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To deal with the minor incident of the assassination attempt along the way, the two spent quite some time shaking off the constables and patrolling soldiers who had rushed over after hearing the news. At last, they arrived at the Pucha Family's main residence without further incident.

Not long after they entered, Puchá Ahute received word and came out to greet them. "My worthy nephew, I heard you encountered an assassin on the road?"

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Puchá. We were not injured," Song Qingshu replied with a smile. Before coming here, he had done his homework. Puchá Ahute had been of the same generation as Tang Kuobian's father, who had died on the battlefield, so calling him Uncle was only natural.

"Rest assured, my worthy nephew. The city defense general is a good friend of mine. I'll ask him to send more men to investigate and find that assassin, so I can give you a satisfactory explanation." Puchá Ahute patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Thank you, Uncle." Song Qingshu smiled, not taking such polite words too seriously. Since that assassin had dared to attack a prince, how could ordinary soldiers possibly find him so easily? Besides, deep down, he did not want that assassin to be caught at all.

"Please, come in. Most of the other guests have already arrived." Puchá Ahute personally led them inside. Pucha Qiucao's coming-of-age ceremony had actually been completed at the ancestral hall that morning; tonight's event was more like a grand banquet.

Unlike the style of the Han Chinese in Jiangnan, the Pucha family's banquet leaned more toward Jurchen customs. It was held on a vast lawn, with a roaring bonfire in the center. The flames greedily licked at the whole roasted lamb above them, while the air was filled with mouthwatering