[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful":3,"chapter-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-43":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Even a Gentleman Must Be Careful",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"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},2268663,4429,"Chapter 43: Forty-Three: The Law-Abiding Su Family (5,000 characters, seeking follows and votes)","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-43",43,"\u003Cp>Forty-Three: The Law-Abiding Su Family (5,000 characters, seeking follows and votes)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you ask what the County Magistrate of Longcheng was doing during the period when grain prices soared before the Dragon Boat Festival?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang could immediately answer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magistrate is touring mountains and rivers, while also begging for handouts everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as for the first part, according to the magistrate himself, he was deeply concerned with official duties—touring mountains and rivers was merely incidental. Yes, the surface appearance, only the appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Yan Liulang, looking at it now, couldn’t help but feel that touring mountains and rivers seemed to be the real purpose…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably only the quiet Liu Ashan trailing behind truly believed the magistrate’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, these past few days, Ouyang Rong had taken Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan to tour the entire upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the ruins of the Di Gong Dam upstream, where it connected to the ancient Yunmeng Marsh, to the creek’s mouth where it met the Great River downstream, and along the way, over a dozen still partially flooded “marshlands,” Ouyang Rong personally measured every inch on foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today the three went again to Donglin Temple atop Mount Dagu, seeking out the abbot, Master Shandao; but this time, it was not Master Shandao guiding the masses—it was the kind-hearted magistrate, Ouyang County Magistrate, guiding Master Shandao:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, both sides engaged in candid, in-depth, prolonged, and constructive discussions on the disaster situation, agreeing the dialogue was timely and beneficial, deepening mutual understanding between the county office and Donglin Temple. Ouyang County Magistrate noted the abbot’s expressions of willingness and proactive intent regarding post-disaster reconstruction, and highly praised them. Ouyang County Magistrate pointed out…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, in the end, Master Shandao waved his hand and decided to renovate another section of the old temple to house a group of homeless disaster victims as tenant farmers to till temple lands… let the Buddha suffer a little more; the merit will be deducted from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what the magistrate and the abbot had discussed, but the young monk with long hair had never seen his abbot so generous and magnanimous—perhaps this was the bond between official and people, like fish and water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young monk sighed, utterly unaware that after the magistrate left, his own abbot rubbed his head and sighed—by afternoon, he hadn’t gone to read palms for female patrons or female Bodhisattvas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magistrate, there’s still much work at the county office—aren’t we going back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the mountainside, Ouyang Rong stopped again, joining Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan in a pavilion named “Shade the Eyes,” famed for its superb view; Yan Liulang couldn’t help whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look, this is our county town—Butterfly Creek really does resemble a butterfly’s wing. The name wasn’t chosen wrongly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong suddenly pointed toward the sprawling expanse of green-tiled roofs below; Longcheng County had no city walls—when the Great Sui had conquered the Southern Chen and unified north and south, they had ordered the dismantling of most southern prefectural and county walls. The county sat on both banks of Butterfly Creek, which wound sinuously, its riverboats like clouds of sails. Farther still, stretched the endless eastward-flowing Great River, with a muddy-yellow sandbar at its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang interjected:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our Butterfly Creek is truly a fine place—this water nourishes over a hundred sword forges on the western bank. Elders say that when the red-hot sword blades are pulled from the furnaces and doused with Butterfly Creek water, the blades hiss out blue smoke, giving the swords an exceptional finish… Since the Warring States period, this water has forged countless famous swords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the magistrate listening intently, the usually silent Liu Ashan spoke up: “I used to work in a sword shop. The senior swordsmiths told me the creek’s greatest strength isn’t its strategic position linking Yunmeng Marsh and the Great River—it’s that this creek carries dragon qi. It’s one of the few places in the world capable of casting Ding Swords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the magistrate seemed interested, Yan Liulang added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard that during the late Southern Chen, before the Great Sui unified north and south, the entire southern kingdom poured its resources into forging Ding Swords right here. But just as the swords were completed, the Sui destroyed the Chen. Later, that mad Sui emperor exhausted the nation’s wealth to rebuild furnaces along this creek and forge swords again—yet before they were finished, chaos erupted across the land, with rebel armies rising everywhere…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then Emperor Taizong cleaned up the mess. After the Great Gan was founded, they learned from the lessons of the past, promoted peace with the people, and never forged those destructive things again. Sword shops in Longcheng