The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

At 6:30 a.m., outside the Shen family villa in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.

Qingxu stood behind a landscape tree 20 meters outside the wrought iron gate.

He rubbed his hands together and peered around curiously.

Enter?

Or not go in?

Entering would be a disgrace to the head of the Purple Mansion.

An elder of the dignified Taiqing Palace, acting as a doorman for a little girl to deliver a visiting card—how will he ever be able to maintain his reputation in the Taoist community if word gets out?

Not going in?

Qingxu's mind flashed back to last night in Anping City Square, torn to pieces by the half-step ghost king.

He immediately felt a chill.

"What are you doing?"

A voice came from the side and behind.

Qingxu was startled and turned around abruptly.

Shen Xingzhou was wearing a gray tracksuit, with a towel draped around his neck, and was covered in sweat.

He had clearly just returned from his morning run, and stared at the suspicious-looking old Taoist priest with wary eyes.

Jiangcheng was in turmoil last night, and Shen Xingzhou didn't sleep well at all. Now he sees everyone as an assassin sent by the Qi family.

"Ahem, poor thing..."

Qingxu coughed lightly and straightened his back.

"Passing by on a poor road."

Shen Xingzhou looked him up and down, but didn't believe him at all.

He pressed the intercom on the gate directly.

"Uncle Liu, there's a suspicious-looking man at the door. Have the men come out and take a look."

Ten seconds later.

The iron gate clicked open.

Lu Chen was the first to step forward.

He wore a dark red Taoist robe, had one arm, and carried two swords on his back.

Lu Chen walked to the gate, his one eye sweeping over Shen Xingzhou before finally landing on Qingxu.

The air froze for three seconds.

Lu Chen narrowed his one eye and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"The Chief of the Purple Mansion? You're thieving here?"

Shen Xingzhou was stunned.

The head?

Qingxu's old face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He rushed forward, grabbed Lu Chen's sleeve, and whispered.

"Shut up! Don't call me 'Head of the House'!"

Lu Chen remained unmoved, letting him pull him along.

"Instead of cultivating in seclusion at Taiqing Palace, you've come to loiter around the foot of Jiangcheng City's walls. Does the Celestial Master know about this?"

"You think I wanted to come?"

Qingxu's voice was choked with sobs.

"That girl Su Qingluan is here! Last night in Anping, she tore apart a half-step Ghost King! I'm her errand girl now! If I don't come, she could tear Jiangcheng apart!"

A flicker of emotion flashed in Lu Chen's single eye.

Has Su Qingluan gone down the mountain?

He turned and made way for him.

"Let's go inside and talk."

The living room of the Shen family.

Shen Zhengting sat in the main seat, holding a cup of morning tea.

Shen Xingzhou sat beside him, wiping his sweat with a towel.

Qingxu sat in the guest seat, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

He quickly pulled out a gold-embossed visiting card from his wide sleeve and handed it to Uncle Liu, who was walking over.

"This is……"

Shen Zhengting put down his teacup.

"Visiting card".

Qingxu forced himself to speak.

"Mr. Chen's junior sister, Su Qingluan of Tianyin Pavilion, is having a classical music exchange at the Jianglan Cultural Center tonight, and Ms. Shen has been specially invited to join us."

Shen Zhengting and Shen Xingzhou exchanged a glance.

Mr. Chen's junior sister?

Shen Xingzhou immediately took out his phone and dialed his assistant Xiao Zhou's number.

"Check out the background of the classical music exchange event at the Jianglan Cultural Center tonight."

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Zhou's keyboard clicked away for half a minute.

"Mr. Shen, we've found it."

Xiao Zhou's voice was filled with shock.

"This event is of extremely high caliber. Tickets are not sold to the public; it is a private banquet for bigwigs. The entry threshold is a net worth of billions or the president of a provincial-level or above cultural association. Top national music masters from across the country are all gathered here."

Xiao Zhou paused for a moment.

