Are You Here as an Envoy or Here to Behead Someone? Six Thousand Words

Oh.

The plan to visit the brothel and listen to music never happened.

The main reason was that this sort of thing had been banned by the Undead Empire. The original workers had either been forced into respectable livelihoods, or were preparing to enter the song-and-dance academies that were about to open for training.

But none of that mattered.

It neither affected Xu Jiawei's daily pleasures, nor left him short of money just because he had temporarily become unemployed.

Losing the national treasury had indeed taken away a very large portion of his wealth.

But the Xu family still had quite a few real businesses supporting them—the largest Auction House in the Star Luo Empire had been the Xu family's own business.

Just helping the Pixiu Merchant Guild hold auctions and taking a commission from them was enough to make a fortune.

Add in some absolutely loyal subordinates and servants who refused to leave, and the Star Crown Sect's Xu family, stripped of its imperial trappings, still counted as a top-tier wealthy clan.

Xu Jiawei, having set down his heavy burden, now lived each day carefree and delighted, thoroughly enjoying himself. Even his Soul Power cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds along with it.

If the Douluo Continent had not yet been fully brought under the Undead Empire's rule, he would have wanted to take his whole family out traveling through mountains and rivers, properly relaxing for a while.

Over the past decade or so, the others had been all right, but the pressure he and Xu Jiujiu had borne had truly been too great.

It had left these siblings in a state where one was already in his early fifties, married for many years yet still without descendants.

The other was nearing forty, and still did not even