Miss Wen had just left the Jiang family residence and was picked up by girl Zijuan who had been waiting outside.
Seeing that his young lady looked strange, Zijuan did not dare to ask what happened, guessing that it was probably because his young lady did not win Young Master Jiang's favor after all.
She had already foreseen this.
After all, this is a world where the strong is king, and Painting Dao's ability to communicate with the gods is just a sideshow. Unless Mr. Jiang is also madly in love with Painting Dao, his lady's chances of winning are really slim.
Seeing the serious look on the young lady's face, Zijuan didn't dare to joke. Suddenly, he thought of something and wanted to divert the young lady's attention, saying, "Miss, the guy who was fished out of the water left without even saying hello. He only left a message with the doorkeeper Xiao Chun, who is this person..."
Miss Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Zijuan's arm and said, "When was the last time you saw him, but do you still remember what he said..."
Stepping out of the Peony Hall, Miss Wen's tight heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and the whole person seemed to have stepped out of a dream.
Along the way, she was racking her brains to think about who had created this dream, but she could never find a clue.
Until Zijuan reminded her at this moment, a possibility suddenly came to her mind, although this possibility was slim.
However, that person is the only unexpected person who has been related to her recently, and he is also the only person whose origin is unknown.
Zijuan was startled by Miss Wen's actions. He stared blankly for a long time before he remembered and stuttered, "I, I remember, I remember, he, he seemed to have asked the lady what... wishes..."
As soon as these words came out, the Wen family and his son were also shocked.
Although they didn't know who Miss Wen and Zijuan were talking about, they could tell that they must be related to the mysterious master.
Along the way, the two of them almost drove Miss Wen crazy in order to find out the whereabouts of this expert.
After Zijuan finished speaking, Miss Wen ran out.
Tens of breaths later, Miss Wen rushed into Xu Yi's room and saw at a glance, on the long yellow wood table in the middle of the narrow room, there was a bamboo cage woven from green bamboo, about an inch in size.
Zijuan, who was chasing after the Wen family and his son, saw the bamboo cage and exclaimed in shock, "I have seen this thing before. It was woven by that man the last time I saw him."
Miss Wen Gently pinch the mechanism on the top of the bamboo cage, and the bamboo cage opens. Inside is a sound transmission bead, and a piece of paper folded very delicately. It is opened and written with eight characters: Happy marriage for a hundred years, all your wishes will come true.
Miss Wen was stunned for a long time, and then wanted to activate the sound transmission bead. When he asked what happened, Wen Zhongdao snatched it away.
Miss Wen stared at Wen Zhongdao in surprise, Wen Zhongdao said excitedly, "Don't use it. Don't you understand? This sound transmission bead was left by the master. It was not reserved for you to ask him about the inside story, but a promise made by him. How can such a master's promise be used lightly? Unless it is related to the life and death of our Wen family, it will never be used."
Miss Wen Clutching the piece of paper tightly, he turned his gaze and looked towards the distant coast. The sky was blowing and a cargo ship was full of sails. Like an arrow off the string, it gradually moved away, and finally turned into a black spot, which finally disappeared and will never be seen again.
"This, this..."
Xu Yi stared dumbly at the red-faced middle-aged man in front of him. He never expected that he would end up like this after twisting and turning.
The red-faced middle-aged man was startled and lowered his head and said, "Is it possible that your Excellency is dissatisfied? I should be damned if I don't understand your Lordship's intentions clearly."
This red-faced middle-aged man is none other than Wind Observer Envoy, who is in charge of Huaidong.
After arriving at Golden Lion City, Xu Yi came to Zijuan, and understood Miss Wen's intentions, and decided to help Miss Wen fulfill his wish.
Then he used Wind Observer System's secret method to contact Mr. Wind Observer Envoy, the general manager of Huaidong Fengxian.
How could a red-faced middle-aged man dare to neglect the instructions of his immediate superior? What's more, a Eldest Brother member of the Holy Court Imperial Straightening Hall had issued a strict order to report any news about this person.
He hurriedly reported the news of Lord Xu's arrival, and the Eldest Brother man personally ordered him to help Lord Xu.
With that central Eldest Brother person adding fuel to the flames, it would be nothing if the power field of the small Huaidong Mansion was overturned.
However, Xu Yi only wanted him to help Miss Wen create a scene and give Miss Wen face.
Xu Yi is confident that a big shot in the officialdom of Huaidong Prefecture can help Miss Wen achieve good things with just a little effort.
He has learned about the Spring Alliance, which is really a very small force. As long as nothing goes wrong with me, the head of the family, this marriage will definitely happen.
But despite all his calculations, he never expected this to be the case.
After a long-lasting marriage, a Cinderella story of revenge was reenacted.
"How is the family named Jiang doing?"
Xu Yi felt a little unhappy, it was rare for him to help anyone, and to end up like this, the person named Jiang was really disrespectful.
The red-faced middle-aged man was startled, "Don't worry, sir, Huaidong Mansion Discipline Department is under strict scrutiny. I will go there in person later and make sure that everyone in Huaidong sobers up."
Xu Yi waved his hand, "I won't ask anyone else. As for the Wen family, you are always looking after me. Lord Lu, you deserve a share of the credit."
The red-faced middle-aged man stood up in shock, "What, the Wen family turned out to be Lu..."
Xu Yi said, "Otherwise, why should I meddle in this business? Miss Wen is the descendant of a close friend of Lord Lu."
He transferred Miss Wen's relationship because he knew that he would suffer disasters everywhere along the way. He could never tell when he would fall out with the Holy Court again, so he simply transferred Miss Wen's relationship to the Holy Envoy. Even if something happened to him in the future, Miss Wen would not be implicated.
The red-faced middle-aged man thanked Xu Yi repeatedly. He felt that this gentleman Minor Wind Observer was so considerate that he was willing to risk such a precious relationship with him.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my memory, Lord Lu has sent a message to me that Golden Lion City will arrive at 1:30, and I want you to go meet me. It's getting late now, let's go and greet you."
Half an hour later, Xu Yi met the holy envoy, Lord Lu, in the private house decorated by the red-faced middle-aged man.
Lord Lu's complexion was very poor, and his eyes looking at Xu Yi were uncertain.
Xu Yi, however, was extremely calm. He picked up Dragon Soaking Zisha Teapot and gave Lord Lu a cup of tea, "Brother Lu, why do you have to act like this? Logically speaking, you and I are also old friends, so this can be regarded as a reunion of old friends."
Lord Lu sat still and said word by word, "Heart-Devouring Worm, you don't understand!"
Xu Yi picked up a piece of crispy red snack and threw it into his mouth, "What do I think it is? This little thing is worthy of your anger, Brother Lu."
As he spoke, a transparent empty bottle appeared in his palm, and he slapped the seal open. Suddenly, a cloud of black gas came out of Lord Lu's nostrils. The black gas went straight into the empty bottle, and in an instant, it turned into a flesh insect.
Xu Yi closed the ban and smiled slightly at Lord Lu, "This time, maybe Brother Lu drank tea?"