Yin He slept atop Prince Duan’s suburban estate, where the only two rooms were now tidied up neatly, with Song Gao and Song Yuan still busily loading the carriage under the cover of night.
Suddenly, an exotic way of dining had beco fashionable in the city—roasting whole sheep, a thod hailing from the Northwest Border. Unable to indulge in such roasted lamb, the Shiping Aristocratic Clan hired cooks from Riverfood Restaurant to prepare it at their residence. The clever cooks from Riverfood Restaurant, having done the job, added flavors popular in the Zheng Capital. Once Riverfood Restaurant’s roasted lamb hit the market, it imdiately swept through Zheng Capital. However, the major Aristocratic Families still preferred to invite cooks from Riverfood Restaurant to their hos.
Prince Duan also longed to taste it. The sheep were readily available, but naturally, he wouldn’t enjoy it alone. He considered inviting guests from the palace, the Crown Prince’s Mansion, and Zong Sheng Residence, hence he had Yin He go out to bring back ten sheep that were to be slaughtered and delivered imdiately.
Accordingly, Song Gao and Song Yuan began slaughtering sheep from the latter part of the night. Fortunately, among the house servants they had enlisted, there were several strong individuals capable of cleanly and efficiently slaughtering and washing the sheep.
Elder Can paced back and forth inside the house, sighing in his heart.
Gui San knelt at the room’s entrance, gazing earnestly at Elder Can. "Elder Can, you must plead for no matter what. They ca here full of hope and shouldn’t have to leave just because of a single word from the Young Master," he said.
Elder Can, of course, wouldn’t send Gui San away, but to keep him around, they had to co up with a plan.
Gui San’s Ghost Shadow persona was ruined, and should it reappear, Zong Yunqian would surely recognize it. It might be better to...
Yin He tossed and turned in bed; it wasn’t that he was unused to the bed, but rather, he couldn’t grasp why, despite all he had done, he still couldn’t capture her attention.
Yin He seed to gradually understand that being by her side might not be what he truly desired after all. His mindset differed from that of Xing Yu, who also wanted to stay by the Commandery Princess’s side.
But what Yin He wanted wasn’t like what Xing Yu, Fu Dong, Nanny Yun, or Nian Xia had either.
Zong Yunqian naturally had to depart. Yin He wasn’t afraid of Zong Yunqian; he had never considered the consequences when he took a life. But what the old man said wasn’t wrong either—if he killed Zong Yunqian and got injured himself, he wouldn’t be able to stay by Zheng Nianru’s side, which would also be unwise.
"Young Master, are you awake?" As dawn began to break, Elder Can dozed off at the doorway. Hearing a voice from inside, he imdiately got up and hurriedly motioned for Gui San to vanish so as not to annoy the Young Master with his presence.
Gui San looked troubled. He didn’t want to leave. Having finally seen the Young Master again, his current desire wasn’t urgently trying to show off his rits but simply to remain before the Young Master.
Yin He erged from inside the house and glanced at the noisy scene outside. There was no way he could sleep through that.
"How many people have co this ti?" Yin He suddenly asked Elder Can.
Elder Can, who had been wearing a smile, was taken aback by the young man’s question. "What people?" he wondered, but then, filled with excitent, he almost wished he could bring the few people before the Young Master right away.
"Three, three persons..." Elder Can imdiately said with an apologetic smile, "Young Master, it may be too many people, but we’ve been very cautious. Although Qiandao Temple is riddled with spies, you can rest assured, Young Master, these three..."
"Just three people?" Yin He frowned. What could three people accomplish?
Elder Can was stunned. Was the Young Master implying that was too few? Originally, he had wanted to send just one person, but they couldn’t hold out at the Northern Border, fearing one wasn’t enough to take care of the Young Master. Consequently, they sent three people, and considering the Young Master’s youth, they were all young n, thinking they might get along well.
"Young Master, do you think there are too few of us? Together, we don’t have ten thousand in Ghoul Ravine, but we easily number eight thousand. How many n does the Young Master need?" Elder Can imdiately assured, patting his chest, ready to summon the hordes from Ghoul Ravine at the Young Master’s command.
"It’s not about quantity." Yin He frowned again. They were all brainless; that wouldn’t work and might even ruin everything. Yet, he had an idea.
Elder Can, in a rush, imdiately dragged Ghost Three, who had just left, back in. Although Ghost Three was very eager to see the Young Master, his life had nearly been taken by that kick last ti. If not for Elder Can’s tily rescue, he would have been kicked to death by the Young Master.
Trembling, Ghost Three imdiately kneeled before Yin He.
"Subordinate—subordinate pays respect to the Young Master," Ghost Three followed with a kowtow.
"Young Master, look at this, just a few days after your kick, and he’s already able to stand properly in front of you. You must admit, that’s so real strength," Elder Can said imdiately. Ghost Three was quite clever usually and reliable in handling affairs, which was why Elder Can let him be the first to et the Young Master.
Finally, Yin He gave Ghost Three on the ground a proper look. He hadn’t held back in that kick, and the situation had been urgent—it was indeed soone with so ability. Now it looked like Ghost Three could be of use.
"You may stand up," Yin He said, imitating Elder Can’s mannerism. But he instantly felt sothing was off—in his mind were images of Zheng Nianru looking down on him from high above. Hmm, he should also be like that now.
"Thank you, Young Master—" Ghost Three scrambled to his feet, looking gratefully at the Young Master in front of him.
The Young Master was truly kind, showing barely any trace of a leader’s deanor, looking so good, with such terrifying abilities. Their Ghoul Ravine might have hope after all.
Standing to the side, Elder Can also felt that the sun must have risen from the west today.
"How long can you leave this thing?" Yin He pointed at the Black Jar in a corner of the room that belonged to Ghost Three, knowing what it contained.
Ghost Three was taken aback, unsure of how to answer, because ever since it recognized him, it had never left his side.
This Ghost Shadow was like a child he was raising; for a Ghost Walker to nurture a highly coordinated Ghost Shadow, it would take years, even a decade or more. They were basically always carried with them and had already beco one entity—it was through Ghost Three’s will that the Ghost Shadow was controlled.
"What does the Young Master an?" Ghost Three did not understand; if the Ghost Shadow was too far away, it would lose its soul awareness and beco mindless, attacking people at random, not unlike lonely wandering ghosts.
"I want your Ghost Shadow," Yin He said bluntly, then gave Ghost Three another glance. "But rest assured, I won’t let you suffer. Without this thing, I can teach you so other things that will also make your abilities in the Ghoul Ravine stronger."
Ghost Three stood there dumbfounded, and Elder Can imdiately kicked him.
"What are you staring for? Haven’t you thanked the Young Master yet?" In a panic, Ghost Three knelt down again.
"Thank you, Young Master," Ghost Three quickly expressed his gratitude. His mind was filled with the Young Master’s words just now. Was this, perhaps, a blessing in disguise?
"The Young Master wants to?" Elder Can, quick-witted as a spirit, imdiately guessed sothing.
Yin He glanced at Elder Can. At this mont, he understood that relying only on himself, tasks would be troubleso. With ready-to-use people available, why wouldn’t he use them? Yin He nodded.
Elder Can, imdiately excited, also nodded and patted Ghost Three on the shoulder.
"Kid, work hard. This ti, you must make the Young Master proud."
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