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

The gates of the Guo residence were getting closer and closer.

Lu Wushuang's pace slowed down.

She held Yang Guo's arm with one hand, while unconsciously clenching her sleeve with the other.

She was very bold when she was arguing with Da Wu and Xiao Wu at the city gate, and she didn't take those two good-for-nothings seriously at all.

But now that she was actually on Guo Jing's territory, she felt guilty.

She knew better than anyone the relationship between Yang Guo and Huang Rong.

Although Huang Rong didn't witness the scene of treating Yang Guo's injuries with her own eyes while he lay on the cold jade bed in Zhongnan Mountain for forty-nine days with her clothes half-undone, she could clearly smell the scent of perfume on Yang Guo's body afterwards.

This is not counting.

In the courtyard of the Quanzhen Sect leader, Lu Wushuang acted as a lookout for them countless times.

The sounds coming from inside the house couldn't be hidden behind a door or a window.

At that time, she hadn't yet been taken as a concubine by Yang Guo. As a naive young girl, she squatted in the courtyard, listening with her ears burning and her legs going weak, unable to move for a long time.

She never mentioned these things to anyone. These things, kept buried deep inside, could be fatal to even utter a single word about.

Huang Rong was Guo Jing's woman.

Who is Guo Jing?

The number one person below the Five Greats in the world.

He had mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to perfection, achieved mastery of the Nine Yin Manual, and never failed in his ambidextrous fighting technique.

Based solely on martial arts skills, the number of people in the entire Central Plains martial arts world who can confront him head-on can be counted on one hand.

Not to mention that he also held military power in Xiangyang, an important town, and the soldiers and civilians of the city worshipped him as a living Buddha.

Where is my husband?

At the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm, with the fifth rank of One-Finger Divine Skill. In the martial arts world, he would be a top-tier master, but placing him alongside someone of Guo Jing's level is like trying to shine a lantern on the sun.

What if Guo Jing finds out?

Lu Wushuang's neck hairs stood on end.

She couldn't quite figure out Guo Jing's personality, but she had heard the stories circulating in the martial arts world.

The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and people, are honest and upright, and have a clear conscience.

No matter how nice these titles sound, they can still turn on you when the time comes.

Even the most honest and kind man, if he's cheated on, do you think he'll take action?

If Yang Guo's innate primordial energy bead were to strike with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, could it withstand the blow?

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Her fingers, which were holding Yang Guo's arm, tightened unconsciously, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Lu Wushuang moved closer to Yang Guo and reached out with her other hand to tug at Yang Guo's sleeve.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Yang Guo turned his head and glanced at her.

"No...it's nothing."

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Husband, perhaps we shouldn't go in. I'm afraid something might happen."

"Where else can we go if not?"

"I mean..." Lu Wushuang stopped herself from speaking.

What she wanted to ask was what would happen if Guo Jing found out, but she couldn't say that in front of her cousin.

My cousin is cunning; even a single word that reaches her ears can be a source of trouble.

She paused, then changed her question. "Are we really going to the Marshal's Mansion?"

Yang Guo turned his head and looked at Lu Wushuang's face, which was full of worry.

He maintained a composed demeanor, and his steps were perfectly steady.

But he knew perfectly well that the clothes on his back were already stuck to his skin.

Yang Guo never hesitated to assess his own abilities.

At the peak of the initial stage of the Innate Realm, he's impressive enough to be considered a figure of respect in the martial arts world, but Guo Jing is not a figure of that world.

Guo Jing's cultivation level was more than one level above his. The Nine Yin Manual, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the Ambidextrous Technique were stacked together, forming an immovable iron mountain.

If they really fought, Yang Guo would be lucky if he could withstand ten moves.

The most dangerous thing is Guo Jing's brain.

It's not that this person isn't smart, it's just that his smartness only leads him down one path.

Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness; right and wrong are clearly distinguished. If you try to talk to him about exchanging benefits, he won't agree.

You can talk to him about the rules of the underworld, but he only recognizes one: kill those who deserve to be killed, and release those who deserve to be released.

You ask him if he's reasonable? He is, and he's more righteous than anyone else.

You asked him if he would give you a chance? He said yes, he would give you a chance to kneel down and admit your mistake.

What if you don't admit your mistake?

That's the logic behind the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Yang Guo scratched the back of his head, quickly banishing the unpleasant thought.

He decided to come up with a good idea.

The thought of seeing Sister Rong soon filled Yang Guo with excitement.

Indeed, lust is a double-edged sword.

