behind Princess Gaoyang's affair?
"Miss Mingyue, are you sure it's him?" Suppressing her doubts, Song Yan asked.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, Mingyue gently nodded her head: "Some of the girls in Qunyu Garden come from Dongling. Song Zhe is a regular visitor to one of the girls, so I recognized her."

"In addition, Yang Guochen's illegitimate son, Yang Ming, also came with Song Zhe."

"It is unclear exactly when the two appeared in Songzhou, and they left yesterday. No one knows where they are now."

"As for the purpose of their visit to Songzhou, we do not know. They are very careful and never discuss serious matters in front of outsiders, not even their lovers."

Song Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mingyue: "Thank you for informing me, Miss Mingyue. I am deeply grateful."

"It would be good if I could be of any help to Young Master Song." Mingyue smiled gently, which seemed to be a habit of hers; her smile was always perfect, no matter when.

It's not overly exaggerated, but the gentle smile has a captivating charm.

"But I wonder what kind of reward is offered in exchange for this intelligence?" Song Yan smiled and asked.

Mingyue's expression turned somewhat mournful: "Young Master Song, what do you mean by this? Do you mean that, given our friendship, we must be so distant?"

A black line appeared on Song Yan's forehead. Friendship? What kind of special friendship existed between the two of them?

This is only the third time we've met, right?
She was just pretending to be a shield before. With Mingyue's intelligence, even without his help, dealing with those four young masters shouldn't be difficult. Why did she have to put on such a pitiful woman's expression after being abandoned by a scumbag?

Song Yan didn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.

That's right, he didn't want to get too close to this Miss Mingyue.

Although this woman herself did not practice martial arts and was not a martial artist, but only cultivated seductive arts, she gave Song Yan a dangerous feeling. Moreover, when this woman whispered to him earlier, she used the method of transmitting sound secretly, which is a technique that only martial artists with extremely high cultivation can master.

This woman is probably hiding a huge secret.

Delving into other people's secrets can be a pleasurable experience, but it can also be extremely deadly.

Song Yan's smile deepened: "Miss Mingyue is joking. I know the rules of Qunyu Garden."

Mingyue covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her giggles quite pleasant: "Young Master Song is rather dull, but this piece of information is a free gift... consider it the answer to Young Master Song's question yesterday, so it's not appropriate to accept two rewards." With that, Mingyue curtsied to Song Yan and turned to leave without waiting for him to stop her.

As the sound of horses' hooves rose, splashes of water rose from the ground.

After the carriage disappeared into the rain, Song Yan finally looked away, recalling what Mingyue had just said.

"Bu Yu".

Suddenly, Song Yan called out softly, and a figure appeared silently from behind the door. She still had a petite but full figure and a mature and charming face.

"Go and check on the whereabouts of Song Zhe and Yang Ming."

Bu Yu nodded without saying a word, and his body disappeared silently.

Song Yan stretched his arms, picked up his umbrella, and headed towards the government office. At this time, Luo Tianshu should be at his post. Gathering intelligence and information was ultimately Luo Tianshu's forte.

Song Yan suspected that Luo Tianshu might possess some special physical constitution... such as an innate Bagua Holy Body, an innate Jinyiwei Holy Body, or an innate Paparazzo Holy Body. In short, in Luo Tianshu's eyes, there were almost no secrets.

But what's the situation with the moon tonight?
I have a feeling that this woman's charm has reached its peak.

Even as he looked at the bright moon, his body involuntarily stirred with a certain impulse. Fortunately, he had a good temperament and managed to control his recoil to the limit, thus avoiding embarrassment.

As expected of a demon from the Hehuan Sect.

Song Yan muttered to himself.

……

On the other side, inside the carriage.

The smile on Mingyue's face had disappeared, and at this moment, Mingyue's expression became extremely serious.

Although there was no physical contact between her and Song Yan just now, and it seemed like they were just chatting through the rain, she had actually secretly used her charm.

Her seductive arts were pushed to their limit, but Song Yan remained unmoved, showing not even the slightest reaction.

What an interesting man... Suddenly, a smile appeared on Mingyue's lips. There are only three possibilities in this situation. First, Song Yan is truly a saint, unmoved by women.

Clearly, Song Yan is not.

Secondly, Song Yan doesn't like women; he likes men.

Obviously not.

Although Song Yan has some unusual preferences, liking older women like him, his orientation is ultimately normal.

Third, Song Yan may have practiced some special martial art that could resist the influence of the Hundred Flowers Sect's seductive arts.

In Mingyue's understanding, there is only one such martial art.

That is... the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror" that the Hehuan Sect has lost for a long time!
She leaned back lazily, her smile growing wider on her pretty face: Perhaps, the opportunity for the Joyful Union Sect to rise again has arrived!

……

Fangfu.

A horse-drawn carriage stopped at the door.

Fang Hai stepped out of the car with a gloomy expression.

Seeing their master's expression, the guards at the door lowered their eyes one by one, none of them daring to say a word, for fear of accidentally incurring bad luck.

Fang Hai glanced across the street—the Wu residence!

How dare a mere poor scholar establish his own residence?
What a loud tone!
"Someone, bring the young lady here."

"Also, call over a few capable guards."

Normally, Fang Hai always had a mild and easygoing demeanor, but this time, he was genuinely angry.

(End of this chapter)