After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Thousand Crane Manor is a well-known and respected sect in the martial arts world. Since the old master of the manor, Gongyang, extended such a warm invitation, people in the martial arts world naturally had to give him face.

The Gu couple, known in the martial arts world as the Butterfly Valley Twin Immortals, were quite famous, so it was not surprising that they received an invitation.

Lin Siheng said, "What a coincidence, I'm also going to Qianhe Manor."

"That's perfect, they can travel with us and look out for each other," said Gu Fulang.

"Uncle Gu... um... I'm afraid that won't work," Lin Siheng said.

Gu Fulang asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Lin Siheng stammered, "I just promised a few kids I'd bring them along."

Gu Fulang chuckled but didn't ask any further questions. "Well, the child is grown up and will have his own ideas."

According to Gu Fulang, they learned about the whereabouts of Guishan Huangquan by chance from some gamblers, and that's why they came to Yingqinglou to try their luck.

Lin Siheng didn't know if it was the news that Boss Qi deliberately released, but it wasn't a big deal.

When you're navigating the world, you can't be timid and hesitant.

Whether they're friends or enemies, it doesn't really matter.

He wasn't afraid, but the Butterfly Valley Twin Immortals sensed something was amiss, especially after hearing that someone had issued a challenge under the guise of Blood Drinking, which made them even more surprised.

"Your father hasn't been involved in any gangster affairs for years, how come someone is still plotting against him?"

Lin Siheng curled his lip, "I'm afraid he offended too many people when he was young, and now they're all coming to seek revenge."

"That makes sense," the old man said. "They're probably trying to lure your father out; he might be some kind of enemy."

Gu Fulang said, "In that case, you are not safe here. Why don't you leave this place first..."

Lin Siheng said, "I've already written to my father."

Yin Cheng, who had been pretending to be mute, suddenly asked, "Why didn't Qianhe Manor invite your father, but instead invited you alone?"

Lin Siheng honestly replied, "I don't know."

Gu Fulang said, "I do know about this matter. The current owner of Qianhe Manor, Gongyang Li, has a younger brother named Gongyang Ruyi, who is known as Fairy Ruyi."

Yin Cheng: "..." Damn it, these titles are all so embarrassing. Don't these people in the martial arts world feel so awkward when they introduce themselves?

Gu Fulang continued, "This Fairy Ruyi used to be quite obsessed with Blood Drinking, and she chased after your father for half her life."

"Later, when your father got married, if it weren't for Master Gongyang trapping people in the maze, he would have chased after them long ago to kill your stepfather and steal the bride."

Lin Siheng gasped, "Wow!"

His dad's scandals and gossip.

I'd never heard of it before.

Lin Siheng pricked up his ears. "And then?"

"After you were born, the Fairy Ruyi didn't abandon your father either. Once, she even chased him to the capital and kidnapped your stepfather."

Yin Cheng also silently pricked up his ears. He didn't know about this either, but he had to make a note of it so he could tease his boss properly later.

Gu Fulang continued, "Your father went to Thousand Crane Manor and went on a killing spree, forcing Master Gongyang to step in and deal with the matter."

"Although the Fairy Ruyi is obsessed with her little father, she cannot stand idly by and do nothing about the fate of her loved ones."

"This matter was only settled after he returned your stepfather."

Old Gu continued, "That's not all. Your father went berserk back then. At least a hundred people died in Thousand Crane Manor, and even one of the concubines of the Gongyang Manor Master almost perished."

Gu Fulang said:

"Yes, yes, I remember that too. The concubine was so frightened that she died after giving birth."

"And because his child was born prematurely, he was not only weak but also disabled."

"From then on, the Guishan lineage and Qianhe Manor never had any contact with each other again."

"Well, although, but..." Yin Cheng questioned, "It's one thing to be premature and weak from the shock, but can this disability be blamed on Xueyin? It can't be that he slashed his stomach, can it?"

"That's true," Gu Fulang said, "but things have already developed to this point, and someone has to bear the wrath of Master Gongyang."

As the three were talking, Lin Siheng suddenly froze.

The person celebrating his birthday at this banquet was none other than his good friend Gongyang Xun, the young master of Qianhe Manor.

Thinking of her friend who had been in a wheelchair since childhood, Lin Siheng's usually unused brain finally started working.

Gongyang Xun said that he had never seen his stepfather since he was a child, and that his disability was due to an abortion.

Then I recalled how he took the initiative to approach me at the Jianghu Flying Flowers Banquet two years ago...

At the time, Lin Siheng felt sorry for the boy and took good care of him, which is how the two became close friends.

Lin Siheng felt somewhat dejected; he dared not think about it too much.

This matter doesn't stand up to close scrutiny anyway.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, there is always a deep-seated hatred between them.

Yin Cheng was even more puzzled. "If that's the case, then Gui Shan and Qianhe Manor are practically blood enemies. Logically and morally, Gui Shan Huang Quan shouldn't even be at Qianhe Manor."

He paused, then looked up at the Gu couple. "He didn't know about his father's past, so it's understandable that he went to the banquet. But you two know, don't you? Are you just going to stand by and watch him walk right into the lion's den?"

The old man slammed his hand on the stone table again. "What do you mean by this?!"

Gu Fulang skillfully pulled his old man back to sit on the stool and said, "It's been more than ten years. People will eventually forget what happened in the past."

"Furthermore, the restoration of relations between the two sides is also a good thing for the righteous path of the martial arts world."

"Even if the boy is in any danger, I will certainly protect him."

Yin Cheng: That's why I don't really understand you people from the martial arts world.

He moved closer to his eldest nephew. "Your father didn't know you were invited to the banquet?"

"He doesn't care about any of that," Lin Siheng muttered. "Besides, his mind is entirely on Xinyu right now, he doesn't have time to care about me."

"I'm used to it..."

He spoke vaguely, but Yin Cheng heard him clearly.

He put his arm around his nephew's shoulder and said, "We men often find it difficult to say things."

Lin Siheng asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Yin Cheng smiled apologetically at the Butterfly Valley Fairies, then led his eldest nephew aside, saying, "Your father actually likes you quite a bit."

Lin Siheng remained expressionless. "Really? I didn't notice anything at all."

What kind of father chases after his son to beat him? That knife is so big, he can just slash at him without warning.

Yin Cheng actually had little memory of his father, the Empress, and his memories of his birth were very vague.

I can't see clearly, and I can't hear clearly either.

He only felt someone coaxing him gently.

Later, when he grew a little older and could run and jump, he always tried to find ways to go back.

He didn't have much affection for this era at the time; he just felt out of place with everything in the world.

For this reason, he did many things that challenged imperial authority.

For example, cutting a dragon robe and wearing it on a pig's body is extremely willful and arrogant.

He courted death and was determined to die, yet he thrived under the "motherly love" given to him by his stepfather, the Empress.

But this love was too precious to him, and God couldn't bear to see it, so He quickly took it back.

His stepfather healed his lonely childhood, but he left too quickly, in just a few years.

Nothing is more cruel than giving and then taking back what you have given.