Song Qingshu looked at him in bewilderment. "Why?"
"Aren't a lot of villains trying to assassinate me these days? We can pull a switcheroo... Then, when they least expect it, their target will have become Brother Song, a martial arts master. They'll definitely suffer a huge setback." Wei Xiaobao spoke with perfect logic, but he had another scheme in mind: wearing this official uniform would surely make things inconvenient later. Wouldn't his plan of sneaking into the storeroom and slipping some Mischief Spring Wine to that Courtesan Queen be ruined?
"Lord Wei truly has the gift of foresight. Admirable, admirable." Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian, standing nearby, would not miss any opportunity to flatter him.
"Lord Wei's words are not without reason." Jiumozhi nodded at Song Qingshu. "Among our group, only Young Master Song and Wei Xiaobao are close in age..."
Isn't Duan Yu a person? It'd be even better if the assassins killed him with one stroke. Song Qingshu grumbled inwardly. As though he had guessed his thoughts, Duan Yu instinctively shrank back.
But reason told him that he was the best candidate. Duan Yu was, after all, the heir apparent of Dali. If anything really happened to him, the Kangxi Emperor would probably curse Wei Xiaobao to death. Fortunately, his martial arts were decent enough now. Even if he encountered assassins, he should have more than enough ability to protect himself...
Song Qingshu dismissed those thoughts and nodded. "All right!"
If one asked where in the world was the most extravagant and pleasure-soaked place, all ten out of ten men would answer excitedly: Yangzhou!
If one asked where in the world was the filthiest and most depraved place, all ten out of ten women would answer with utter contempt: Yangzhou!
With a fortune at one's waist, riding a