Chapter 453: It hurts to think about it

Chen Guanlou temporarily settled down in the mountain villa.

This place is remote, not far or near from the capital; it is neither far from the central city nor disturbed by the outside world, making it a quiet place for cultivation and recuperation. It's just a bit monotonous.

The Marquis's Mansion sent him cart after cart of medicinal materials, all of which were top-grade. They also sent a physician to recuperate his body and make nourishing medicinal pills for him.

He was afraid that his eldest sister would be worried and run over to find him regardless of her safety. He wrote a letter to his eldest sister, briefly explaining his situation, and asked her to rest assured and not worry about him. He was living well and definitely wouldn't die.

He also sent word to several trusted aides in the Heavenly Prison. During the days he was away, Xiao Jin and Qian Fugui would be responsible.

The "personal grudge" struggle between the Marquis's Mansion and the Jiang Mansion finally came to an end.

Jiang Tu was completely defeated and had reached the point of life and death; no matter how unwilling he was, he could only enter the palace and hold the old Emperor's thigh to cry. He cried that he was incompetent and failed to complete the task assigned by the old Emperor, and that he deserved to die, deserved to die ten thousand times.

The old Emperor was dizzy from his crying and felt annoyed, kicking him away and cursing him as a piece of trash several times.

Jiang Tu kowtowed repeatedly, admitting that he was a piece of trash and could not share the worries for the old Emperor.

The old Emperor was furious and opened his mouth to execute this scum. But when the words reached his lips, he changed his mind; Jiang Tu's ability was mediocre, but his ability to make money was quite good.

He was still useful for now, so it would be a pity to execute him.

Thus, the old Emperor changed his mind and decided to keep Jiang Tu's life, letting him continue to make money. After all, the garden next door hadn't been repaired, and the palace hadn't been repaired, so he needed a reliable person to supervise. Jiang Tu was the only candidate.

Sure enough, Jiang Tu had some luck, escaping unscathed again and getting out safely.

Facing this result, Qiu Defu had nothing to say. He could only say that Jiang Tu had great luck.

Jiang Tu himself was relieved, as if he had escaped death, and felt a lingering fear. Before entering the palace, he had truly prepared to die, and therefore, his crying seemed particularly sincere.

He also hadn't thought that he could truly move the old Emperor.

The old Emperor's hard heart was publicly acknowledged.

Fortunately, God saw that he was pitiful.

Jiang Tu cried again, but this time it was tears of joy. In front of the old Emperor, he repeatedly expressed his loyalty, saying that he would do his best for the old Emperor and die for him.

The old Emperor sneered endlessly. "Just you, daring to say you will do your best and die for me. Official Jiang, have some shame. If it really doesn't work, hire a learned secretary to teach you the knowledge in books. Don't make similar jokes in the future, making people laugh at you for being unlearned."

"If others laugh, this humble official never cares. This humble official is single-minded, and only has the Emperor in his heart. Being able to make the Emperor laugh, this humble official is fortunate for three lifetimes."

"You idiot! That's all you're good for." The old Emperor smiled and kicked Jiang Tu over. "As for the Marquis's Mansion, let it end here. You should serve well in the future, get along well with Chen Guanfu, and don't cause any more trouble. In the next few months, I don't want to see the capital in chaos."

"This humble official obeys the decree! Thanks to the Emperor's thick love for that scum Chen Guanfu, otherwise this humble official would definitely make him look good."

"Don't talk big." The old Emperor was particularly disgusted. "The sacrificial ceremony next year cannot tolerate the slightest mistake; you be alert for me, don't let people grab your handle. If you cause heaven's anger and people's resentment, I won't spare you."

Jiang Tu repeatedly said yes.

Only then did he realize how important the sacrificial ceremony next year was. It was definitely not just sacrificing to heaven; there must be other plans.

He could fathom the old Emperor's mood, but he couldn't fathom the old Emperor's thoughts. It was like a fog covering his vision; the front was hazy and not very clear.

But to say how important the sacrificial ceremony next year was, the capital had always been peaceful, and the Great Ming Prince was locked in the Heavenly Prison without incident; everything was going according to plan, so it was really impossible to tell.

Jiang Tu regretted again not reading more books; the things of scholars always seemed like flowers in the fog, not very clear. Even the nobles started playing tricks of clouds and mist.

If you can't guess, you can't guess; anyway, you escaped a disaster, which is gratifying.

It was just this battle that caused heavy losses. The old Emperor had no intention of compensating him. He could only swallow his teeth and blood, and find a way to make up for it from other places.

The little family foundation and foundation accumulated over many years were all destroyed.

The Marquis's Mansion's move was too ruthless; except for not hurting his life, they didn't leave any room at all. His people, his wealth; whenever he thought of it, he felt heartbroken, and his heart was about to break.

The Marquis's Mansion naturally also had losses.

But in Chen Guanfu's eyes, the biggest loss was Chen Guanlou.

This scum Chen Guanlou was hidden too well, deceiving everyone. So much so that he was easily exposed in the end, with nowhere to hide.

Whenever he thought of this, Chen Guanfu also felt heartbroken.

He had been in a bad mood for several days, even though the struggle between the two sides had ended and everything had returned to calm.

He drank dull wine, invited the moon with a cup, and felt depressed.

He called the Chief Steward and asked about Chen Guanlou's situation.

The Chief Steward told him, "Internal injuries, it looks quite serious, and it needs a period of recuperation. The realm has also fallen. According to what he said himself, if he meets that martial artist from the Qi family again, he will definitely die, and won't even have the chance to escape."

"Is it really that serious?"

The Chief Steward nodded. "I have already urged him to recuperate well and not worry about the aftermath. Heir, do you have other instructions?"

"None! It's just a pity. Such a good piece of jade, just exposed to the eyes of the world like this; this Heir feels a bit depressed."

"Chen Guanlou is also like this; it's fine if he doesn't show off his ability, but he even hides it from the people closest to him. His paranoia is too heavy."

"This Heir can understand his approach. He has no martial pulses, but he happens to have learned superior cultivation techniques; anyone would choose to hide it, and this is understandable."

"Is the Heir really not curious about where he learned the cultivation techniques? It's so strange. If it could be promoted, wouldn't everyone be able to practice martial arts, and ordinary people could also contend with martial artists."

"How is that possible! You think things too simply. He can learn profound martial arts, definitely not relying solely on cultivation techniques; there must be other reasons. However, this Heir promised him that I would not pursue this matter, and I will definitely keep my word."

"What a pity!" The Chief Steward said truthfully; he truly felt it was a pity. A cultivation technique that cannot be promoted and allows everyone to practice martial arts is definitely not a good cultivation technique.

"I don't know about the Qi family?" The Chief Steward asked again.

Chen Guanfu told him, "The Qi family doesn't know the thoughts of that martial artist either. But they have guaranteed that they will try their best to restrain him. According to the news I heard, that martial artist from the Qi family was led by Chen Guanlou to the Grandmaster Zhou Mobai's manor that night and was injured by Zhou Mobai; he needs to recuperate for at least half a year."

Hearing this, the Chief Steward felt relieved. "With half a year, it's enough." ===== CHAPTER 454 =====