Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 11 Bao Mansion
In Shengjing City.

Huang Sixi led the horse and strolled along the long street, silently appreciating the local customs.

He found that there were shops lining both sides of the street, business was conducted in an orderly manner, and it seemed that the people were living and working in peace and contentment.

However, most of the people he met along the way looked evasive.

Especially when Bannermen appeared on the streets, fear would spread quietly, and neighbors who were chatting with each other would immediately retreat into the shops to avoid getting into trouble.

Huang Sixi quickly crossed the long street and came to the city market. He saw several Tartar nobles stringing together a group of boys using hemp ropes and negotiating the price carefully.

This behavior aroused the indignation of nearby merchants from the Central Plains.

One of the tall and thin young men was heard complaining in a low voice: "Liaodong is the land of etiquette and education of China, but now it is full of blood and stench. Brother, look at these Tartars, they are brutal and cruel to the people, but we can only watch helplessly and do nothing."

As the young man spoke, tears were about to flow. He seemed to be in pain over the chaos caused by foreign countries, which had occupied thousands of miles of Liaodong's land and harmed millions of Liaodong people.

Next to the tall and thin young man stood a middle-aged man with a mustache. When he saw Huang Sixi staring at him, he immediately warned the tall and thin young man: "Third Junior Brother, be careful with your words! You may cause trouble if you speak too much!"

After he said that, he grabbed a few bundles of mink furs he had just bought, threw them on the carriage, and drove quickly to the next stall.

With his other hand, he pulled the tall and thin young man's arm and said, "Go quickly, stop looking around! We are here to do business, not to be sentimental. What's wrong with you? I will never bring you out again next time!"

The tall and thin young man had also noticed Huang Sixi. He didn't want to attract attention, so he quickly wiped away his tears, lowered his head, and followed the carriage to move the goods.

He and the middle-aged man with a moustache spoke the Jiangnan dialect, which the Liao people in Shengjing city could not understand, let alone the Tartars.

But Huang Sixi heard it clearly. The teacher who possessed the boy was from Jiangnan and spoke a similar local dialect.

But he was just listening. At the moment, he was disguised as the young master of the Bao family and would not interact with any strangers.

He not only eavesdropped on the conversation between the tall and thin young man and the middle-aged man with a mustache.

There are many foreign merchants in the market, some from the Central Plains in the south, some from nomadic tribes in the west, and some from Korea in the east, with a variety of identities.

Huang Sixi even saw a group of lamas at the market, chattering about something.

He walked and looked, passing through the market and then heading towards Bao's mansion.

He had previously tortured Bao Jing into revealing the location of Bao's mansion, which was just to the east of the market. He found the door of Bao's mansion without much effort.

When he arrived at the gate, before he dismounted his horse, a servant came out to greet him, held the reins for him and flattered him.

He said nothing.

The servant immediately added, "Master, you didn't go out alone after lunch, why aren't Bao Zhen and Bao Cai waiting by your side?"

"This young master wants to know too!"

Huang Sixi dismounted and kicked the servant over. "It's just a trip to the mountains, but a living person can get lost. This young master has no one to serve him. You blind dogs, you are really eating for nothing! Get out of the way!"

Huang Sixi acted like a bad boy and walked towards the gate cursing.

After walking a few steps forward, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and pulled out a green bamboo stick from the saddle.

The servant had just stood up when he was knocked down by the stick again: "This stick is only good at hitting people without eyes! Hurry up and deliver this young master's package to the room. If you can't deliver it well, I'll break your dog legs!"

"Yes! Yes! As you command!"

The boy was almost crying.

Huang Sixi ignored him and went back in. There were already two stewards at the door. After hearing the scolding, they quickly hid aside and dared not come forward, for fear of offending the "young master".

They were very afraid of the "young master" and they did not dare to doubt Huang Sixi's fake identity at all.

Huang Sixi swaggered into the front yard and began to stroll leisurely, secretly admiring his own acting skills.

He was seen with his hands behind his back, playing with the green bamboo stick, while observing the servant delivering the package, and quickly determined where his bedroom was.

If he could not kill Bao Chengxian today, he would stay in Bao's house temporarily and wait for the opportunity to assassinate him. After walking for a while, he came to the corridor of the middle courtyard and saw a maid coming towards him with a purple clay pot.

When she arrived, the maid stopped for a moment, bent her legs and bowed to Huang Sixi, said "Hello, young master" in a mosquito-like voice, and then lowered her head and continued walking forward.

"stop!"

Huang Sixi held his bamboo stick across his chest, stopped her, and asked gloomily, "What are you cooking?"

“Ginseng soup!”

The maid was only in her teens and spoke timidly.

"Why are you leaving if you don't give the young master some soup? You have no manners!"

Huang Sixi opened the lid without hesitation, picked up the spoon on the tray and scooped into the casserole.

"Master, this is the soup I made for you. If you drink it, I will definitely be punished!"

The maidservant stamped her feet in anxiety, but did not dare to stop Huang Sixi from serving the soup.

"What are you afraid of being beaten with a stick? If you get beaten, the young master will treat you. It's no wonder that you're favored by the young master. You'll be so happy!" Huang Sixi lied.

The maid took it seriously and said, "Well, then, Master, drink it!"

Huang Sixi narrowed his eyes and glanced at her, thinking, it seems that every maid has the dream of becoming a young mistress. Even if the young master is full of evil, there will still be many maids rushing to become a mistress.

"What is the master doing now?"

"It seems like he is writing a memorial."

The memorial should have been written in the study.

Huang Sixi had something in mind.

He deliberately rinsed the spoon in the pot, then threw the spoon away and said impatiently:
"Go, go, go. I was hungry, but you grumbling has made me lose my appetite!"

"Master, don't bear to be hungry. After I bring the soup to the master, I will go to the kitchen to get you some snacks."

This maid is competent and considerate.

Huang Sixi waved at her, watched her walk towards the study, and followed slowly behind her.

When she came to the door of the study room with the tray, Huang Sixi shouted from afar: "Wait a moment!"

The maid didn't understand what he meant, but she obeyed him obediently and stood there not daring to move.

Huang Sixi walked up to her and took the tray from her: "I'll deliver it!"

The son brought ginseng soup to his father to show filial piety, so the maid naturally did not object, but she asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to eat the snack?"

"You're so long-winded!" Huang Sixi said angrily, "Go back to your kitchen. Don't let me see you for three days, or I'll beat you with a stick myself!"

"Slave... I'll go right away!" The maid ran away. She knew that the young master was moody, but she tried to get close to him on purpose. She was asking for trouble.

Huang Sixi cleared his throat and walked into the study with a tray.

He first walked over a screen and then entered the hall. There was a round archway on the left, and behind the door was Bao Chengxian's confidential room.

"How many times have I told you not to yell at the servants? When will you change your temper?" Bao Chengxian hunched over the desk, writing furiously and lecturing without even raising his head.

Huang Sixi smiled casually and did not respond. He put the tray next to the desk first.

Then he went around to the back of the desk and read the contents of Bao Chengxian's memorial.

(End of this chapter)