I changed the world.

"Greetings, Your Excellency..." Zhu Yingwei and Wei Chengguang, however, did not dare to be as presumptuous as Zhang Jing. Seeing the ghost bowing to them, they hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.

Previously, the two had heard Zhang Jing refer to him as the "Night Wanderer." Having grown up in the empire since childhood and being devout followers of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), they quickly realized what kind of ghost or deity this was after a moment's thought.

As the saying goes, "There are gods three feet above your head," in the ancient myths and legends of Dazhao, whether it is day or night, there are gods monitoring and inspecting the good and evil deeds of humankind.

The deities who oversee the human world during the day are called day-roaming gods, while those who patrol the human world at night are called night-roaming gods, or in some places, night-patrol gods. It is said that the day-roaming and night-patrol gods take turns on duty, monitoring every move of the human world.

Clearly, the person before us is the legendary Night Wanderer!

“No need for formalities, please sit down,” Zhang Jing nodded.

"Before the True Lord, there is no place for a lowly deity to sit..." The Night Wanderer bowed extremely low, his face full of respect, and said, "I was unaware of the True Lord's arrival and have failed to greet you properly. Should I inform the Lord..."

The "Great Lord" mentioned by the Night Wanderer is the City God of this place. The City God of Dinghai City is a subordinate of the City God of Jiangdong Prefecture. After the City God of Linzhou Prefecture returned to his position, the Yin Gods under his jurisdiction also gradually returned to their positions over time.

Dinghai Yunxiao Mountain is the legendary Taoist temple of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable. The Xuanmen belief is deeply rooted there. It is the earliest city in Jiangdong Prefecture, apart from the provincial capital Linzhou, to have its Yin officials return to their posts.

"No need. I'm just here to attend the abdication ceremony at Yunxiao Temple. There's no need to notify the local city god." Zhang Jing sat steadily and waved his hand.

"I've called you here for nothing major. My junior sister is in some trouble, and I need you to help her out," Zhang Jing instructed.

“This matter is not difficult, True Lord, please wait a moment…” The Night Wanderer clearly understood what Zhang Jing was referring to, and respectfully bowed again. The next moment, his figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind the History Books: Chapter 1029 The Eldest Brother's Prestige

Wei Chengguang then subconsciously exhaled and turned his gaze to Zhu Yingwei beside him, only to find that she was also looking at him. The two exchanged a glance and couldn't help but feel an even greater sense of profound respect for their senior brother.

"Senior brother, you really have some influence..." Both of them thought the same thing at the same time.

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At this very moment, on one side of the hall, Princess Zhuo and her husband were chatting and laughing with many guests. Even in the capital, social banquets attended by members of the royal family were not common, let alone in Dinghai. Although the princess of this dynasty did not actually wield much real power, she was still the eldest princess of the royal family, the eldest daughter of the emperor. Those who knew her before naturally came up to greet her, and even those who did not know her before but felt that their status was sufficient wanted to come up and chat for a few words, to get acquainted, or at least to become familiar with her...

In addition, many guests who felt they were not of high enough status to approach and chat with the princess and her husband were unwilling to leave. Instead, they surrounded the princess and her husband with smiles on their faces, watching them exchange pleasantries and chat with others. It was as if this act of getting close to the royal family made them subconsciously feel that their status had been elevated.

At this moment, Shen Hanming was leading An Huiling toward the Princess and her husband. He had a polite smile on his face and was holding a glass of wine. He had noticed that the Prince Consort, Lü Jing'an, had noticed him. Their eyes met in the air, and the Prince Consort whispered a few words in the Princess's ear. Then, the Princess and her husband also turned their gaze toward them. The couple both had smiles on their faces and were obviously ready to exchange pleasantries.

Shen Hanming was secretly pleased with himself. He thought to himself that this young lady from the An family would surely realize the true extent of his family's power and influence. How could he not develop a liking for her? He could already picture An Huiling's expression of being flattered and excited when facing the Princess. He had seen similar expressions on his female companions' faces far too many times. After all, the An family was a merchant family with limited resources...

Beside him, An Huiling remained calm. She hadn't originally wanted to join in the fun, but felt obliged out of politeness, which annoyed her somewhat...

She was even considering whether she should trip up this third young master of the Shen family so that she could get out of there as soon as possible...

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A short, stout guest picked up a bright red, round cherry from a fruit platter on a dining table in the lobby, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, spat out the pit into his palm, and casually tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Just then, a faint breeze swept through the banquet hall...

The fruit pit, which was originally about to fall into the trash can in an arc, inexplicably deviated from its original trajectory and landed precisely on the edge of the trash can. It then bounced up again, arcing through the air before landing on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the fruit pit that had fallen to the ground bounced up again and rolled forward...

