Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The smell of blood had dissipated somewhat.

The fragrance of plum blossoms inside the house overwhelmed it.

"Would Long Xiaoyun have dared to enter this room before?"

Qin Han asked.

Lin Shiyin shook her head.

"He wouldn't dare."

"He was afraid that Xunhuan would come back to find him."

He felt guilty.

Qin Han bent down and placed his hands on either side of Lin Shiyin's body.

He kept her in his shadow.

"I am not Long Xiaoyun."

"It's not Li Xunhuan either."

"I never ask others whether they will give me what I want."

"I'll take them myself."

His fingers traced across Lin Shiyin's cheek.

It stopped on her bloodless lips.

"This Li Garden has several hundred acres of land, worth tens of thousands of taels of silver."

"And you."

"Now they are all my spoils."

Lin Shiyin looked at the face so close to hers.

There was fire in those eyes.

The burning sensation made her anxious.

She reached out and tentatively grasped Qin Han's fingers.

"Will you... abandon me?"

"Like them."

Qin Han grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

Press her hand onto the pillow.

"As long as you listen to me."

"No one in this world can lay a finger on you."

"The monks from Shaolin Temple are no good."

"Even government officials won't do."

Qin Han lowered his head, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of her nose.

"I want to build a great empire in Guanzhong."

"This house is my headquarters."

"You are my first trophy."

"I'm a sentimental person, and I also protect my own."

Lin Shiyin's breathing became rapid.

She felt a sense of security she had never experienced before.

This sense of security is built with blood.

But it's very real.

It's much more practical than Li Xunhuan's elusive flying knives.

"I will obey."

Lin Shiyin said softly.

She raised her head voluntarily.

Her lips touched Qin Han's chin.

"As long as you don't kick me out."

"I'll do anything you ask."

Qin Han's lips curled into a smile.

He felt the pulsation of the dragon pattern within his body.

The female lead, Lin Shiyin, is experiencing a continuous flow of good fortune.

That was the nourishment of a woman of destiny.

"Not only must you be obedient."

Qin Han's hand unbuttoned the buttons on her collar.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

"You also need to learn to be ruthless."

"Long Xiaoyun is dead, and Li Xunhuan is gone."

"The servants in this manor are all afraid of me now."

"But I can't stay here every day."

"While I'm away, you have to watch over this place for me. If you disobey, I'll kill you."

Lin Shiyin was stunned for a moment.

"I...I can't."

"I have never killed anyone."

Qin Han pinched her chin.

He forced her to look into his eyes.

"Even if you've never killed one, you can learn."

"Did you throw up when Lan Jian killed someone just now?"

Lin Shiyin shook her head.

"So, when you saw Long Xiaoyun die, did you feel any relief?"

Lin Shiyin bit her lip.

After a while.

She nodded.

"happy."

"That's right."

Qin Han released her hand and lay down beside her.

He pulled her into his arms.

"In this world, good people don't live long."

"If you want to live well, you have to be worse than the bad guys."

"Worse than a villain."

"You now have power, money, and me."

Those who used to gossip about you behind your back now only dare to lick your shoes.

Lin Shiyin lay on Qin Han's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Her gaze slowly changed.

That sense of fragility and melancholy faded away.

Instead, there was an unprecedented ambition, perhaps a result of sharing fortune with Qin Han, and every woman would gravitate towards Qin Han's character and goals.

Lin Shiyin recalled the way those servants had kowtowed and begged for mercy earlier.

I recalled the manager's shameful act of begging for mercy.

So this is what power is.

It turns out that being feared is much more comfortable than being pitied.

Qin Han sensed the change in her mindset.

A slight smile curved at the corners of his lips.

He reached out and pulled down the bed curtains.

It blocked out all the light in the room.

"Go to sleep."

Qin Han's voice rang out in the dim light.

It has a seductive quality to it.

"Wake up tomorrow morning."

Wipe away your tears.

"Change into a red dress."

"From this day forward, you may be the queen."

Half a month.

The snow in the plum garden melted and accumulated again, accumulated and melted again.

The signboard that originally hung at the entrance of the manor, bearing the name Xingyun Manor, had long been chopped into pieces by Qin Han's men and thrown into the kitchen to be used as firewood.

The new plaque hasn't been hung up yet, but Qin Han said there's no rush, since no one in Baoding Prefecture would dare not recognize this gate.

The underfloor heating in the study was burning brightly, and a cool breeze blew in through a crack in the window, which effectively diluted the smell of the charcoal fire in the room.

Lin Shiyin sat behind the large desk that belonged to Long Xiaoyun.

She was wearing a red padded jacket, which Qin Han had asked her to change into.

She used to always wear white, and that plain outfit looked very unlucky.

Now, the red outfit makes her face look healthier, and the sickly, resentful air about her has faded.

Instead, it possesses a captivating beauty that makes it impossible to look away.

She wasn't holding an embroidery needle or a book of poems; instead, she was holding a pen.

She frowned, staring at the half-person-high account books and letters on the table.

"can't read?"

Qin Han held a teacup in his hand, leaning back in the armchair with his legs crossed high.

He has no chivalrous demeanor whatsoever; he's more like a mountain bandit.

Lin Shiyin put down her pen and rubbed her temples.

"There's too much random stuff written on it."

She pointed to one of the pages, "Last night, the wealthy man Wang from the east of the city stayed in the Drunken Spring Pavilion in which girl's room, the blacksmith shop in the west of the city bought how many kilograms of pig iron, and even the head constable Zhang from the prefectural government ate how many buns this morning."

"What's the point of these trivial matters?"

Qin Han put down his teacup, the porcelain bottom hitting the table with a thud.

"Trivial matters?"

Qin Han stood up and walked to the desk, placing one hand on the edge of the desk to trap Lin Shiyin in the shadows.

"What do you think Long Xiaoyun relied on to wield such power in Baoding Prefecture before? Was it his mediocre marksmanship, or his silver tongue that could talk to anyone, no matter who they were talking to?"

"Although Long Xiaoyun is useless, he knows one thing: how to find leverage over others."

Qin Han pointed at the account book and said, "Master Wang is notoriously henpecked. His wife is a shrew. If she knew he was having an affair, do you think he would be willing to pay money to keep his peace?"

Qin Han's finger slid down and stopped on the record about pig iron.

"The blacksmith shop owner ostensibly makes farm tools, but secretly he's forging weapons for the nearby Black Wind Stronghold. That's a capital offense."

"If you had this information, wouldn't the blacksmith shop become your private property?"

Lin Shiyin's eyes slowly widened.

She used to embroider in the backyard, lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, wondering when that heartless man would come back to see her again.

The outside world was black and white in her eyes, full of江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances) and sword fights.

But Qin Han's few words pierced through this barrier.

It turns out that the martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about this kind of bloodless scheming.

"But...that's too despicable."

Lin Shiyin bit her lip, her voice very soft.

"mean?"

Qin Han chuckled and reached out to pinch her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"I want you to be the one wielding the sword, not the sheath."