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A noble that Shen Hang Zhi seduced had fallen for him so much that he completely lost his mind, to the point that he even went and captured the few men he had mentioned before for him.

After humouring the fool until he left in high spirits, the youth who was originally kindly smiling turned frosty. Seeing those few people fixed on him, he asked, “What? Don’t remember me?”

“Shen Family, Shen Hang Zhi.”

The few people looked at each other, how could they remember the bad things they had done before? Some people would be like this- after doing a bad deed, they would choose to forget it with an easy conscience, and continue on their own peaceful lives. As for those victims, they would forever be forgotten in the past.

Seeing as how these people could not remember, Shen Hang Zhi unwillingly brought up the humiliation his mother faced once again. He had only let someone tie these people up to a post, filled them with drugs and stuffed their mouths, and then sent those onlookers away.

When he saw these people’s eyes gradually dim due to the drugs, the impatience on their faces, and the gradually rising root of evil, Shen Hang Zhi laughed, then directly cut off that person’s seed in a single moment without blinking an eye. The one looking on the side had wakened up a little bit- when they pleaded to him with their eyes, his heart strangely had felt a rising wave of joy.

He wondered if his mother was just like this at that time, begging strenuously for them to let her go. But what have these people done? After humiliating her, they had even noisily paraded around with their feat after some alcohol, and gave his mother the title of a ‘slut’ after she had been buried.

How dare they do this?

When the Shen family was wealthy, they would not even push them around. Don’t even mention not looking up to poor people, his mother would even go out around doing charitable work; but these people? What did they repay them with?

Drop stones on those who had fallen into a well, and pour oil into flames[1].

After Shen Hang Zhi had chopped off their third legs for them, he brought the bloody knife up and patted it on their faces. He smiled as he let someone bring the hound in, and let the dog eat up the dirty objects on the floor cleanly in front of their faces, only to leave behind bloodstains.

As Shen Hang Zhi happily laughed, he had never felt this joyful before. He called in someone to have these trash who had become eunuchs to be thrown back to each of their homes, and proceeded to go back to his own little residence by himself.

Within the ten years time, Shen Hang Zhi had brought down countless people. Using his face that moved people and techniques that seduced others, he had become worthy of being Southern Wind Mansion’s number one in a single leap. The people inside had hated him so, and would say that his heart was full of malice, who did not give others a way to live; the people outside however loved that face of his very much, and even go as far as tossing him a thousand golds for a single smile, and begged him in hopes that he’d smile at the other party.

His methods were plenty fierce, and had enough ambition- that was why the Little Father would turn a blind eye to some of his actions.

But how could this be enough? There would come a day where he would become old and obsolete. Like a wilted flower, he would thrown away without care by someone, to be rolled into dust.

There was a legend that if a fox demon gave someone their own internal pill[2] willingly from their own heart, that person would maintain their youth forever and live long without aging ever again.

As he touched the reflection of his own blurry face in the mirror, Shen Hang Zhi had very much wanted to find the rumoured fox demon. The best being that the other party would be seduced enough for them to give him their internal pill, and allow him to hang on to his current beauty, unlike his mother that was the most beautiful while alive, but had turned into that kind of ugliness after death.

When looking in the direction of the servants cleaning up the room filled with blood, the bone engraver’s little disciple hid behind his master feeling unwell. The Little Father of the Southern Wind Mansion touched upon his own jade accessory, and let out a long sigh, “His brutality is too heavy.”

He didn’t know how he raised him all these years. Shen Hang Zhi this little wolfling became more and more sinister. He would use things that the Southern Wind Mansion never taught as though a fish in water, ferocious to the point people would call it scary. When he originally took him in, it was just nothing but pity- and by coincidence, he had a good skin and enough ambition; but looking at the person now, he did not know if it was fortune or a disaster.

As the hand lightly patted the little disciple’s shoulder, the bone engraver looked on that scenery without changing expression, and indifferently said, “Let him be. With you around, he won’t be able to affect too much at the Southern Wind Mansion anyway.”

The world only considered the cause and effect, nor did onlookers have a right to judge whether the actions Shen Hang Zhi took were right or wrong.

