"You know your way around Gusu. Go to the brothels and pleasure houses in Gusu City and find some women to bring over. Remember to find plenty of them," Li Hao said directly to Deng Baichuan.
"Second Young Master, all the young madams are beauties as gorgeous as immortals. Are you still unsatisfied with them? Besides, there are plenty of beautiful and pretty maids right here in Canhe Manor. Although they can't compare to the peerless beauty of the madams and don't understand romance quite like the women in those pleasure quarters, they are clean! Furthermore, even if you are unsatisfied, aren't there still the two maidens, A Bi and A Zhu?" Deng Baichuan quickly advised.
Though the women in the pleasure quarters certainly knew how to please and serve men, there was no telling which of them might be carrying some filthy disease. If the Second Young Master were to contract a severe illness as a result, the old master wouldn't hesitate to chop him into pieces.
Murong Bo was not dead; Deng Baichuan was very well aware of that fact.
Upon hearing what Deng Baichuan said, A Bi's little face instantly turned beet red. This Big Brother Deng was too bad, actually suggesting that she and A Zhu go warm the bed for the Second Young Master, and she was still so young...
Yet... she was willing to do it.
"What on earth are you imagining? I'm having you find some people to wait on Heir Duan. Also, find more painters and have them record the entire process for me. I have a use for it." Li Hao's old face instantly turned pitch-black. This Deng Baichuan was far too good at letting his imagination run wild.
If this were dropped into a webnovel creation app in later generations, it would surely drive a whole batch of failed authors to their deaths.
"Ah, so that's how it is. Now I can rest easy," Deng Baichuan said, patting his chest.
The Second Young Master's footwork was entirely too flamboyant. To have an affair like this recorded from start to finish—if these things ever leaked out, Duan Yu's reputation would likely be utterly ruined, and he would be despised by everyone under heaven.
"Remember not to waste silver recklessly. Just find those old and ugly hags. Since they're older and have no business, life must be very hard for them. We need to take care of them as well, understand?" Li Hao continued to instruct.
He was a notoriously stingy miser. He hadn't paid a salary to any of his dozens of mounted subordinates, not even Yan Shun. In fact, he had even confiscated all their personal belongings. If Li Hao hadn't covered their food and lodging, this whole bunch would probably have starved to death.
"Second Young Master, wouldn't that be improper! Duan Yu is an heir, after all. Even if he's a fake, if you find women who are old, ugly, and born from the pleasure quarters, he might refuse to submit when the time comes..." Hearing Li Hao's suggestion, cold sweat broke out all over Deng Baichuan's back.
This Second Young Master was far too vicious; anyone who offended him had better hurry up and end it themselves while they still could.
Otherwise, if you ever fell into his hands one day, he guaranteed you would wish you were dead.
"Take this. If he refuses to cooperate, just use it on him when the time comes." Li Hao directly tossed a packet of medicinal powder to Deng Baichuan.
"Second Young Master, what is this thing?" Deng Baichuan asked curiously.
As for himself, even if he were to swallow a Golden Spear Unfalling Great Strength Pill, he reckoned he wouldn't harbor any improper thoughts toward a bunch of old crones.
"This is the number one miraculous medicine in the world, Mysterious Lust-Inducing Powder. Just this single packet is worth at least a hundred taels of gold. Sigh, whatever, in order to give Heir Duan a wonderful memory, I can only bear the pain and part with it."
Li Hao wore an expression of intense heartache. Once he finished using this single portion, he would only have 997 portions of Mysterious Lust-Inducing Powder left. It simply wasn't going to be enough!
Duan Yu, who was still writing furiously and transcribing martial arts manuals by heart in front of the tomb, inexplicably shivered, feeling as though some terrible event was about to happen.
"Li Hao, let me ask you, did you or did you not use... on me before?" Lin Shiyin's face flushed red, and her speech was somewhat halting.
"Use what on you? Don't I use [you] every single night without fail?" Li Hao began playing the fool; he knew full well that wasn't what Lin Shiyin was asking about.
"You scoundrel." Lin Shiyin was instantly drained of breath. She never expected Li Hao to speak of such an intimate topic right in front of so many people, and it immediately made her forget what she had wanted to say just a moment ago.
"Young Hero Li, the manual for the Six Meridian Divine Sword is right here. I wonder if we should burn it now, or wait to find an auspicious day to burn it instead?" Holding several sheets of Xuan Paper, Jiumozhi wore a somewhat conflicted expression.
He was a martial arts fanatic, and since the Six Meridian Divine Sword was so powerful, of course he wanted to study it.
"I think we should still find an auspicious day to burn it! For the Great Master to have endured such hardship to find the manual and burn it for the venerable Elder Murong is truly a righteous act. Before the burning, I must ask the Great Master to take good care of it. When you have time, the Great Master is welcome to study it as well," Li Hao said magnanimously.
It was just a favor done with a borrowed flower anyway; what harm was it in doing it, since it wasn't his family's martial arts?
"Then this impoverished monk will respectfully obey your command." Jiumozhi pressed his palms together in a gesture of deep gratitude.
He also silently swore in his heart that since the Second Young Master thought so highly of him, when the Second Young Master raised troops to restore the Yan Dynasty in the future, he would definitely persuade the King of Tubo to assist with all his might.
"Maiden A Bi, please have the servants arrange a quiet courtyard for the Great Master in a moment," Li Hao said, lowering his head to A Bi, who was hugging his waist and refusing to let go.
"Rest assured, Second Young Master, A Bi will definitely arrange a quiet courtyard for the Great Master and guarantee that no one disturbs him." Catching Li Hao's teasing gaze, A Bi quickly released her hands, shyly twisting the corner of her dress with an incomparably adorable expression.
"Alright, alright, the business is settled, let's head back!"
Not long after Li Hao and his group departed, two ethereal figures arrived before the giant tree that had been knocked down by Li Hao's sword qi.
"Grand Steward, has Li Hao's identity been confirmed?" The masked person in front, who was clearly the leader, asked.
"The secret agents sent to investigate around Zhongnan Mountain have returned. By excavating the grave of Young Master Hao's grandmother, his identity has already been verified."
"Young Master Hao shouldn't be aware of his own background, which is why he doesn't know his identity. However, A Zhu asked Young Master Hao who his father was, and he said it was Li Tiezhu, while his grandmother's surname was Li; these details all match up. Now all that's left is the blood test." A white-haired old man replied.
He was the administrator of Canhe Manor, the one everyone referred to as the Grand Steward.
"There's no need to test the blood. In fact, his identity could be confirmed even without an investigation. Just based on his instinctive body protection through the Stars Shift divine technique, coupled with the fact that he looks nine parts like Fu'er, who would believe it if you said he wasn't a member of the Murong Family?" The masked person sighed.
"Hao, 'Hao' as in swallowing the heavens. It seems my younger brother has also harbored thoughts of restoring the nation all along!"
"Yet, he never told Young Master Hao about his identity. That's somewhat difficult to understand!" The Grand Steward said, furrowing his brow.
"What's so difficult to understand? My second younger brother drifted near Zhongnan Mountain without a single close retainer or guard by his side. Restoring the country would naturally be a thousand times, ten thousand times difficult. Perhaps he felt that the restoration of the nation was hopeless and didn't want his son to live in this boundless suffering! If I had been the one taken away by Consort Li back then, perhaps I would have made the exact same decision—not letting Fu'er embark on this road of no return." The masked person clearly was not in good spirits.
Having strived for so many years without seeing even a glimmer of hope for restoration, he truly felt utterly exhausted.
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