Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Yang Guo gasped.

"No one is as pretty as you." Yang Guo quickly grabbed Huang Rong's hand and pulled her into his arms. "Sister Rong's figure is the best in the world. No one else can even compare to one of your toes."

Huang Rong struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, so she let him hold her. She wasn't really angry; she just couldn't stand Yang Guo staring at other women.

"Stop joking with me." Huang Rong punched Yang Guo in the chest. "I'm here to talk to you about something important."

Yang Guo released his hand and pulled Huang Rong to sit down next to the armchair.

"What happened?" Yang Guo asked.

Huang Rong's expression turned serious.

"I just checked the celestial phenomena," Huang Rong said, pointing to the night sky. "The clouds are thickening, and the wind direction has changed. There will definitely be a heavy rainstorm in Zhongnan Mountain in the next two days."

Yang Guo didn't react immediately: "So what if it's raining? We can just stay inside."

"Do you even have a brain?" Huang Rong glared at him. "How deep did you dig that pit in the mass grave?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

Last night, in order to save time, he hastily dug a shallow pit in the mass grave and buried Yin Zhiping in it. He covered it with a layer of loose soil and fallen leaves.

"Less than two feet," Yang Guo answered truthfully.

"After a downpour, that little bit of loose soil won't be enough to stop the rain from washing away the dust," Huang Rong said quickly. "Yin Zhiping's body will definitely be exposed. Although the Quanzhen Sect's disciples who were searching the mountain have withdrawn, woodcutters and herb gatherers usually pass through the back mountain. Once someone discovers that Yin Zhiping died on the mountain, your lie about fleeing to escape punishment will fall apart."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Yang Guo's back.

He was too careless. He only thought about burying the person and that was it, but he ignored the fatal factor of the weather.

The sword wound in Yin Zhiping's chest was inflicted by him, and the broken ribs were broken by Huang Rong with her Dog-Beating Stick. Once the body is exposed, anyone with eyes can see that it was murdered, and killed by sword wounds and blunt force trauma. The Quanzhen Sect will definitely investigate thoroughly. And if they follow the clues, things will get much more complicated.

"The body must be moved," Yang Guo decided immediately.

"That's right." Huang Rong nodded. "We need to dig up the body before it rains and find a safe place to bury it deep, or simply destroy the evidence."

Yang Guo rubbed his temples. In his current weakened state, he couldn't even walk a few steps without getting out of breath, let alone dig a pit or move a corpse.

Huang Rong noticed his predicament.

"I'll help you." Huang Rong grasped Yang Guo's hand. "But we need to hurry. I've been away from Xiangyang for a while now. The defense of Xiangyang cannot afford to fall, and the Beggars' Sect has so many affairs to attend to. I can't stay in Zhongnan Mountain for long. After dealing with this matter, I must return to Xiangyang as soon as possible."

Yang Guo grasped Huang Rong's hand in return, feeling a pang of reluctance.

"Sister Rong, how exactly do I do it?" Yang Guo asked.

Huang Rong tapped her fingers twice on the table.

"The body can't be left on the mountain, nor can it be buried anywhere else. The Quanzhen Sect has too many eyes and ears; it will be dug up sooner or later." Huang Rong's tone was calm. "To solve this once and for all, we must arrange a legitimate way for him to die. So that even in death, the case can't be overturned."

Yang Guo moved closer.

Huang Rong continued, "The porcelain bottle containing the sleeping potion that Huo Du gave to Yin Zhiping, you still have it on you, right?"

Yang Guo reached into his sleeve pocket, took out the porcelain bottle, and placed it on the table.

"Alright." Huang Rong looked at the porcelain bottle. "On my way here, I encountered a few Mongol soldiers. I took care of one of them and seized a Mongol-style sword. Put this porcelain bottle and the sword together."

Yang Guo was quick-witted and immediately understood Huang Rong's intentions.

"Are you going to stage a scene where the Mongols killed someone to cover it up?" Yang Guo asked.

"Yes." Huang Rong nodded. "At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, beside the official road leading to the Mongolian post station, there is an abandoned post station. Move Yin Zhiping's body there. Use a Mongolian sword to inflict several wounds on his body, and stuff this porcelain bottle into his arms. Create the illusion that he was met by the Mongols during his escape, but was silenced by them due to a dispute over the spoils or because he lost his usefulness."

Yang Guo nodded repeatedly. This move was brilliant.

Huang Rong hadn't finished speaking.

"Having the scene isn't enough; we also need witnesses." Huang Rong lowered her voice. "I'll use carrier pigeons to spread the word among the Beggars' Sect disciples down the mountain. Say that a passerby saw Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing entering and leaving the inn where Huo Du was staying. The two got into an argument over power in the Quanzhen Sect, and Zhao Zhijing accidentally killed Yin Zhiping."