After a very long sigh, the Little Father still could not release the grief from his brows, but when he looked at the bone engraver, he plastered up a big smile, and with a little bit of concealed joy and nervousness, “There is a Flower Lantern festival outside today, would you like to go with me to take a look?”

“It’s fine, you still have the Southern Wind Mansion to……”

“It’s not a problem!” Before the other party finished, the Little Father quickly interrupted the bone engraver’s next words. When he the other party’s pair of calm eyes look at himself, without any puzzlement, he who already worked as a prostitute for many years had felt a bit embarrassed, “The entire Southern Wind Mansion is especially taking a day off for today, so it would not be a problem if I was not present.”

When he heard that there would be something rare activity, in the end, the little disciple who was still a child grabbed onto the bone engraver’s sleeve, and looked to him anxiously, “Master, let’s go see it.”

In the last world, he had never gone out to see this so-called flower lantern.

With the little disciple’s pleading, after a deep groan, the bone engraver in the very end nodded his head in agreement. When he heard the answer he wanted, the Little Father could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At that time, the Little Father of the Southern Wind Mansion was still a clean person[3], with looks that could not be said to be the best-looking. Because he had stayed in the whorehouse since he was small, and later on, was sold into the Mansion by his prostitute mother, when he smiled, it would often bring about the style of a prostitute. Even if he played the qin[4] well, he would still be laughed at by others that he was like a whore trying to build a monument for his chastity[5] .

He was unwilling to be stuck inside the Southern Wind Mansion for a lifetime. So what if he was as other people said to be holier-than-thou[6]? Before when he had taken in Shen Hang Zhi, was it not because he had saw his past self in the eyes of the dirty little kid?

And after that, he had met the bone engraver Chang Ge. On that day, this person was just like a god who mistakenly entered the mortal realm, after listening to his piece, decided to stay, and afterwords would ask for him at a set time every day, and listen to him play various songs.

He admired Chang Ge. To be able to see him, the little clean prostitute who had always desired to leave this place in the end had ended up stuck here for a lifetime. But this time, he was willing. However, he was aware of his own identity. How could the dust on the earth even hope to be like the bright moon in the sky? As long as he could be by his side, to play a few songs for him would only be permitted.

Along with the flow of time, he continued to age. No matter how he took good care of the corner of his eyes, it would still be dyed in wind and frost[6] . But Change Ge was as he once was, and had never turned old.

Shen Hang Zhi looked on at the Little Father who dressed himself finely today, and merrily approached him, “Little Father, are you going out with Mister to the Flower Lantern festival today?”

Other than the Little Father and Shen Hang Zhi, nobody else in the mansion knew of the bone engraver’s identity, nor his name, hence everyone would call him Mister.

“You talk too much.” The Little Father slanted his eyes toward him, but the tip of his brows could not hide his excitement, “The Mansion is taking a break today. You should go out a bit more. These past few days you haven’t had much peace- you should go and ease up a bit.”

Hearing such words, the expression on Shen Hang Zhi had sunken a bit, looking at the still smiling and dressing up Little Father, the hand hidden in his sleeve could not help but gather into a fist.

Was this considered knocking down himself?

The anger could not help but seep out from his eyes. Shen Hang Zhi bit down his teeth, but in the end had changed back into the normal smiling face, limpid and clean, charming and moving people, “It is as Little Father suggests- Hang Zhi will go see the flower lanterns in a bit.”

[1] Expressions that simply mean- Add insult to injury, or take advantage of someone when they are down.

[2] Those who read cultivation novels may be familiar with the concept- an internal pill is something akin to “medicine” that is cultivated within the human body using mental strength as the source, as an accumulation of one’s cultivation/power in the shape of a pill. May be translated as Neidan or internal dan by others.

[3] A ‘clean’ one would be a courtesan who only sells their craft, and not their body.

[4] An old instrument of the ancient times, to be plucked. https://pic3.zhimg.com/50/v2-d20d3f323b1fbd934543c4e33d6288d2_hd.jpg

[5] An expression where a person would do bad deeds but want others to see him as a good person. May be better to take this more literally seeing how he was a prostitute at one point.

[6] An expression- to act as though one is morally better than others.

[7] Hardships of one’s life.

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