Martial Arts Master: The Lin Family Sword God, who swept through the Five Mountains and Four Sects

Zi Nu was also there.

"Young master, you've been staying at Zilan Pavilion for half a month, and you only have a little over two hundred taels of gold left. The person who owes you money hasn't come yet; they're probably trying to renege on their debt." She smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling. "How about... you tell me that person's name? Zilan Pavilion will help you collect the debt, and we'll split the profits fifty-fifty, how about that?"

"Half a month?" Lin Tian was taken aback, then chuckled softly, his tone slightly cold. "You're really patient. You don't even have this much self-awareness. It seems the lesson I taught you last time was too lenient."

Zi Nu chuckled and stood up: "Young Master Lin and Nong Yu, please continue your conversation. We have distinguished guests today, and as the host, I must personally greet them."

"Oh?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. "A distinguished guest who could be personally greeted by the Purple Maiden, could it be King Han An himself visiting this place of pleasure?"

"Young master is too kind," Zi Nu said calmly. "King Han would never come to a place like this. It was Prime Minister Zhang who opened this place."

After saying that, she turned and left, her skirt swaying lightly without leaving a trace.

Zhang Kai's arrival, coupled with the recent uproar over the ghost soldiers' robbery of supplies—most likely he's here to ask Han Fei to solve the case. In other words, Han Fei is currently at Zilan Pavilion?

Ha... He owes money but doesn't pay it back, instead he's here pretending to be a detective, playing power games, and getting involved in all this messy stuff. Since he's come knocking on my door, don't blame me for adding some fuel to the fire.

If Han Fei knew that Lin Tian considered his strategic planning as "utterly chaotic," he would probably be so angry that he would smash his wine glass.

"What are you thinking about, young master?" Nongyu asked softly when she saw Lin Tian's expression turn slightly serious. "Are you worried about money? Sister Zinu was just mentioning it casually. If you're short on cash, I have a few thousand taels of gold here. You can take it first."

Lin Tian laughed: "I didn't expect Nongyu to be a hidden little rich woman? She's so open about her wealth, aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

Nongyu shook her head, her eyes clear: "I'm not afraid. I trust you, young master. Besides, I don't need much money here at Zilan Pavilion. I'm happy to be able to help you."

As she spoke, she gazed quietly at Lin Tian, ​​her eyes as still as water.

Lin Tian's heart stirred slightly. Although he wasn't exactly a seasoned player in matters of the heart, he could still understand the meaning behind that silence.

Rumors had already spread—that there was something ambiguous between Young Master Lin and Nongyu. But she never defended herself. How could he not understand the true feelings of a woman guarding a hopeless love in such a place?

To say I wasn't tempted would be a lie.

The problem is... he hasn't explained things clearly to Dongfang yet. If he continues to flirt with other women like this, he's really afraid that one day Dongfang will chase him down three streets with a knife.

"Nongyu, you shouldn't stay in a place like this," he suddenly whispered.

Upon hearing this, Nongyu smiled and gently shook her head: "Sister Zinu has been incredibly kind to me. Nongyu is of humble status, but even if it costs me my life, I will repay her."

Lin Tian looked at her, then his tone suddenly turned serious: "I don't like hearing that."

"Huh?" Nongyu was taken aback.

He didn't say anything more, but he had already made up his mind. He smiled and asked, "I was just thinking about something—if someone owed you a large debt and had no intention of paying it back, do you think you should teach them a lesson?"

"...That's right." Nongyu nodded with a light laugh.

"Do you want to see how I teach him a lesson?" A mischievous glint flashed in Lin Tian's eyes.

Nongyu blinked and nodded.

"Let's go." He stood up, a smug smile on his face. "The show's about to begin."

On the second floor of Zilanxuan, there is an elegant and quiet room.

Han Fei gently swirled his cup, a smile playing on his lips: "Prime Minister, I'll help you solve the case, and in return, you can recommend me to the King for the position of Minister of Justice. What do you say?"

Zhang Kai frowned: "Young master, you are of noble birth, why would you need to get involved in criminal matters?"

"The criminal laws and regulations, the rules and regulations, are quite interesting," Han Fei said casually.

"This matter concerns the law of the land; how can it be treated lightly—" Before Zhang Kaidi could finish speaking, Zhang Liang interrupted:

"Grandfather, if Brother Han can truly solve this case, he is indeed the most suitable candidate."

Zhang Kai hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Granted."

Having achieved his goal, Han Fei's smile deepened, and he turned his gaze to Zhang Liang: "It is truly a blessing for the Zhang family that the Prime Minister has such a talented man as Zifang."

"Brother Han, you flatter me. I, Zifang, am unworthy of such praise," Zhang Liang quickly said, bowing.

Han Fei chuckled lightly, his words carrying a profound meaning: "You had already foreseen that Ji Wuye would use the military pay case to eliminate his political enemies, so you pushed me, a leisurely young master, into it, forcing him to hesitate. Besides, Lord Anping and Lord Longquan are both members of the royal family and nobles; even with your high reputation, it would be difficult for you to investigate them. It would be perfect for me to step in."

"Brother Han..." Zhang Liang's expression changed slightly, showing a hint of shame.

"If I handle this well, my grandfather can rest easy and even gain merit; if the case makes no progress, at least it will buy him some breathing room. What a clever substitution..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Before Han Fei could even raise his head, a thunderous roar struck him, nearly causing his soul to fly away:

"Han Fei, you bastard, you're not human! You owe five thousand three hundred gold coins for gambling, drinking, whoring, and running away with your sister Honglian—!"

Lin Tian's shout was powered by his inner strength, even employing the secret vocal technique of the Ghost Prison Yin Wind. Not to mention Han Fei, who was stunned on the spot, even Nongyu, Zi Nu, Zhang Liang, and the others standing to the side were all petrified.

What's going on?!

Lin Tian stared calmly at Han Fei: "Instead of worrying about how to pay back the money, you're meddling in other people's business. Aren't you too idle? Should I get you a horse and drag you out of town for a couple of laps?"

Upon hearing this, Han Fei trembled and his face turned pale instantly.

He still remembered that return trip—Lin Tian complained that he was walking too slowly, said he had a way to speed things up, and asked if he was willing.

Han Fei was overjoyed, thinking they would be riding together, but...

Lin Tian pulled out a thick rope from somewhere, quickly tied him up like a dumpling, and tied him directly to the back of the horse before galloping away! Although he was protected by his internal energy the whole time, he wasn't hurt at all, and his clothes weren't even torn an inch.

But the psychological trauma has not yet subsided.

While Han Fei was still in a daze, Zhang Kaidi, his face already dark, spoke in an unfriendly tone: "Who are you?! I was discussing matters with the Ninth Young Master when you barged into the inner chamber. What kind of behavior is this? Han Fei is a prince of Han, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly. Do you know..."

"Your Excellency, please don't be angry, please don't be angry!" Han Fei hurriedly interrupted, "Brother Lin is my close friend. He was just joking. Please don't take it seriously."

He knew perfectly well that if Zhang Kai continued speaking, his position as Minister of Justice would likely be lost before he even took office. Lin Tian was a ruthless character who would draw his sword in a moment of anger; if the Prime Minister were to die on the spot, who would recommend him?

"What do I know?" Lin Tian said lightly, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the open ground. "Prime Minister, please continue."

Zhang Kaidi wanted to reprimand him, but when he was stared at by that gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave—like a wild rabbit encountering a circling eagle, his life hanging by a thread.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and turned away.