"The mystery guest who will be the final guest hasn't been named yet, but I heard that several retired leaders from Beijing have made a special trip to come here."

Shen Xingzhou hung up the phone, his expression changing.

He looked at Qingxu.

"Is this Ms. Su the final guest?"

Qingxu nodded.

Shen Xingzhou leaned back on the sofa and gave a cold laugh.

"My brother-in-law's junior sister, what a grand entrance! This isn't an exchange meeting, it's a trap!"

"Sailing".

Shen Zhengting spoke up to stop him. He looked at Qingxu.

"Since she is Mr. Chen's junior sister, she is naturally a distinguished guest of the Shen family, but Nianqing..."

Footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Shen Nianqing was wearing a simple beige loungewear outfit, with her long hair casually tied back.

Without any makeup, she exuded an innate composure.

Uncle Liu handed over the gold-embossed visiting card.

Shen Nianqing took it.

Turn it over.

The handwriting is strong and elegant, exuding a sharp, sword-like aura.

"Su Qingluan".

Shen Nianqing read the name aloud.

Qingxu stared at her nervously.

He was afraid that this rich young lady might lose her temper and tear up the invitation card.

He really won't be able to explain himself when he goes back.

Shen Nianqing closed the visiting card, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Since she is his junior sister and has come from afar, I, as her sister-in-law, should do my best to be a good host."

She placed the visiting card on the coffee table and turned to look at Uncle Liu.

"Uncle Liu, reply to this message. I'll be there on time."

Qingxu let out a long sigh of relief.

As if granted a general amnesty.

"Well... I'll take my leave now!"

Qingxu stood up and ran out of the Shen family's gate in a flash.

The speed was so fast that even Lu Chen didn't have time to react.

After Qingxu left, Uncle Liu took out a plain-colored envelope from his pocket.

"Young Miss, this is a letter that the Taoist priest gave me privately. He said it's a letter from Mr. Chen to you."

Shen Nianqing's gaze shifted slightly.

She took the envelope and opened it.

Familiar handwriting.

"Spring is in full bloom in the mountains, and the tung trees are in full bloom. You said you wanted to see the tung blossoms last time. I'll bring you here after I'm done with this busy period."

"The fourth betrothal gift will be delivered in a few days; you will like it."

"Miss you."

Shen Nianqing looked at the last two words.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated, transforming into a pool of spring water.

Shen Xingzhou leaned closer to take a look.

"What did my brother-in-law write?"

Shen Nianqing folded the letter and put it in her pocket.

"It's nothing."

She looked at the gold-embossed invitation card on the coffee table.

The fourth betrothal gift.

Junior sister.

Sending out invitations.

Shen Nianqing was incredibly clever and instantly connected all the clues together.

The smile on her face faded, and her eyes became deep.

"Big brother, come with me tonight."

……

Park Hyatt Hotel, downtown Jiangcheng.

Presidential Suite.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the lights were off.

Su Qingluan sat with her back to the door in front of the French windows.

An ordinary guzheng was placed in front of him.

Qingxu stood by the door, head bowed, as he reported.

"She answered and said... she'd be on time."

Qingxu didn't dare repeat the phrase "as a sister-in-law" verbatim, fearing that Su Qingluan would tear the hotel down on the spot.

Su Qingluan remained silent.

Her fingers rested on the strings, plucking them gently.

"Zheng".

The sound of the piano is clear and clear.

"What courage!"

Su Qingluan's voice echoed in the dimly lit room, cold and devoid of any warmth.

Her fingers suddenly hooked onto a string.

Lift it up.

Spiritual pressure flowed into the strings through his fingertips.

"collapse!"

The string snapped, making a sharp, tearing sound.

The broken string sliced ​​through the air like a sharp blade, cutting an oil painting on the side wall in two.

Qingxu shrank his neck.

Su Qingluan stood up, her dark red Taoist robe billowing in the darkness.

"I want to see just how tough the people he's chosen are."