The private garden at Old Ying Lake in the outer city was a gathering of fish and dragons today.
A yellow-robed youth in a jade crown feigned surprise. "Wow," he exclaimed in Haoran elegant speech. "A beauty emerging from the bath. Oh, my mistake. That one's a man."
Wei Jia was fished from the water like a drenched chicken. Set aside his family background, and he was merely a young man who counted as strong and healthy among ordinary folk. He could not endure the hardships of martial training, nor did he have the fortune to cultivate immortal arts. Luckily, it was not midwinter, or he would have suffered even more. Wei Jia waved a hand, refusing the old man's help and declining to change into dry clothes. The other man had shown some restraint. Waves of pain twisted through his abdomen like rivers and seas overturned, but he could still grit his teeth and bear it.
Wei Jia stared hard at the Sturdy Man beside the yellow-robed youth. The man wore a long saber in a green scabbard. He was the bastard who had attacked without warning.
The Sturdy Man merely glanced sidelong at Wei Jia and curled his lip. "What? Can ordinary people in your Great Li Capital City kill someone with a look?"
Wei Jia was so furious he laughed.
The yellow-robed youth paid Wei Jia no mind. While Young Master Wei was playing wild duck, he had broken off several willow twigs and woven them into a ring. He spun it lightly around his finger and asked with a smile, "Apart from Young Master Wei, does anyone here speak Elegant Language? We don't speak the Great Li official dialect, and we're afraid Young Master Wei might make things up to smear us. Stop hiding, everyone. If