Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 688 - 688 545 Song of the Heavenly Crane 546 Bright

688: Chapter 545: Song of the Heavenly Crane Chapter 546: Bright Moon Blade 688: Chapter 545: Song of the Heavenly Crane Chapter 546: Bright Moon Blade “This ti, elder brother, you’re not coming to play a role of seizing love with a saber drawn?

I feel that story is more exciting.”

Lin Huaiyu smiled with curved eyes and brows.

Hearing Zhou Ping’an’s instructions on how to proceed next, she couldn’t help but smile until her teeth almost broke.

She thought to herself that if this really happened, it would certainly infuriate soone to death.

It was highly targeted, and would be an utterly mind-shaking blow to Seventh Young Master Tang, who was accustod to being the center of attention, like the moon surrounded by a myriad of stars.

“No need, the story of seizing love with a saber might be more straightforward, but it wouldn’t expose the true heartless nature behind Tang Baoyu’s seemingly passionate façade, nor the shady dealings of the Tang Family’s tyrannical grip under the facade of public decency.

If the Tang Family acted in unison, it would be hard to hurt them.

But while they propagate their reputation on one hand and tolerate their offspring’s tyrannical behavior on the other, this kind of act, which nobody dares to speak of, today, we will expose this bloody ulcer.”

Zhou Ping’an said with a smile.

Seventh Young Master Tang Baoyu, as the legitimate grandson of the current Tang Family Patriarch, not only is naturally gifted, having reached the Late Stage of Ninth Level of Mortal Refining at the tender age of under twenty, but is also about to refine the Literary Intent to sense the will of the heavens.

Such level of talent was evident since he was very young.

Thus, the value placed on Tang Baoyu was unsurpassable.

Of course, talent is very important.

His identity is even more important…

Over the recent three generations of the Tang Family Patriarch’s lineage, God knows what kind of luck they’ve had; daughter after daughter was born, but no sons.

The lineage was singular for three generations.

Only Tang Baoyu erged as the sole heir.

One can imagine what kind of pampering he received?

And what kind of temperant he would develop.

“He likes to play a lot.

At ho, he has eight concubines and more than thirty beautiful maids revolving around him, but he’s still not satisfied.

He tries everything he can, wandering around the city all day, just to single out so pretty girls.”

Lin Huaiyu laughed, but her eyes gradually turned cold.

“According to the information gathered by the Azure Scale Cavalry’s spies, this Seventh Young Master Tang once earned himself the title of ‘Street Cleaning Tiger’ – not because he murders, but as soon as he hits the streets, everyone would rush to spread the word, and any household with daughters or pretty wives would have to hide them early and not let them show their faces.

Otherwise, once he takes a liking, strange troubles would befall on that household, running into misfortune at every turn.

Afterwards, unless the daughter is voluntarily sent to the Tang Residence, the consequences would be unthinkable.”

“Hasn’t anyone voluntarily sent their daughters to ingratiate themselves?”

“Could there be none?

With the wealth and power of the Tang Family, who in Jinhe City would dare resist?

But, this Seventh Young Master Tang has a peculiar hobby; he isn’t interested in those who offer themselves up.

What he enjoys most is the pretense of rejection, preferably adamant refusal, and only after he has exerted imnse effort and finally prevails does he feel completely satisfied.”

Lin Huaiyu shook her head, “Nowadays, everyone in Jinhe City knows, if you’re targeted and entangled by this Seventh Young Master Tang, you’re caught between life and death.

Refusal doesn’t work, submission doesn’t work, and you still have to play along with him, leading to ruin and desolation, and then begrudgingly succumb…”

“My goodness.”

Zhou Ping’an was sowhat astounded.

He also understood the implications of so of the news he had heard earlier.

‘That Little Fengxian from Qunfang Courtyard, she isn’t just stubborn; she is untouchable…

Clearly, she dares not offend the slightest bit, fearing catastrophe for her whole family, yet she still has to pretend to be reluctant.

Her heart must be as bitter as bitter herbs.’

“Given that this kind of person was raised, from top to bottom, the Tang Family is definitely not innocent.

Even if the thods aren’t exactly honorable, we no longer have any psychological burden.”

Zhou Ping’an nodded, standing at the street corner, watching a procession enter Qunfang Courtyard with great pomp.

Leading them was a young master in a white brocade robe, wearing a Jade Crown, waving a folding fan in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, he waved his hand and entered the courtyard.

As he passed, the crowd that had been noisy and unending imdiately fell silent.

Most eyes revealed admiration.

Then, seven or eight young masters took a deep breath and followed into Qunfang Courtyard.

At this mont, Zhou Ping’an already understood what these people represented.

They were ant to complent Tang Baoyu as “supporting actors.”

Presumably, they were ready to play out a grand play of competing for beauty; at the end, after much hardship, they would finally win the heart of the beauty and beco a splendid tale of Jinhe City.

…

“Little Fengxian is coming out.”

“Quick, quick, to hear Little Fengxian play a tune is really the blessing of eight lifetis…”

“Who knows whether today we’ll see the scene of Little Fengxian scolding Seventh Young Master Tang, such an extraordinary woman is truly once in a lifeti.”

The crowd flowed into the hall, looking from a distance, so people were discussing it seemingly earnestly but perhaps mockingly.

Because, standing among the crowd, Zhou Ping’an, covered with an enigmatic aura, shrewdly noticed that the looks in these watching scholars and wealthy businessn’s eyes didn’t reveal an attitude of watching the excitent but rather carried a faint pity, looking towards the red carpet where a graceful, sorrowful, and fragile woman stood.

The woman was wearing a light green long dress, swaying like a flexible willow, with slender shoulders, walking gracefully onto the stage, holding a Purple Bamboo Flute in her hand, not looking at the people below the stage, just giving a curtsy, with all the grace and poise.

“Good…”

A thunderous applause erupted from below.

This ti, with a bit more sincerity.

Tang Baoyu shouted loudly: “Enjoy!”

With his hands pressed down, the applause that sounded all around stopped at once, and Green Clothes servants went up to the stage, presenting gold.