gradually declined, until the Liu family reopened the ancient Yue Sword Workshop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ashan recalled: “An old swordsmith said this Butterfly Creek is a blessed land—but also a source of chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly is this Ding Sword?” Ouyang Rong asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Ashan shook his head. “I don’t know. Probably the most powerful famous sword—rumor says kings, marquises, and generals all want one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang chimed in: “Not just them. I heard even cultivators inside and outside the mortal world want this thing. Some say the struggle between north and south during the Northern and Southern Dynasties was really a struggle over these Ding Swords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong shook his head. Like the myths and Daoist lineages his little sister told him, or the Yunmeng Sword Marsh—he treated it as mere curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the matter at hand, the young magistrate turned to Liu Ashan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That old swordsmith was right—this Butterfly Creek is indeed a source of chaos. Not only has it nurtured a wicked ‘Willow’ that drains the people’s marrow, it has also become an accomplice to Longcheng’s floods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time Yunmeng Marsh swells, if the Di Gong Dam fails to hold, Butterfly Creek’s water overflows its banks and floods Longcheng. This creek winds and twists—it has zero flood discharge capacity…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong gazed down at the town below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As County Magistrate of Longcheng, his responsibilities for this flood included not only relief, but also water management.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the latter, when he first took office, he had spoken with the sly Assistant Magistrate. But back then, he didn’t even have enough grain for relief, let alone water control. The Assistant Magistrate had advised him to beg the Liu family for funds—like previous magistrates, to rebuild the Di Gong Dam to block the water from upstream Yunmeng Marsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after all his efforts, relief grain was barely sufficient, and with county-wide mobilization, work-for-relief programs, and organizing the Dragon Boat Festival… they could now feed the refugees outside the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, water management had become the urgent priority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew that after the Dragon Boat Festival, the heaviest rains of the plum season would arrive. Right now, Longcheng County had zero water infrastructure. Facing Yunmeng Marsh, a basin-like depression prone to water retention, the county was as defenseless as a man without trousers—every flood risk, big or small, was laid bare. When the flood peak came, it was inevitable that Longcheng would be submerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others, like the Assistant Magistrate, relied on old county records and folk sayings to predict floods—things like “a major flood every four years.” Since they’d already had one this year, they assumed no more would come…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong had yet to encounter any supernatural forces in this world, so his education forbade him from believing in folk sayings. He couldn’t deceive himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, his visits to the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek were to understand the water situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current situation was simple—and dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunmeng Marsh, Butterfly Creek, and the Great River could be seen as a “ Gong ” shape, with Butterfly Creek as the vertical stroke. Yunmeng Marsh, a freshwater lake spanning thousands of square li, was the largest in Jiangnan Dao, its water draining primarily through this vertical stroke into the Great River, which then flowed eastward to the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Ouyang Rong saw now was this “vertical stroke”—twisting and winding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meandering waterway was the hardest to drain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to manage this water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should they continue repairing the Di Gong Dam, following the old path of Master Di and subsequent magistrates, patching it up every four years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young magistrate, who had come to Longcheng merely to accumulate merit, asked himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Ouyang Rong’s clear, concise explanation, Yan Liulang and Liu Ashan were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang thought for a moment and ventured: “What if we… widen the channel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong didn’t nod. Yan Liulang realized something and muttered gloomily: “No, that won’t work either—even if we had manpower, we have no surplus grain or silver to fund such an engineering project.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ouyang Rong rose, lowered his gaze, and brushed dust from his robe: “Who said we have no silver or grain? The silver and grain for water control have already arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is the silver and grain you mean, Magistrate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it right below? It even walked here on its own legs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong lightly pointed down at the county town, then sat alone, quietly gazing at the scenery below. Finally, he turned: “This place does offer a broad view. Let’s go—we should return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stepping out of the pavilion, the young magistrate glanced back at its plaque and murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a fine name—‘Shade the Eyes’—yet it shades nothing. As the saying goes: ‘Fear not the floating clouds that obscure the view, for you stand at the highest level.