Eight out of ten times when a man gets into trouble, it's because he can't control his lower body.

But if everything is controlled, what's the point of living?

There was something about Huang Rong that he found addictive.

It wasn't her beauty or her methods, but rather the true nature of her that was revealed after she laid down her armor in front of him.

The thirty-five-year-old Beggars' Sect leader, one of the most brilliant minds in the world, looked like a little girl huddled in his arms. That contrast was more potent than any aphrodisiac.

It's been almost half a year since we parted ways at Zhongnan Mountain.

Just thinking about it makes my heart itch.

Excitement aside, I still need to save my life.

Yang Guo silently considered the matter for a moment.

As long as you don't deliberately reveal your secret, someone as honest as Guo Jing wouldn't be able to guess it's you.

Huang Rong was more cautious than him in this regard.

She's the gang leader; she cares about her reputation and wants to keep all the loose ends hidden.

In front of Guo Jing, her acting skills were no less than his own.

Ultimately, it comes down to not having a strong enough fist.

Only when you've mastered the One-Finger Divine Skill to the third rank, or fully comprehended the Double Yang Sword Intent, will you have the confidence to stand and speak in front of Guo Jing.

For now, we should keep a low profile and behave ourselves.

"Don't be afraid." Yang Guo squeezed Lu Wushuang's fingers. "Sister Rong is very discreet; nothing will go wrong. With me here, I'll hold up the sky if it falls. Just follow behind me and don't say much."

"But Master Guo..."

"It's best if he's not in the manor. If he were, I'm confident I could handle it." Yang Guo's voice was very low, only Lu Wushuang could hear it.

"We're here to pay a visit, not to die. When has anything ever gone wrong with Sister Rong's arrangements?"

Lu Wushuang nodded with some doubt.

She didn't say anything more, loosened her grip on her sleeve, and continued walking forward.

The cold sweat in my palms was still there; I clenched my fists to dry them.

The four armored soldiers at the entrance of the general's mansion bowed and saluted when they saw Wu Dunru leading his men over.

Wu Dunru maintained a high-handed demeanor, his right leg limping as he stumbled as he climbed the steps. He waved to the soldiers.

"Inform my master's wife that we have captured several swindlers impersonating the leader of the Quanzhen Sect at the city gate and brought them here for her to see."

The soldier responded and turned to go inside to report. The gatekeeper recognized Wu Dunru and let him through immediately.

Yang Guo stood at the gate, leading his horse. While waiting for someone to go in and announce his arrival, his eyes had already scanned the entire courtyard.

The courtyard wall is very high, made of blue bricks, and the top is inlaid with broken porcelain pieces to prevent people from climbing over.

There is a side room on each side of the main gate. The windows are covered with thick gauze, and there are shadowy figures moving inside, who are the sentries on duty.

A stone-paved path leads from the main gate to the screen wall, with two rows of locust trees planted on both sides, and stone benches and weapon racks placed under the shade of the trees.

There were many people coming and going in the courtyard, including military officers in armor and clerks in civilian clothes.

Yang Guo's gaze fell on the southwest corner of the wall.

Three disciples dressed in Beggars' Sect uniforms squatted there, facing the gate.

One was tidying up a cloth bag, two were talking, but none of the three of them took their eyes off the doorway.

People from the Beggars' Sect.

Yang Guo understood.

Huang Rong's intelligence network in the Marshal's Mansion had at least three layers.

On the surface, it's Guo Jing's headquarters; in secret, it's a branch of the Beggars' Sect; and deeper still, there's a web that Huang Rong herself created.

His affair with Da Wu and Xiao Wu at the city gate must have already been reported to Huang Rong by someone.

Yang Guo glanced at the positions and directions of the three Beggar Clan disciples and silently drew a line in his mind.

There were more than just these three hidden stakes in the southwest corner. The wounded soldier sitting under the locust tree on the east wall, who was supposed to be "resting," was holding a bamboo tube in his hand.

The bamboo tube was wrapped with strips of yellow cloth; it was a message tube used by the Beggars' Sect to communicate.

In this marshal's mansion, not even a fly could escape Huang Rong's eyes.

"Go in," Wu Dunru urged.

Yang Guo tied his horse to the post by the door and casually untied the knot. He patted the horse's neck and followed Wu Dunru's retreating figure across the threshold.

Lu Wushuang followed closely to his left, one hand resting on the hilt of her sword. This gesture was somewhat improper in the marshal's mansion, but she ignored it.