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Shen Hanming didn't notice An Huiling's expression. He raised his wine glass in a distant salute to the Princess and her husband, quickening his pace while subtly turning his head to An Huiling beside him, reminding her, "Sister, the Princess and her husband are very easy to talk to, in a little while..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Hanming suddenly felt something slippery under his foot. His ankle twisted, he lost his balance, and he fell to the side.

The wine glass in his hand flew out of his hand, spilling wine onto several guests nearby, especially a heavily made-up lady, which drew a series of screams.

Immediately following was the crisp sound of a wine glass shattering on the ground, accompanied by the heavy thud of Shen Hanming falling to the ground. Unlike Wang Ling before him, the third young master of the Shen family did not tear off the tablecloth or anything like that, so he didn't end up covered in soup and water in such a disheveled state.

An Huiling didn't reach out to help Shen Hanming up immediately after he fell. Instead, she glanced around thoughtfully, her face showing some hesitation, as if she was looking for something. However, the chaotic situation quickly drew her attention to Shen Hanming, who was struggling to get up from the ground.

Naturally, the servants around him stepped forward to help him up. Shen Hanming's face turned red, clearly feeling extremely embarrassed. However, he looked around and for a moment did not know why he had fallen.

"Brother, how are you? Do you want to go and rest for a while..." Out of politeness, An Huiling still stepped forward and asked with a concerned expression.

"No...it's nothing...I just...I just accidentally twisted my ankle..." Shen Hanming looked extremely embarrassed. His right ankle was throbbing with pain, but at this moment he was more concerned about his reputation and didn't want to lose face in front of the beauty, so he insisted that he was fine.

At this moment, Shen family servants naturally stepped forward to handle the aftermath. The noblewoman whose body had been splashed with red wine originally had an unpleasant expression, with her eyebrows raised as if she was about to get angry. However, someone next to her whispered in her ear, probably revealing Shen Hanming's identity or something. The noblewoman's face immediately turned embarrassed, like a chicken about to crow but whose neck had been grabbed. Her raised eyebrows drooped down again.

Fortunately, a member of the Shen family stepped forward and invited him aside to discuss compensation. After that, Shen Hanming didn't need to worry about anything else...

Just then, the princess and her husband, who had witnessed the scene, came over. The prince consort, Lü Jing'an, stepped forward to greet Shen Hanming and inquire whether he was injured.

Lu Jing'an was quite adept at handling social situations, and he quickly revived the atmosphere with a few words. At this moment, another attendant brought Shen Hanming a new glass of red wine on a tray. Shen Hanming took the wine and held it in his hand. Although his right ankle was still throbbing with pain, he concealed it well, revealing a smile that he considered quite elegant, and introduced An Huiling to the Princess and her husband.

Princess Chang's demeanor was extremely approachable. She smiled at An Hui (Ling) and said, "I didn't expect Hui Ling to be born like this, did I? I feel sorry for her. If she were in the capital, she would definitely cause a lot of jealousy and rivalry among the young people in social circles..."

"Your Highness flatters me." An Huiling displayed her reserve and shyness perfectly.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind the History Books: Chapter 1030 The Young Master Fainted…

“Speaking of which, Meng Wei and I are also users of Qianluo. Just a few days ago, my son Abao was telling me that the game he was playing was invested in by Qianluo, right?” Chen Xuzhuo said, glancing at the prince consort beside her. Meng Wei was the courtesy name of the prince consort Lü Jing'an, and Abao was her son’s nickname.

“Yes, it’s that survival simulation game. Abao really likes playing it,” Lü Jing’an said with a smile.

After a moment's thought, An Huiling realized that it seemed to be a mini-game built into the Qianluo Group's app—a survival game. The core concept was that an astronaut's spaceship crashed on an Earth-like planet, and he needed to build a simple survival base using his own abilities. Of course, the game had many illogical elements; essentially, it was just a mini-game designed to consume users' time.

An Huiling then chatted with the two of them for a few more minutes while playing the game. During this time, Lü Jing'an was also catching up with Shen Hanming. The two were indeed old acquaintances. Lü Jing'an had obviously noticed that Shen Hanming had designs on An Huiling. It has to be said that people in these social circles are actually very emotionally intelligent. They were intentionally or unintentionally creating subtle opportunities for him during their conversations.

The seemingly glamorous social scene, surrounded by a large number of so-called socialites, might be the stage many women, even socialites, aspire to. However, for An Huiling, she didn't actually like such occasions. She felt that everyone around her was wearing a mask of falsehood. But that's socializing, and in such settings, she could only maintain a fake, polite smile.

"Let us wish His Majesty a long life, and also welcome Her Highness the Princess and her consort to Yunxiao Mountain..." At this moment, Shen Hanming suggested a toast, raising his wine glass with a smile.

Waiters naturally brought out drinks, and the princess and her husband, along with An Huiling, each took a drink and clinked glasses with each other…

At that moment, a very subtle breeze blew by, passing through the hall and only slightly causing the white tablecloths on the long tables where the ingredients were laid out to sway gently...