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a plan now formed, he chuckled softly and descended the mountain to eat his “meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong hadn’t expected that upon returning to the county office, he’d be handed a mouthful of “meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The county office courtroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You say the Su family came looking for me while I was away?” Ouyang Rong felt baffled. “Which Su family? Why did they come to see me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly didn’t recall any Su family among Longcheng’s thirteen largest local gentry clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Magistrate Diao shook his head. “The Su family’s eldest son said he came to pay back taxes. After your audit, they reviewed their own accounts and realized they might have overlooked some ambiguous taxes, so they’ve come to submit them now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong was surprised: “There are people who actually care about our government and voluntarily check for omissions? Uh, how much did they pay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Magistrate Diao swallowed hard. “One thousand taels of silver.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong’s eyelid twitched. “What tax did they miss that required such a huge payment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Magistrate Diao spread his hands. “I sent men to check the Su family’s ledgers. They pay their taxes on time, every year, down to the last copper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why don’t you return the money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Assistant Magistrate Diao looked at Ouyang Rong with a strange expression:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the Su family’s eldest son said that if there was no oversight, then this silver should be donated to the county office for you to use as you see fit. They only ask for one piece of your calligraphy—whenever you’re ready to give it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong’s lip twitched. He rose and went to inspect the pile of silver on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table itself was slightly buckling under the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thousand taels of silver—equivalent to half of what he’d extorted from the local bullies and evil gentry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young magistrate tossed the silver back onto the desk, paced a few steps across the courtroom with his hands behind his back, then couldn’t help turning back:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Longcheng County still have such law-abiding, virtuous citizens?” he asked in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainly because Ouyang Rong had long since lost all hope in the local landlords and tycoons—or rather, he’d never had any hope to begin with. These past days of strategy and struggle, touching their interests proved harder than touching their souls…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, out of nowhere, a white lotus appeared—more virtuous than a model citizen. It was enough to make men weep and women silent. How could he not be stunned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens, thinking about it, he almost teared up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This? This is called PUA.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assistant Magistrate Diao remembered something else: “By the way, Magistrate, the Meilu Garden where you and your esteemed aunt now reside was also donated by this Su family—free of charge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Assistant Magistrate Diao left with official business, leaving the young magistrate alone in the courtroom facing a table of gleaming silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Su family on Deer Cry Street… right next door? That Su residence—I remember my little sister lives there. She said it was her uncle’s home… meaning this Su family is an old acquaintance of my master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong put on his coat, preparing to leave, but hesitated, then hung the official robe back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came under the pretense of donating a thousand taels, asking only for a piece of his calligraphy—there was a gentlemanly air to it. To visit in person would seem vulgar. Moreover, this Su family was his master’s old friend—he couldn’t be too familiar; he must avoid suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong nodded, filed the favor away, then summoned Yan Liulang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured toward the silver with his chin: “Take it. Buy grain. Spend it all. Don’t leave a single copper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then smiled slightly, a touch embarrassed: “Especially the new rice shop on the street—be sure to support their business well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first ray of dawn fell upon the bell tower atop Donglin Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, the gray-robed novice climbing the tower to ring the bell was distracted, his gaze frequently drifting toward Butterfly Creek below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had any disciplined monk passed by early, they wouldn’t have minded—today’s temple incense would be light, and the abbot would lead a large group of monks down to Penglang Ferry to preach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because today was the fifth day of the fifth month—the Dragon Boat Festival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Longcheng County:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before dawn had fully broken, the newly expanded ferry port was already bustling—strong laborers, peddlers, retainers, servants, government office runners, clerks, and street vendors hawking breakfast crowded the docks, setting up platforms, hanging colorful banners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Butterfly Creek, just warmed by the morning sun, the most striking sight wasn’t the large grain ships from afar, but the dazzling, colorful dragon boats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If viewed from above the entire city, one could see that even before the sky was fully lit, heads pouring out from every alley and neighborhood had merged into an unceasing tide, all flowing toward the Butterfly Creek dock for the dragon boat race; refugees outside the city also surged inward, and blue-clad constables patrolled every