Cheng Ying walked at the very back. As she entered, she paused, glancing sideways at the person under the locust tree on the east wall. She only looked once before looking away.

She recognized him; he was a sixth-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

Cheng Ying lowered her head and quickened her pace to catch up with the group. Her veil fluttered in the wind, revealing half of her chin.

At this moment, in the main room of the backyard of the Marshal's Mansion, Huang Rong was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding a peach wood comb in her hand, slowly combing her long hair.

She received the news half an incense stick's time ago.

The Beggars' Sect planted four hidden agents at the city gate, who took turns on duty in two shifts to keep an eye on the flow of people entering and leaving the city.

As soon as Yang Guo and his two companions lined up, one of the spies recognized Lu Wushuang's willow-leaf scimitar. The news was delivered to the Marshal's Mansion in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

A Beggar Clan disciple dressed in burlap stood outside the screen, head bowed, reporting.

"Chief, Master Yang was stopped at the city gate by two young masters of the Martial Clan. The young masters of the Martial Clan wanted to check Master Yang's belongings, and a small conflict broke out. Master Yang didn't fight back much, but the eldest young master of the Martial Clan fell several times and his steps were not very steady. The girl who was with Master Yang used a willow-leaf dagger to fight with the second young master of the Martial Clan, tearing his clothes and loosening his belt. Later, they followed the two young masters into the mansion. There was also a woman wearing a veiled hat with Master Yang, but she didn't fight and just stood behind him."

The entire process of Lu Wushuang fighting Wu Xiuwen, the scene of Yang Guo being chased by Wu Dunru, and even the detail of an extra person in the group were all reported in detail.

After hearing this, Huang Rong waved her hand to dismiss the scout.

"Who is that woman wearing the veil?"

The scout stopped and thought for a moment. "Reporting to the leader, we found nothing. She was wearing a green dress, had a slender figure, and her face was not visible. She didn't speak or make a move the whole way. She just followed behind Sect Leader Yang the entire time."

"Alright, you can go now."

After the scouts left, only Huang Rong and her two personal maids remained in the room.

Huang Rong put down the peach wood comb and looked at her face in the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror is thirty-five years old. She is well-maintained, with a fair complexion, and the contours of her eyebrows and eyes have not changed much compared to ten years ago.

But she knew that the two fine lines at the corners of her eyes were a little deeper than last year.

Her reaction was complicated.

The conflict between Yang Guo and the two Wu brothers was nothing at all.

She knew Yang Guo too well; that little thief was so cunning, how could he possibly be outmaneuvered by those two good-for-nothings, Da Wu and Xiao Wu?

She could even guess that Yang Guo was pretending to be cowardly on purpose.

That guy loves doing this kind of thing: first, he puts himself in the lowest position, and then, after the other person has had enough of showing off, he turns the tables and slaps them in the face.

It's easy to guess that Da Wu and Xiao Wu suffered a great loss at the city gate and were completely outmaneuvered by Yang Guo.

The scout said that Wu Dunru "fell several times and his steps were not very steady."

That might fool others, but it won't fool her.

Wu Dunru's Quanzhen swordplay was taught to him by his brother Jing, so his foundation wasn't bad and he wasn't too unsteady on his feet.

There's only one explanation: Yang Guo made his move, so subtly that even Wu Dunru himself didn't know what had happened to him.

Huang Rong was all too familiar with this tactic.

She recalled those days in Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Guo turned the Quanzhen Sect upside down when he was in charge, using this very method.

You're standing across from him, chatting and laughing, and before you know it, all the cards in your hand are in his pocket.

These two good-for-nothing disciples taught by Brother Jing are not only bad at martial arts, but also not smart enough. They are no match for Yang Guo.

Huang Rong's lips twitched slightly.

However, it was the woman wearing a veiled hat that the scout mentioned that caught her attention.

When Yang Guo left, only Lu Wushuang was by his side.

Along the way to Xiangyang, another woman appeared. She wore a green skirt and a veiled hat, and remained silent and unassuming.

When did Yang Guo get a quiet, silent woman by his side?

Huang Rong picked up the peach wood comb, then put it down again. She turned to look out the window.

"Cui'er, go and get my lotus-colored jacket."

The maid, Cui'er, was taken aback. "Master, isn't it fine to wear casual clothes today?"

"Just take it when I tell you to."

Cui'er didn't dare to ask any more questions and turned to rummage through the wardrobe.

Huang Rong picked up the comb again and began to comb her hair, stroke by stroke.

It's been almost half a year since we last met.

Her hand movements were a beat slower than before.