Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

At the same time, the Yuwen family.

Yuwen Huaji slapped the sandalwood table beside him, leaving a handprint on its surface.

His trusted subordinates shrank back in fear.

"House, head of the house..."

Yuwen Huaji looked over coldly.

"What's the latest news from Cai Jing's side?"

The confidant quickly bowed his head and replied.

"The Cai family just sent word that Prime Minister Cai was so angry that he smashed several pieces of official kiln porcelain in the courtyard, muttering something under his breath."

Yuwen Huaji's face was gloomy.

"What are you cursing about?"

The confidant looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"They cursed the King of Qin for breaking the rules, for lacking manners, and for being too far from Hangzhou, but apart from all that cursing, they made no other move."

Yuwen Huaji remained indifferent, his face showing mockery.

"What an old dog! The older he gets, the more frightening he becomes!"

He paced back and forth in the hall, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.

"What do you mean by far away? This old man is just afraid of Qin Han. Give him ten thousand taels of silver and he'll keep it hidden in his sleeve for three years."

Now that twelve million taels of silver have been taken away, he's probably seething with rage, wanting to tear the whole world to pieces, yet he doesn't dare utter a single word!

Yuwen Huaji turned to look at his confidant.

"It was Qin Han who broke the rules first. He took the woman I gave him and took advantage of me. Now he even dares to rob my pig iron. Since that's the case, there's no need to talk about manners anymore."

"Send orders to Hangzhou, to get all the spies there moving. If Qin Han wants to send the goods away, he'll have to go by water. Have them scuttle the cargo ships and burn down the docks. Let's see how he'll get them back!"

The confidant hesitated, wanting to say that this was just a way to get themselves killed.

Faced with the furious patriarch, they could only bow their heads and agree.

"Yes, I will arrange it immediately."

.......

At night, more than a dozen boats of various sizes were moored at the Hangzhou city dock.

Yun Yuzhen's Giant Kun gang members were busy carrying boxes of silver and pig iron onto the deck, while torches illuminated both banks of the river.

Several dark figures crept out of the alley along the wall and gathered together.

The man in the lead whispered in the ear of the person next to him.

"Lord Yuwen's order is to stab the ship in the back, and do it quickly. The Qin army's guards have just changed shifts, and it's currently in a relaxed state..."

Before the leading man could finish speaking, a very thin wound appeared on his neck.

He swayed and rolled down the stone steps into the water.

The people nearby were terrified and were about to turn around to check the situation when five or six masked figures tumbled down from the eaves and surrounded them.

The leader, Jing Ni, was dressed in a tight-fitting and capable outfit, and the long sword in her hand was illuminated by the firelight on the dock.

"Who are you?!"

Jingni had no interest in answering the dead man's questions and traced several arcs with her wrist.

The remaining Yuwen family guards fell to the ground one after another.

"Has Yuwen Huaji gone senile? Sending wave after wave of people to their deaths?"

A person behind him knelt down on the ground.

"Lord Jingni, the area around the dock has been cleaned up, and a total of thirty-six people have been dealt with."

Jing Ni (Shangguan Xiaoxian) sheathed her longsword.

"Keep guarding it."

The moving continued for half the night until dawn.

As the surrounding scenery gradually came into view, the fleet of ships loaded with gold, silver, and pig iron had already sailed out of Hangzhou's territory along the wide waters.

.......

three days later.

Ancestral Mausoleum by West Lake.

Today is the day Lin Ruhai is laid to rest.

The paper money was carried away by the wind and landed in front of the muddy stone tablet.

Lin Daiyu, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt before him, her eyes red.

Her shoulders rose and fell occasionally with her breathing, her lips pressed tightly together; she had cried too much these past few days and no more tears were flowing.

Little Dragon Girl was wearing a light blue dress, and her eyes showed a hint of fatigue.

Her jade-like hand wrapped around Daiyu's shoulder and pulled her upwards.

"Don't kneel anymore, you're too weak, you won't be able to handle it."

Daiyu on the ground showed no reaction whatsoever.

Little Dragon Girl called out "Sister" again, but the person beside her remained silent. Suddenly, the person collapsed onto Little Dragon Girl's arm.

Little Dragon Girl then realized that Lin Daiyu had fainted again, and immediately helped her up from the ground.

He placed his palm against Daiyu's back and slowly channeled his inner energy along her meridians.

Shi Qingxuan rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. She was too heartbroken again. She stepped forward and placed three fingers on the other person's wrist.

"It's nothing, she's just too tired. It's probably because of Lord Lin's funeral that she was too sad and it drained her energy. She'll be fine after resting at home for a couple of days."

He glanced at Little Dragon Girl, who was still channeling her inner energy.

Shi Qingxuan drew out a jade-colored long flute and held it to her lips.

The sound of the flute drifted across the venue, its melody not sounding somber or mournful.

The continuous melody traveled on the wind to the ears of those around them.

The Hangzhou residents, who were initially saddened by Lin Ruhai's passing, gradually stopped crying and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Qin Han lagged behind the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the throng and landing on the three women in front of him.

Lin Ruhai served as an honest official in Hangzhou his entire life, and after his death, so many people spontaneously knelt to see him off. His time as an official had come to an end.

His gaze lingered a moment longer when it fell on Shi Qingxuan. The fine morning mist fell on her hair and shoulders, making her already plain face stand out even more.

I only just discovered this side of the woman.

Li Mochou crossed her arms in front of her chest, turned her head slightly, and gave her disciple Hong Lingbo a few instructions.

After listening, Hong Lingbo turned and walked down the mountain.

Xue Baochai also came today and was moved by what she saw.

"It is said that it is difficult to be a loyal minister, but Lord Lin did it. He had no regrets as the people of the whole city came to his funeral."

Qin Han's thoughts were a bit off at this moment; this Shi Qingxuan really was capable both in the living room and the kitchen.

She can play the piano, knows medicine, cook, and even heal the sick and save lives; she should be a virtuous wife.

Unfortunately, this woman seems to be very wary of me, which is a real headache. Even Little Dragon Girl doesn't have as many tricks up her sleeve.

Just then, Hong Lingbo ran up from the foot of the mountain again, holding a round food box in both hands and handing it to Li Mochou.

When the food box lid was opened, a bowl of ginseng and bird's nest porridge, still steaming, was inside.

As Li Mochou took the bowl, she glared at Qin Han and then pushed it towards Shi Qingxuan.

"Give it to that girl when she wakes up."

Shi Qingxuan stopped playing and put the jade flute away, realizing that this woman had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and surprisingly, she didn't argue with her.

"You're a very thoughtful older sister."

Li Mochou hummed twice without responding. There was nothing she could do; unable to organize Qin and Han, she was forced to integrate into the larger family.

Shi Qingxuan's eyes darted around at the people around her, finally landing on Qin Han, who seemed lost in thought.

This man acts recklessly, either killing people or plotting against me at the drop of a hat.

Now, seeing him standing so quietly, it's rare for him to actually look at the other person's appearance.

His facial features were well-defined, and the usual sense of oppression had dissipated considerably, replaced by a rare composure.

Shi Qingxuan's heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

If this man could just stay quiet like this, it wouldn't be so bad...

She suddenly realized what she was thinking and immediately spat out three times.

"Shi Qingxuan, what are you thinking! Don't be bewitched by male beauty!"