A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

Just now, after the maid arrived at Zhang Huai's private room, she told him exactly what Yao Yue had said.

Given Zhang Huai's personality, he naturally chose to wait in the room, but after waiting for a long time, Yao Yue still didn't come.

Zhang Huai didn't feel anything was wrong, but the maid kept suggesting that he go to Yao Yue's boudoir.

He didn't want to go, but the maid kept persuading him, and in the end Zhang Huai decided to come with the maid.

But to witness this scene so soon after arriving made Zhang Huai suspicious. It was too much of a coincidence. Considering the maid's unusual behavior, Zhang Huai felt that he had been tricked.

Whether he was actually tricked or not is unimportant; if he feels he was tricked, then he was tricked.

However, Shen Zhibai's behavior was indeed disgusting, so Zhang Huaicai chose to drive him away.

At this moment, Yao Yue, who was standing to the side, fell silent and repeatedly explained, "This servant absolutely did not plot against you, young master. I hope you will see the truth."

She had completely lost the ethereal aura she had exuded on stage. The handprint from Shen Zhibai's slap was still visible on her face, making her look pitiful with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Huai picked up the purse that had fallen to the ground, walked up to her, and threw the purse in front of her.

Yaoyue quickly put it away and thanked her.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, young master."

He squatted down in front of Yaoyue, pinched her chin with his hand, and said, "Tell me the truth!"

Zhang Huai seemed like a completely different person at this moment, his eyes filled with intimidation. Yao Yue's body began to tremble uncontrollably when she thought of how Shen Zhibai had been beaten and fled in disarray by him.

"This servant...this servant knows she was wrong."

"That's right. I don't like being lied to. It's much better to tell the truth. Let's not do it again."

Zhang Huai put on his carefree smile again, gently stroking Yao Yue's hair. Seeing that she was also a pitiful person, Zhang Huai wouldn't hold it against her too much.

"Yes...yes..."

Get up.

With Zhang Huai's help, Yao Yue slowly stood up.

"You may all leave. I wish to speak with Young Master Zhang."

Yaoyue gave instructions to the maids inside the room.

"Yes."

At this point, only Zhang Huai and Zhang Huai remained inside the room.

"Young master... I... had no choice. If I weren't forced..."

"Stop!"

Zhang Huai interrupted her before she could finish speaking, and continued:

"I'm not interested in your story. Helping you is just a favor. I'm only here because of our deal."

Yao Yue naturally understood Zhang Huai's meaning, so she asked, "What does young master desire?"

"Can you play the flute?"

Zhang Huai found a rocking chair, lay down on it, and rocked back and forth, feeling very comfortable.

"Yes, young master."

"Let's begin."

Yaoyue looked around and said, "Young Master doesn't have a jade... flute..."

Yaoyue's voice gradually lowered.

Zhang Huai ignored her and simply closed his eyes to rest on the rocking chair.

Yaoyue understood Zhang Huai's meaning and covered her eyes with a thin veil.

"Ah~"

......

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An hour later, Zhang Huai walked out of the Yihong Courtyard looking refreshed.

The madam saw him out, not forgetting to say, "Young master, come again next time!"

"Of course, of course."

Zhang Huai responded.

Standing at the entrance of the Yihong Courtyard, a gentle breeze brushed against his cheeks, wiping away the flush on his face.

Zhang Huai glanced at the sky; the sun had begun to set in the west, and the sunlight was no longer so dazzling.

"It's time to go find Brother Yang."

Zhang Huai thought to himself.

So he began to wander around the market, searching for Yang Guo's figure.

Inside the Yihong Courtyard, Yaoyue looked at the heavy silver ingot in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes again. This time, she cried very hard.

......

At the same time, four eyes were staring intently at Zhang Huai from behind an alley.

"That's the prince. Judging from his appearance, he must have taken the woman the prince wanted..."

The speaker was Shen Zhibai, who had been severely injured by Zhang Huai and was now extremely weak.

The man addressed as "Prince" narrowed his eyes, watching the direction Zhang Huai had left in.

He thought to himself, "Shen Zhibai is only a novice, so it's not surprising that he was defeated. Right now, my grand plan is at a critical moment, and I can't let any variables ruin it. Even if the opponent is a master, if Shen Zhibai can run away, I should be able to leave easily as well."

Thinking of this, he said to Shen Zhibai beside him, "Come on, keep up!"

Zhang Huai strolled lazily through the market, and by the afternoon many stalls had already begun to pack up.

His gaze swept across the crowd, searching for Yang Guo's figure; the events at the Yihong Courtyard had long been forgotten.

As Zhang Huai walked, he suddenly quickened his pace. After turning the corner, he suddenly stopped, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

He had already sensed someone following him, but was too lazy to confront them immediately. He deliberately moved to a less crowded area, and as he entered a narrow alley, he suddenly turned around, crossed his arms, leaned against the weathered wall, and said:

"Haven't you two gotten tired after following us for so long?"

The two people behind them, realizing they had been discovered, simply stopped hiding.

Shen Zhibai emerged and said viciously, "Zhang Huai, it doesn't matter if you hurt me, but who told you to ruin the Prince's plans? Today is your death day!"

The man called "Prince" stepped out from behind Shen Zhibai and struck him hard with the iron fan in his hand.

"You bastard, don't talk nonsense to me," he cursed Shen Zhibai, then turned to Zhang Huai and said, "Young hero, there's no need to be wary. I'm just here to make friends with you."

Zhang Huai sized the man up and down. He was dressed in a light yellow brocade robe and held a folding fan, looking like a noble young master, but his face had an arrogant and ruthless look, which made him seem like no good person.

"Shin Ji-baek, it seems your master doesn't want to stand up for you."

Zhang Huai mocked him.

Shen Zhibai's face turned bruised and purple as he listened to Zhang Huai's insults, but he dared not speak out in anger.

"No, no, I've come here to demand an explanation from you, young hero."

The man then changed the subject.

"Explanation? It's just beating a dog, what explanation do you need? I just beat it because I didn't like it."

The man snapped his fan shut, slamming the fan ribs against his palm, and said, "Young Master Zhang, I sincerely wish to be your friend. Why speak so rudely?"

Zhang Huailian didn't even glance at him. How could someone who could make Shen Zhibai do such a thing be a good person?

It was obvious that his ideas were incompatible with Zhang Huai's. Moreover, he could see what this person wanted to do. He was just trying to test his strength. If he showed any weakness, he would be in danger.

This person will probably devour it completely like a jackal!

Zhang Huai casually replied, "What can you do to me?"

"Arrogant!"

The man could no longer maintain his composure and cursed, "You brat! Today I'll see how much guts you have to talk to me like that!"

"First of all, my name is Zhang Huai. Secondly," Zhang Huai simply smiled faintly, "then let's test you! Brother Yang, if you don't come out now, when will you?"