Yang Guo's eyes lit up.

Killing two birds with one stone.

"In this way, Yin Zhiping's crime of colluding with the Mongols is completely confirmed. The Quanzhen Sect will announce that the traitor has been killed by the Mongols or Zhao Zhijing, and the case will be closed." Huang Rong picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip. "Zhao Zhijing is usually close to Yin Zhiping, so he can't wash himself off this dirty water. You've also taken down one of the thorns in the side of the Quanzhen Sect."

Yang Guo clapped his hands together.

"Wonderful!" Yang Guo exclaimed sincerely. "Sister Rong, you are truly my female Zhuge Liang. With you here, I am so comfortable being the sect leader."

Yang Guo reached out and wrapped his arm around Huang Rong's waist.

Huang Rong had a slender waist and felt wonderful to the touch. Yang Guo's fingers even gave her a couple of playful pinches.

"My back is really sore, thanks to your plan, it saved me a lot of effort." Yang Guo started to act irreverently.

Huang Rong raised her hand and slapped Yang Guo's hand away.

"Stop with that. Let's get down to business." Huang Rong stopped smiling, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She was very pleased with Yang Guo's praise.

Yang Guo withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers together.

"The plan is good, but who will do the work of moving the corpses?" Yang Guo pointed to himself. "I'm out of breath after walking just a few steps. If I go down the mountain to move a dead body, I'll definitely die on the way. You're even less capable. How could the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect move a corpse? What kind of decorum would that be?"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him.

"I've arranged for two nine-bag elders from the Beggars' Sect. They'll disguise themselves as woodcutters and meet us near the mass grave on the back mountain in half an hour," Huang Rong said methodically. "Now that you're the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, leaving the palace late at night would be too conspicuous. We need to send someone trustworthy to guide you."

Yang Guo touched his chin.

He turned to look at the closed door.

"Lu Wushuang," Yang Guo called out.

The door was pushed open. Lu Wushuang walked in and stopped three steps away.

"Why did you call me?" Lu Wushuang asked.

Yang Guo straightened up.

"I have a task for you," Yang Guo said seriously. "Go to the Burial Mound tonight."

Lu Wushuang's noodles turned white.

"What...what are you going there for?" Lu Wushuang's voice was strained. She had just carried a corpse there last night, and the thought of it still made her nauseous.

"Lead the way," Yang Guo said directly. "Sister Rong has arranged for two Beggars' Clan brothers to meet us at the back of the mountain. You lead them to Yin Zhiping's grave, dig up the body, and transport it along the path at the back of the mountain to the abandoned post station next to the official road at the foot of the mountain."

Lu Wushuang took two steps back.

"I'm not going!" Lu Wushuang shook her head. "Digging up corpses in the middle of the night? I'm not going!"

Yang Guo stepped forward and stared at Lu Wushuang.

"You must go," Yang Guo said brooking no refusal. "The entire Quanzhen Sect is watching me; I can't get out. You're not a member of the Quanzhen Sect, so no one will notice you. You witnessed me burying people last night; only you know their exact location."

Lu Wushuang bit her lip, her eyes reddening.

She was afraid. It was a mass grave, and there were dead people there.

"I'm not going. You can kill me, but I won't go." Lu Wushuang's stubbornness flared up.

Yang Guo wasn't angry.

He turned and walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a sheathed dagger. He then picked up an oil paper package from the table, which contained a few pieces of dry rations.

Yang Guo took the two items, walked back to Lu Wushuang, and handed them to her.

Lu Wushuang did not answer.

"Take it." Yang Guo's voice turned cold.

Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo. Yang Guo's hand was steady, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

"Fear is fear, but you still have to do it." Yang Guo stared into her eyes. "You want to learn martial arts, you want revenge, but you're afraid of even a dead man. What revenge can you possibly take?"

Lu Wushuang trembled slightly, took a breath, raised her hand, and took the dagger and the oil paper package.

The dagger was heavy.

"Once the matter is settled, come straight back. Don't talk to anyone on the way," Yang Guo instructed.

Lu Wushuang tucked the dagger into her belt and took the oil paper package.

"I understand," Lu Wushuang replied softly.

She turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The courtyard was quiet. Lu Wushuang looked at the dark night sky, gripped the hilt of the dagger at her waist, dragged her limping leg, walked out of the courtyard gate, and disappeared into the night.

inside the house.

Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo.

"You're quite strict with her," Huang Rong said.

"Jade must be carved to become a useful object." Yang Guo sat back down in his chair. "Since she's with me, she has to be useful. Just knowing how to serve tea and water isn't enough."