My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Three People Toasting Under the Moonlight

Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .

Yu State City, Mazizi Street.

Teams of constables poured out of the government office, dashing in all directions.

Jiang Sanjia was a prisoner of the highest degree in the dungeon, prompting all the constables in Yu State City to spring into action to capture him.

Han Wenxin commanded, “Quick, Ma Liu, Shi Liang, you two take this street, and the rest of you head to that street.”

Upon hearing his words, everyone began patrolling and searching along the streets.

Seeing this, Han Wenxin exhaled, swung his blade over his shoulder, and turned to walk towards Chunfeng Alley.

“If those who are stronger than me are also more hardworking, what use is my effort? Why not enjoy a drink under the splendid moonlight instead of catching a bird?”

Han Wenxin muttered to himself, then headed into the alley, directly towards Wuyang Tavern.

“Huh!?”

Just then, he spotted a figure sneaking around ahead, which upon closer inspection, was also eerily familiar.

“Mr. Zhou, what are you doing here?”

Han Wenxin stepped forward and patted the man’s shoulder.

Zhou Xianming, startled by the sudden touch, jumped and turned to see it was Han Wenxin, instantly relieving him, “I thought it was someone else. It’s just Officer Han.”

(vitag.Init = window.vitag.Init || []).push(function(){viAPItag.display(“vi_765923973”)})

Han Wenxin raised an eyebrow and asked, “What are you doing? Sneaking around?”

“How rude.”

Zhou Xianming straightened his robe, solemnly saying, “I just walked out from my own home, why would I sneak around?”

Han Wenxin glanced around and indeed, it was Zhou Xianming’s house.

Zhou Xianming shot back, “What about you, Officer Han? You must be slacking off again, planning to go for a drink, aren’t you?”

“I’m not slacking off,”

Han Wenxin immediately retorted, “Brother An once said that those who rush in first always end up covered in blood. My family lineage has been single-descendant for three generations; what if it gets cut off?”

“Twisted logic!”

Zhou Xianming snorted lightly, not buying Han Wenxin’s reasoning at all, but he thought the words of little Doctor An carried some profound meaning…

“What do you know?”

Han Wenxin scoffed, “Do you know who we are trying to capture? Jiang Sanjia, the Calculating Master, a Second Grade Expert from Jianghu and a descendant of the Ghost Valley Sect. He has connections all over Jianghu and knows countless experts. A flick of their little finger could crush us constables to bits.”

Zhou Xianming naturally knew who the Calculating Master Jiang Sanjia was, being a storyteller himself. Considering it, Zhou Xianming wouldn’t be keen to capture him either, recognizing this task as one for the Xuanyi Guard.

“By the way, I heard that the unparalleled swordsman was really captured?” Zhou Xianming looked around and asked in a low voice.

Han Wenxin replied irritatedly, “Of course, Floating Blood Sword Xue Chen, a First Grade Expert. Do you even realize what First Grade means?”

“Really… Is that true?”

Zhou Xianming swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably fearful. The man in black had rarely come to see him lately, almost as if vanished. Could that man be Floating Blood Sword Xue Chen?

If it really was, could he possibly get implicated in this big case?

The more Zhou Xianming thought about it, the more frightened he became, his complexion turning increasingly unsightly, even causing his body to tremble slightly.

“Mr. Zhou, what are you so happy about?”

Just then, a voice suddenly resonated from behind.

“When was I happy?” Zhou Xianming reflexively contradicted.

“Brother An?” Han Wenxin saw the newcomer and couldn’t help but be slightly startled.

The arrival was none other than An Jing, who was hurrying home.

An Jing glanced at the pale-faced Zhou Xianming, curiously asking, “I see you two talking, and Mr. Zhou is trembling with excitement. What exactly are you discussing?”

“Nothing, just talking about Xue Chen’s matter.”

Han Wenxin waved his hand and, with a grin, walked over to An Jing, draping an arm over his shoulder, “No pressing matters today, how about we go have a drink?”

“Alright, let’s go drink.”

Zhou Xianming nodded continuously after hearing this.

Although Han Wenxin was just a minor constable, he nonetheless provided some sense of security.

“You go ahead, I need to head home.”

An Jing declined.

The sky was growing dark, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets; he had only come out to make a house call and had no intention of going out for drinks.

“An Jing, you’ve changed.”

Han Wenxin sighed.

“Yes, you’ve changed.”

Zhou Xianming also nodded again and again.

“Changed how?” An Jing raised an eyebrow.

“Previously, when I mentioned drinking, you never hesitated.” Han Wenxin shook his head, lamenting, “Times have changed, now you even say no.”

Zhou Xianming too added fuel to the fire, “Yes, back when we would hang out in brothels listening to music, how stylish and carefree it was, how much …”

“Stop right there, where do you say you’re going?”

An Jing quickly cut him off.

Zhou Xianming, this scholar, was not straightforward; his words had hidden meanings, and it seemed he might even be threatening him.

“Let’s go! To Wuyang Tavern!”

“No return until we’re drunk!”

……

In Wuyang Tavern.

The moonlight was like water, spilling thousands of miles, and the night wind howled past, carrying a hint of chill.

The three of them sat at the wine table, pushing cups and exchanging toasts.

An Jing, looking at the tipsy Zhou Xianming, remembered something and asked, “Mr. Zhou, the autumn examinations are coming up soon, aren’t you about to take the examination?”

Zhou Xianming waved his hand, brimming with confidence, “Don’t worry, it’s just the autumn exams; I’ll definitely return triumphantly this time, especially since Miss Li Yue is waiting for me.”

Listening to this, Han Wenxin paused with the chopsticks in his hand, “Mr. Zhou, the Li Yue you’re talking about, is she that Oiran?”

Li Yue was quite famous in Yu State City, and being a veteran, Han Wenxin was very well aware.

Zhou Xianming raised his cup and drank it down, laughing foolishly, “Yes, she’s waiting for me to pass the Advanced Scholar exam and buy her freedom.”

“Forget it, buying an Oiran’s freedom is extremely difficult.”

Han Wenxin waved his hand, “Besides, she’s just a courtesan. After you become an Advanced Scholar, wouldn’t it be better to marry a clean girl?”

An Jing repeatedly nodded beside them, agreeing with Han Wenxin’s words, and remarked, “A pair of jade arms embraced by a thousand people, a bit of vermilion lips tasted by ten thousand; Mr. Zhou, you should really think this through properly.”

“I won’t allow you to slander Miss Li Yue!”

Zhou Xianming, hearing this, suddenly became furious.

“I’m not slandering her?” Han Wenxin was dumbfounded and then urgently persuaded, “I’m telling nothing but the truth. Don’t let her play with your emotions; she meets countless men every day, and her command over people’s hearts is not something you, a mere young scholar, can compare with. I advise you not to get too involved lest you end up getting hurt.”

As he spoke, Han Wenxin picked up a piece of meat and began chewing it vigorously.

An Jing, pouring wine for the two, said, “Right, I think Han brother speaks wisely; Mr. Zhou, you should not be blind to the truth. Moreover, I believe Li Yue does not regard you as you might think.”

He noticed that lately, Zhou Xianming seemed to be evolving from a lovesick pup into a War Wolf.

Zhou Xianming’s face darkened, clearly not taking in a word the two said.

“Mr. Zhou, listen to me, she’s deep waters, and you can’t handle an Oiran like her.”

Han Wenxin put down his chopsticks, proudly said, “You should let me handle her; I might still have a chance.”