Shen Hanming, beaming, picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. Just as he raised the glass and the wine entered his throat, he suddenly felt a faint breeze. For some reason, Shen Hanming instinctively felt an intense itch in his throat, and a sneeze instinctively went into his mouth, making him feel extremely uncomfortable...

However, at that very moment, he had a mouthful of wine in his mouth. If he were to sneeze, he would have to spit it out first. But spitting out wine he had drunk in public, especially in front of the Princess and her husband, was something Shen Hanming was unwilling to do under any circumstances.

So he tried his best to swallow the liquor, but the sneeze that had formed in his throat was not something he could control. This subconscious stress response almost instantly thwarted his attempt to swallow. On the contrary, his attempt to swallow the liquor clashed head-on with the subconscious expulsion of air from his throat…

Shen Hanming desperately tried to close his mouth tightly to prevent the liquid from escaping, but sneezing with his mouth closed only prevented the airflow from escaping, causing it to rush back into his throat. Then, this increasingly violent airflow broke through the septum in his nasopharynx and sprayed out of his nasal cavity...

What sounds like a complicated process actually happened in an instant. Shen Hanming's mouth bulged and his face turned bright red. Then, in his despairing gaze, a violent stream of alcohol gushed from his nostrils, spraying the face and head of the prince consort Lü Jing'an standing opposite him...

Then, the intense stress made him unable to keep his mouth shut any longer. With an even bigger sneeze, more alcohol sprayed out of his mouth and nose. He covered his mouth with his hand and turned his head away, but the violent sneezing and series of coughs made him unable to control himself. He became like a water mist sprayer, spraying in an arc around him as he turned his head...

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and a group of socialites and dignitaries who had gathered around the princess and her husband like stars around the moon all scattered in disarray.

What drove Shen Hanming to despair even more was that he couldn't stop coughing. Even though he tried his best to cover his mouth, the more he suppressed a sneeze, the more violently he coughed. In fact, his cough was tinged with blood—a small amount of blood from his nose caused by injury to his nasal mucosa due to the intense pressure…

The surrounding area was in complete chaos...

"what!!!!"

"Everyone, make way, don't push... don't push..."

"It's so dirty...so dirty...why is it spraying everywhere..."

"Change the prince consort's clothes... wipe him down, quickly bring me some tissues... tissues..."

"Young Master is coughing up blood... Oh no... Young Master is coughing up blood... #￥%……＆^＆$……"

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Before the crowd, Princess V's eyes held a mixture of disgust, disdain, and astonishment. Prince Consort Wu, looking utterly dejected and helpless, was being helped by servants to remove his wine-soaked clothes, wiping the liquid from his face and head with tissues. The surrounding crowd avoided him like the plague, their gazes and discussions a mixture of disgust, schadenfreude, and amusement.

Shen Hanming finally calmed down a bit, but an even bigger embarrassment was just beginning. How was he going to face all of this?!

"Young Master, take a break... take a break..." Naturally, an attendant had already come from his side to support him, patting his back to help him catch his breath, while another attendant brought tissues to wipe away the large amount of alcohol on his body and face.

"Young Master... there's blood! What happened? Is it alright?" One of the attendants had just seen the bloodstains on Shen Hanming's hands and cried out in alarm.

Shen Hanming had already noticed the bloodstains on his hands and the burning sensation in his nose and throat, but at this moment, these were minor matters; saving face was the most important thing. How was he going to handle this?

Should I just bow to those around me and say, "Sorry, I accidentally sneezed while I was drinking?"

His face was flushed red, partly from the rush of blood to his head from sneezing, but mostly from unbearable embarrassment and irritation...

He was so embarrassed that his body even trembled slightly.

"Young Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing the urgent question from the attendant patting his back beside him, Shen Hanming, who was in an extremely awkward situation, suddenly had a flash of inspiration...

The next moment, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed...

"Young Master has fainted... Quick... Help Young Master up... Young Master has fainted..."

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Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind the History Books: Chapter 1031 The Minor God Arrives to Report Back

An Huiling had already stepped aside when Shen Hanming started sneezing, so she was not splashed with the wine he sprayed.

At this moment, amidst the chaos on the scene, An Huiling stared wide-eyed at a tall ghost standing not far away. This ghost was over two meters tall, lean but with bulging muscles and bones, and a dark blue-green face. He held a pen in one hand and a scroll in the other. He was dressed in a classic-style black robe and gauze hat, with the words "Patrolling at Night" embroidered on his chest.

He stood there in the banquet hall, looking extremely abrupt and conspicuous. An Huiling didn't even notice how he had appeared there; it was as if he had appeared there in the blink of an eye.

However, apart from An Huiling, all the guests and servants seemed to ignore him completely, as if he were just air standing there.