For all Liang Dazhuang's height and bulk, the fellow's courage was smaller than a mustard seed. Seeing another crowd pour out of Huan Cai Pavilion, he grabbed Hu Xiaotian's arm and cowered behind him, pleading, "Young Master, they dragged me inside! How was I supposed to know something like this would happen?"
Hu Xiaotian glared at him. Now you know how to play innocent. Between Penyin Mountain and Xiezhou, you've probably squandered every last coin of mine, you damned servant. With the situation before him, he had no time to settle accounts with Liang Dazhuang. That would have to wait until this was over.
Liang Dazhuang added, "Young Master, they took all our luggage. The official seal and documents are inside."
Hu Xiaotian nodded, then said with a beaming smile, "Auntie, with beauty that puts the moon to shame and makes flowers blush, that sinks fish and brings geese tumbling from the sky, surely you must also be an openhearted, kindly soul. Why, then, are your words so vicious?"
Murong Feiyan came to Hu Xiaotian's side and murmured, "Don't waste your breath on her. She's no good." She had already recognized the group as Huan Cai Pavilion's madam and guards.
If Murong Feiyan could see it, Hu Xiaotian certainly could too. But the situation was rather complicated. If it came to an all-out fight, having Murong Feiyan on his side should make victory a sure thing. The immediate priority, however, was recovering his official seal and documents.
The madam's little eyes swept over Hu Xiaotian's face. People in her line of work excelled at sizing others up. From someone's looks, bearing, gestures, and speech, she could gauge just how much silver they had in their pockets. As for Liang Dazhuang, her underlings had misjudged him. That had nothing to do