[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-assuming-the-langya-surname":3,"chapter-assuming-the-langya-surname-assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-62":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The False Clan of Langya",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2273858,4442,"Chapter 62: Do You Really Think I Won","assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>Wang Yang fumbled to pull the candle from the bronze candelabra and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, you broke the bamboo prop when you jumped out the window; second, my voice didn’t sound like I was asleep; third, he left too cleanly. He didn’t ask to enter the room, but he was already suspicious. Once suspicious, he’d come to investigate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman asked again: “Then why did you take off...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The room’s this small, the gauze curtain’s thin—by firelight, a close look reveals everything! I took off my clothes so their attention focused on me, and they dared not stare too closely. It was pure luck you knocked over the paper and candelabra.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang slipped the candelabra into his right sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if you knocked over the paper and candelabra?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh... it’s complicated, hard to explain right now.” Wang Yang evaded, pulling his sleeve down further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gauze curtain was pushed aside; the woman stepped off the bed and sat across from Wang Yang, her gaze cold: “I ask, you answer. No lies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang’s expression turned solemn: “You saved my little sister yesterday—you’ve done me a great favor. I’d never lie to you. Ask anything—I’ll answer fully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Name, identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Liu Bi, a student at the Jingzhou Prefectural Academy.” Wang Yang spoke without flinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know Jiao Zheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just met him today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why come to his house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To settle a debt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What debt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He tampered with the military roster and transferred one of my men to a distant prefecture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two exchanged questions and answers without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman fell silent, staring at Wang Yang as if judging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang silently plotted his escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s afraid of you? Are you from a noble clan?” the woman suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m from Neyang Liu. Afraid? Not quite—perhaps only superficial respect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mentioning a noble clan would make the woman cautious, but he feared overstating his status and making himself seem valuable. So he adopted the identity of Neyang Liu. He’d spent the past few days with Liu Zhao; if the woman pressed him on Neyang Liu details, he could answer a few questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: “You’re not from Neyang Liu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang’s heart lurched, but his face showed blank confusion: “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday in the market, you shouted for the Academy’s Sacrificial Wine Master Liu Zhao to come see you. If you were of the same clan, you wouldn’t call him by his given name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right—I forgot that. Mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang smiled: “Don’t judge by my age—I’m senior to Liu Zhao, his fifth cousin once removed. When no outsiders are around, I call him by his courtesy name, ‘Mingyang.’ Yesterday in the market, I feared others wouldn’t know him, so I used his given name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Liu, forgive me! I didn’t mean to take advantage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman didn’t press further; she seemed to accept the explanation. She lowered her eyes, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang seized the moment: “The guards outside must be slackening. Lady, you should slip out now—by dawn, it’ll be harder to leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t trouble yourself. Go now, call for the servants to bring Jiao Zheng to your room—say you have urgent business. Remember: only Jiao Zheng. No one else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang inwardly cursed. He dodged: “It’s so late—he won’t listen to me. He won’t come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman glanced at Wang Yang coolly: “Jiao Zheng is vain, eager to curry favor with noble clans. You’re from Neyang Liu—if you summon him, he’ll come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang hurried to say: “This time’s different—he’s been searching for you, still on guard. If I suddenly call him, he’ll suspect something—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter. Go call him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang’s voice grew urgent and concerned: “If he suspects, he’ll bring men—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman cut him off: “Don’t concern yourself with that. Go call him now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman drew her dagger; a flash of cold steel appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Liu, understand this: I’m not asking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang didn’t know what would happen when Jiao Zheng arrived, but armed conflict risked collateral damage. In the chaos, he might escape—but the danger was great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He guessed the woman would kill Jiao Zheng first, then take him hostage to flee the Jiao household. Whether she’d silence him afterward was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Jiao Zheng still had to handle the Black Han’s business—Wang Yang didn’t want him dead. Even if he survived, if Jiao Zheng died, the authorities would hunt him down. Once his fake noble identity was exposed, he’d be ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wang Yang resolved: he would not obey this woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t go,” Wang Yang said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman frowned, surprised the man who’d been so soft-spoken and ingratiating had suddenly hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really think I won’t kill you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman raised her dagger, gazing coldly—Wang Yang felt a chill run through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he smiled faintly and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not, because you’re not foolish. Killing me achieves nothing—it only raises Jiao Zheng’s guard, making your next move harder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, though I’m no top-tier aristocrat, I’m still a Jingzhou family. If I die, the whole city will hunt the killer, and my clan will seek vengeance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re skilled, but escaping unscathed won’t be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman said nothing. Her hand moved—the dagger lunged at Wang Yang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s just scaring me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Definitely just scaring me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing me helps nothing—it hurts her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she saved A Wu—she has a righteous heart, surely she wouldn’t...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger drove straight toward him—no hesitation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang’s smile vanished; his pupils shrank sharply!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this it?!?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger’s tip halted an inch from Wang Yang’s eyeball—perfectly still, as if controlled by a precision mechanism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you weren’t afraid at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman watched Wang Yang’s pale face, then slowly withdrew the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang swallowed—he realized his back was soaked in sweat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: I must find a way to fix this weakness—I’m a total zero in combat, and this flaw can kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said I saved that little girl—that I did you a great favor. Won’t you repay me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang steadied himself: “I want to repay you—but I don’t repay blindly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What counts as not being blind?” the woman’s gaze turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to summon Jiao Zheng alone—what do you plan to do?” Wang Yang countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kidnap.” The woman uttered two simple words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Not kill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why kidnap Jiao Zheng?” Wang Yang asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to ask him something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman said nothing, only stared coldly at Wang Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want my help, you must tell me the full story—then I can judge whether I can assist. If you say nothing and just demand help, how can I help? I’m stubborn—I won’t move unless pushed, and even then, I’ll resist! I’ll risk everything when it’s right—but I won’t be treated like a fool!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was bright and bold, the manner of a man of true character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally: I’m not stupid—I won’t help you kidnap a government official!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed details for two reasons: to buy time and ease tension, and to probe her origins, find weaknesses, and plan his next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stared at Wang Yang; Wang Yang stared back, unflinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——————————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Note: In the sequence Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Jia is first. In the context of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, “Jia clan” was used with strict precision, referring exclusively to the highest-ranking aristocratic lineages, sharply distinct from second- or third-tier clans. Some scholarly works expand the term “Jia clan” to mean “clan” generally (e.g., Fan Wenhua’s A Concise History of China), thereby losing its original meaning and misrepresenting it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1267,"2026-06-19T23:36:03.373Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a3b9d62c42b3673eac1cfc598781f8e0c86f4bff287229dd1ae662e190243119",null,"assuming-the-langya-surname-chapter-61","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-false-clan-of-langya-cover.jpg"]