Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"Li Xunhuan wasn't despicable. He gave his fiancée away and got himself completely drunk. And what was the result? You, the victim, were neither human nor ghost."

"Long Xiaoyun is despicable, but he made you the mistress of the manor for ten years, and no one dared to embarrass you to your face."

"In this world, if you don't have a knife in your hand, you're just a fish on the chopping block."

Qin Han released his grip, took out a dark iron plaque from his pocket, and threw it onto the account book.

The iron plaque is engraved with a bird with outstretched wings.

"This is the chief intelligence officer of Lingjiu Palace in the Guanzhong area."

Qin Han said it casually, "From now on, every blade of grass and every tree in this land will be under your watchful eye. I want you to be my eyes in Guanzhong."

Lin Shiyin looked at the iron plaque, her hands trembling slightly.

This thing is too heavy.

"I...I can't."

Her instinct was to refuse, "I'm just a woman, these things..."

"What's wrong with women?"

Qin Han interrupted her, "Women are naturally more meticulous and better at acting than men. You were wasting your energy on crying before."

"Now I want you to learn to laugh, to learn how to put a knife into someone's ribs while laughing."

Qin Han walked around the desk to her back, bent down and took her hand that was holding the pen.

His chest pressed against her back, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

Write a note of approval.

Qin Han's voice carried a seductive tone, "Have your men go and give that rich man Wang a talking-to, and get him to give up that shop in the east of the city. We just happen to need a storefront to sell cosmetics."

Lin Shiyin's hand felt hot in his palm.

She took a breath, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with Qin Han's fragrance filled her nostrils.

She remembered that day in the hall, seeing those usually aloof and arrogant martial arts heroes kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

That feeling is definitely much more satisfying than crying in bed.

Lin Shiyin's wrist moved.

The pen wrote a few words on the paper, ink dripping everywhere, then he added a red seal.

The moment that bright red stamp landed on the paper, Lin Shiyin felt something shatter in her heart, and something else grew out.

My cousin who only ever shed tears for Li Xunhuan is dead.

"Well done."

Qin Han patted her shoulder and straightened up. "From now on, this area will be renamed Linyuan."

"I want everyone else to know that Li Xunhuan has nothing to do with this place anymore. Now, the owner of this place is you, Lin Shiyin."

Lin Shiyin looked at the bright red mark on the paper, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips.

This was the first time she had smiled in half a month.

It wasn't a bitter smile or a fawning smile, but a smile tinged with ambition.

"Young master is right."

Lin Shiyin placed the pen on the pen holder, her voice losing half of its previous gentleness and gaining a touch of coldness.

"Now that I've become the owner of this garden, I naturally can't let anyone look down on me."

She stood up, walked to the window, and pushed open the half-closed window.

A cold wind blew in, making her red coat flutter loudly.

"Young master, please give me your orders on how to deal with those hypocrites."

Looking at the bright red plum blossoms outside the window, Lin Shiyin said, "Although I am weak and powerless, I can still help you sharpen your knife, young master."

Qin Han watched her retreating figure and nodded in satisfaction.

This woman is quite perceptive; she finally burned away that sour, resentful air of a woman confined to her boudoir with the fire of power.

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

"Enter."

Qin Han shouted.

Lan Jian pushed open the door and walked in, holding a bamboo tube in his hand, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Owner."

Lan Jian quickly walked up to Qin Han and presented the bamboo tube with both hands. "It's an urgent message from Jiangnan, delivered by Diao'er."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow and took the bamboo tube.

The sealing wax was red, with a peach blossom printed on it; that was news about Cheng Ying.

Qin Han crushed the sealing wax and poured out a tightly rolled-up piece of thin paper.

There were only a few lines of text on the paper, written in neat handwriting but in haste, with somewhat messy strokes.

Qin Han glanced at it and narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Shiyin turned around and saw that Qin Han's expression was off. She subconsciously asked, "Did something happen?"

Qin Han crumpled the paper in his palm, then released his inner force, instantly turning the paper into powder.

"Li Mochou has appeared in Jiaxing."

Qin Han's voice was somewhat cold, "It seems that this female demon has gone to collect the debt from the ten-year agreement with the Lu Family Manor."

Although Lin Shiyin had never traveled far from home, she had heard of the fearsome reputation of Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy.

"Then...would you like to go, young master?"

"Of course I'll go."

Qin Han patted the Bloodthirsty Blade at his waist, feeling that it was more convenient to carry the blade at his waist. "She's my woman too. No one but me can bully her, not even Li Mochou."

He looked at Lin Shiyin, his eyes conveying both warning and expectation.

"I'm leaving. I'm entrusting Guanzhong to you. Don't let me down."

Lin Shiyin took a deep breath and bowed to Qin Han.

"Rest assured, young master."

She looked up, her eyes no longer filled with panic. "When you come back, the sky over Guanzhong will surely be red."

Xingyun Manor should now be called Linyuan.

The underfloor heating in the study was burning just right.

The last trace of chill in early spring in Guanzhong was dispelled, and the air was filled with the dry scent of sandalwood and old books.

Qin Han sat behind that large desk, which used to be Long Xiaoyun's seat.

Things have changed.

On the table was a sheet of fine-textured Huizhou Xuan paper, and the ink in the inkstone next to it was hand-ground from the finest pine soot and deer antler glue, as black as night, with a faint musky scent.

His wrist hovered in the air, the tip of the wolf-hair brush danced across the paper, the characters flowing like dragons and phoenixes, each turn exuding an unyielding domineering aura.

"Younger my wife, seeing words is like meeting her."

His writing was slow, as if he were whispering to a lover on the paper.

"The Guanzhong Plain has been settled recently, so I cleaned up the mess in the house. People like Long Xiaoyun don't even deserve a second glance from me. As for that famous Li Xunhuan, he's drunk too much and lost all his courage, now he looks like a stray dog."

As he wrote this, a playful smile appeared on Qin Han's lips.

He could almost imagine that when Cheng Ying, far away in Jiaxing, read this letter, her clear eyes would first furrow with worry, and then turn into a helpless indulgence.

That's how his woman should be.

Understand him, trust him, and indulge him.

He talked a lot about his future plans on the ship, and he didn't care about his woman.

With a shift in tone, the sharpness of the words subtly transforms into naked longing, a domineering yet ruthless sentiment.

"This place is nice, but it can't compare to Jiangnan with you. The wind in Guanzhong is harsh, and the nights are bitterly cold. Without you to keep me warm, my bed is always drafty, and it's really hard to bear."

Put down the pen and wait for the ink to dry slightly.

Qin Han took out a mutton-fat jade bottle from his bosom.

The bottle is no bigger than a thumb, flawless, and warm to the touch, as if you were holding a piece of warm jade.

Under the candlelight, the bottle showed no impurities and had a soft, radiant glow that seemed to converge inwards rather than radiate outwards.

The cork was removed with the gentleness of someone handling a rare treasure.