"Yes."
"I happen to have a piece."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Take it out and let me see."
The man glanced around, then said quietly:
"I'm sure you know how precious warm jade is, young master. I couldn't possibly carry something so valuable around all the time. What if I lost it?
If you'd like to see it, you can come to my house."
Wan Rong's maid leaned closer and said:
"Young master, this could be a trap!"
This was the Capital. What sort of trap could there be? Even if it was a trap, with her martial arts and tricks, she had nothing to fear from these small fry.
Wan Rong waved a hand and said:
"Lead the way!"
A triumphant smile flashed in the man's eyes:
"Please follow me, young master."
Wan Rong and her maid followed him out of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.
After a series of twists and turns, the man led them into a secluded alley. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at Wan Rong.
Wan Rong looked at him and asked:
"Why have you stopped?"
The man laughed brazenly:
"You're such an innocent little young master. You believe whatever I tell you?"
"You mean you don't have any warm jade at all, and you were lying to me?"
"That's right. I was lying to you!
Look at what I'm wearing. Use your head. Could someone like me possibly own something as precious as warm jade?
If I had any, I'd have sold it long ago and started living the good life. Would I still be dressed like this?
You really are some rich family's young master. You don't know a thing about the suffering of ordinary people."
Wan Rong gave him a sinister smile and said:
"Do you know what happens to people who