Chapter 801: Those Who Don't Follow the Rules

As Chen Wuji's identity changed, the attitudes of those around him also changed rapidly.

Even Chen Wuji's bedside companion lost her former casual bearing, and began to speak of rules in everything.

But Qin Feng, that dead dog, is still just as before.

His attitude is as he pleases, his speech unrestrained; indeed, the more something he says could hurt Chen Wuji, the more he likes to say it.

Although he calls him "my lord" with his mouth, Chen Wuji sees no trace of respect for his lord on this scoundrel's face.

"How many months?" Chen Wuji gave Qin Feng a dismissive glance.

Qin Feng plopped down beside him, saying, "Only just four months; you still have plenty of time to prepare a full-month gift for your future nephew."

"You sure think beautifully." Chen Wuji let out a light snort, turned to Gui Zhi and said, "Sister-in-law, three before, four after—now some things can be done. Remember to strike hard, give this scoundrel a good beating. For the sake of the child in your belly, he definitely won't dare do anything else; let you handle it."

Gui Zhi, too, is a seasoned veteran; hearing those words, she instantly understood, her face flushed bright red, and she hid behind Qin Feng.

"You are, after all, my lord—how could you give my wife such a terrible idea?" Qin Feng shouted immediately.

Chen Wuji flicked the large meat skewer in his hand, "Go stand aside—what did I say? I didn't say anything!"

Qin Feng: ……

"My lord is unreasonable—there's really nothing to be done about it!"

"Where am I being unreasonable? Don't pour dirty water on me for no reason, you scoundrel!" Chen Wuji shouted, "And you came empty-handed?"

"Exactly!" Qin Feng said confidently.

"As a subordinate, coming to see my lord and bringing him a surprise—what else could be needed? Absolutely not! If I brought something, it would be improper, smacking of bribery."

Chen Wuji shook his head with a soft tsk; he really didn't want to manage this scoundrel's dinner anymore.

Never mind the excess—he actually has a whole lot of reasoning.

Because of Qin Feng's joking, this dinner was plain yet happy.

Chen Wuji rarely gained a sense of ordinary mind.

There was a feeling of solidity, as if his feet were planted on the ground.

Actually he never had any airs, but as Lord of Nan Jun, even if he didn't put on airs, those around him still held him high, and every action strictly observed the line between superior and inferior.

Chen Wuji didn't like such days, but he also knew these things were unavoidable.

Henceforth he needed to adapt even more.

So while everyone sought change and thoroughly adapted to their new identities, Qin Feng's unchanging nature appeared all the more precious.

That night, Qin Feng and Gui Zhi did not leave; they stayed at Chen Wuji's home.

To care for the pregnant Gui Zhi, she took a room alone in the outer courtyard, with Shen Lu keeping her company.

Chen Wuji, Qin Feng, Chen Li, and Xu Zengyi then laid out bedding on the ground in the courtyard.

Under the vast star river, Chen Wuji rarely drank until late at night, also saying much idle talk.

Chen Li, as always, abstained from alcohol, merely standing silently as a companion.

Chen Wuji, Qin Feng, and Xu Zengyi drank and chatted, saying whatever came to mind.

They discussed ancient governance, ancient livelihood, gossiped about past emperors, and talked about palace secrets.

……

At dawn, after three rooster crows, Chen Wuji's biological clock, ingrained to the bone, kicked in.

He swiftly sat up and vigorously rubbed his cheeks.

Xu Zengyi and Chen Li had already risen; only Qin Feng was still there, snoring loudly.

This fellow's everyday attire is carefree, and his personality is indeed carefree.

No matter where he goes, he seems able to eat, sleep, and relax freely.

Chen Wuji didn't disturb him, got up, washed his face, and took his horizontal blade out of the inner courtyard.

Although his martial skill seems not to have made much progress, he has never stopped practicing the blade each day.

"Family Head, Master Kong returned this morning and is waiting outside the courtyard."

Chen Li walked over and spoke softly beside Chen Wuji.

Chen Wuji sheathed his blade, "Just let him in—why wait outside?"

"Yes!"

Not long after, Kong Jianshi entered with a middle-aged man about his age.

This man carried a sword wrapped in rags on his back and held a box in his hand.

Dressed in hemp clothing and short trousers, with a dark complexion and a square face, his simple demeanor made him look entirely like an old farmer.

That sword on his back not only failed to add any air of a swordsman, but rather made him seem out of place.

Looking at him, he hardly resembles a swordsman; he's more like a farmer who picked up a sword and slung it behind him to pose as a swordsman.

"Greetings, Young Shopkeeper!"

Kong Jianshi and this middle-aged man together bowed to Chen Wuji.

Then Kong Jianshi said, "Young Master, we have brought back Yu Ren's head."

"So fast?" Chen Wuji's gaze fell on that box, "Inside it?"

"Yes!"

"Open it!"

"Here!"

The middle-aged man placed the box on the ground, lifted the lid, and revealed a gruesome head.

Actually, he slept quite peacefully.

But whoever sees this will surely first think of the word "gruesome."

Chen Wuji had never seen Yu Ren, didn't know what he looked like, glanced briefly and then dismissed it; Kong Jianshi is unlikely to just grab any head and pass it off as Yu Ren's.

"Take care of this Head Trophy for now," Chen Wuji said.

This should be sent to the Emperor, and also let him vent a little spite.

Chen Wuji doesn't have many things he can do for the Emperor, but this sort of trivial task can be done more often.

"Let's see, Kong Jianshi probably hasn't reached Songzhou yet?" Chen Wuji asked.

"I just left Hezhou not far away when I received a message from Lao Liu saying he had already killed Yu Ren, so I first brought him to see the Young Shopkeeper." Kong Jianshi reported back, suddenly realizing he hadn't yet introduced Lao Liu's identity to Chen Wuji, and quickly said: "Young Shopkeeper, this is Elder Yuan Lao Liu of Hope Feather Mountain; at home he is called 'Sixth', and his parents simply named him Lao Liu."

Chen Wuji nodded slightly; using one's birth order as a name was common in this era.

Not to mention far away, there are many such people in Xishan Village.

"Where is Hope Feather Mountain?" Chen Wuji asked.

Yuan Lao Liu blinked, staring straight at Kong Jianshi, "You haven't told the Young Shopkeeper about this?"

Kong Jianshi's expression instantly turned a bit embarrassed, "I thought the Shopkeeper had said it before, so I never brought it up."

"Replying to the Young Shopkeeper, Hope Feather Mountain is not a real mountain but a power division within the Compassionate Aid Hall." Yuan Lao Liu said with clasped fists.

Inside the Compassionate Aid Hall there are the five divisions of Mountain Doctor Divination; we belong to the Mountain Division. The founding elder felt constantly calling it the Mountain Division sounded awkward, so on a whim he added a name, and Hope Feather Mountain is the name he came up with.