street and lane to maintain order…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Boat Festival, organized by the Longcheng County Office, had finally begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was barely morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magistrate! Magistrate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Luming Street, at the Longcheng County Office, officials who had reported in were heading out the gate to watch the dragon boats at the dock—except one disgruntled constable who pushed against the crowd, sprinting into the office, shouting as he grabbed a familiar face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Siliang, have you seen the Magistrate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some of our brothers brought breakfast to the County Magistrate this morning—I heard he was in the back residence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s this late, and the Dragon Boat Festival is waiting for the Magistrate to open it—why is he still in the back residence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang sighed, shoving through the crowd until he reached the abandoned back residence of the County Office, collapsed by the flood and left unoccupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, he saw a young County Magistrate in a green robe, bent over, tinkering with a strange “sand table” in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang thought the thing in the courtyard ought to be called a sand table—it resembled the military simulation models of terrain and topography, except this one was enlarged, filling the entire courtyard, and contained simulated waterways connected to another well used for pumping water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magistrate, it’s time to go out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong answered without turning, washed his dirty face and hands beside the pool, then walked over and shut off the water pump beside the well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “stream” flowing rapidly through the massive “sand table” in the courtyard came to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang brought the official robe, unfolded it, and helped the young Magistrate put it on; during this, the impulsive blue-clad constable couldn’t help but glance at the strange “sand table” in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since returning from his “sightseeing” trip to Donglin Temple on Mount Dagu, the Magistrate had become obsessed with this thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He first asked Liu Ashan to gather tools and materials, then found a large, undisturbed courtyard in the back residence of the County Office, lived and slept there for two days, and finally built this “sand table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by its appearance, Yan Liulang thought it resembled the Butterfly Creek and the topography of Longcheng County he’d seen halfway up the mountain—but upon closer inspection, some things had changed: certain winding waterways seemed straighter, some terrain had shifted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang didn’t understand what this was for—but then again, that was normal. He figured if he could understand the Magistrate’s train of thought, he’d truly have come into his own, and wouldn’t need to be this miserable, errand-running constable captain anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong, dressed in his official robe, adjusted his cuffs as he stepped out and asked: “What’s the current grain price?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magistrate, it’s been twenty cash per dou for half a fortnight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang replied humbly: “It’s all thanks to your guidance, Magistrate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—I mean those outside grain merchants did well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong, with Yan Liulang beside him, left the County Office and boarded the carriage driven by Liu Ashan. Once seated, he smiled and explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to your report from the dock warehouse the other day, these external grain merchants have already amassed at least 100,000 dan of grain in Longcheng—yet the price remains steady at twenty cash per dou, with no fierce competition among them. There must be someone clever and skilled among them coordinating and silently synchronizing their grain sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang understood. “So that’s how it is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong chuckled. “Looks like they’re not all helpless—every one of them’s a shrewd one… This piece of meat is a bit tough to chew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang ventured: “Then today—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything as planned. Let’s go. This annual Dragon Boat Festival must let the whole city enjoy a good holiday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong said with a smile; Yan Liulang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, as if remembering something, the young Magistrate asked: “By the way, have you seen my junior sister lately?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Liulang thought for a moment. “Last time I went home, I saw her coming out of Yuanming Tower.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would she go there? What’s there to do? Wait—could my junior sister be into women…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Magistrate frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan… the blue-clad constable captain, the only son in his family, instinctively pulled his hips back and shrank away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Rong didn’t notice the sudden awkwardness. Soon after, the carriage arrived at Penglang Dock. He lifted the curtain first—and a wave of scorching heat slammed into his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm—the smell of salted zongzi…\u003C\u002Fp>",3204,"2026-06-19T21:28:25.445Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a5e7694165226ba0d52c9bf4ed8d12082184c82c7f694aaba4e9bd419caff055","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-44","even-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-chapter-42",864,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Feven-a-gentleman-must-be-careful-cover.jpg"]