The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 89 is nothing more than a dilapidated temple with clay idols and a shabby wild path.
This made Governor Pei extremely happy.

Including him, more than half of Qingzhou's power is here, plus the Taoist priest.

How could Anqing Wang possibly overturn the world?

Overjoyed, he immediately went to greet the crowd who had risen to welcome him.

For a time, both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

However, everyone's eyes were drawn, intentionally or unintentionally, towards the back door.

Especially the five families: Fang, Cui, Xing, Feng, and Zhang.

The invitations they received tonight weren't just from the Han family.

But the reason they came here, besides the fact that the Han family was the most powerful clan in Qingzhou, was also because they had heard about Qing County to some extent.

Now, naturally, we are eagerly awaiting the real deal.

But at the back gate of the Han family.

The eldest son of the first branch, the eldest son of the second branch, and several other sons of the Han family had already been waiting here for a long time.

In fact, Han Cheng and the others had considered coming on their own, but since there were other guests inside, they only arranged for their eldest sons to come and wait for Du Yuan's arrival.

Han Cheng's son looked around and frowned, saying:
"Where is Han Kai?"

Han Kai was Han Song's grandson, the unlucky guy who went out through the secret passage in the north of the city to find the temple that day.

The second son of the Qian family frowned and pondered for a moment before saying:
"I don't know, I haven't seen him since this afternoon."

"Nonsense! It's almost midnight, why hasn't he arrived yet! Quickly send someone to look for him!"

Another young master of the Han family suddenly said:
"I remember that later he said he was going to see Magistrate Zhang."

"The magistrate of Yidu County? With such a big event tonight, why would he go to see a mere county magistrate? Does he think that a county magistrate from a subordinate county can enter the gates of my Han family tonight?!"

Normally speaking, let alone a county attached to the capital, even a county magistrate from a superior county wouldn't be able to enter the Han family unless they came from a prominent family.

Especially at a time like tonight?

The other party hurriedly shook their head and said:
"Brother, it's too late to say this now. It's almost midnight. Let's wait for the Taoist priest first!"

The eldest son of the main branch suddenly flicked his sleeve and said:

"This idiot is infuriating!"
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On the main street in front of the Han family's main gate, the vanished Han Kai was sitting in a carriage with Magistrate Zhang, a smile on his face.

"Lord Zhang, my Han family is fortunate to have your assistance; I imagine my grandfather will also be grateful!"

Magistrate Zhang was overjoyed, but on the surface he quickly waved his hand and said:
"Oh, sir, you flatter me. I was merely fortunate to have your family's good fortune; otherwise, how could I have invited such a distinguished person?"

As they spoke, they both looked towards the curtain behind them.

A graceful figure holding a pipa can be vaguely seen inside.

Magistrate Zhang's surname is Zhang, but he is not from the Zhang clan of Qiantang; he just happens to have the surname Zhang.

He came from a humble background. The fact that he was able to become a county magistrate was entirely due to the emperor's need to use people from poor families to counter the monopoly of officialdom by powerful clans.

So as soon as he arrived in Qingzhou, he displayed his unique skill—forgetting his roots!
He immediately joined the Han family, specifically following Han Song's lineage.

Originally, he thought that as a county magistrate in a sub-county, he would never have a chance to rise in the ranks.

So he spent every day sighing and lamenting in the county government office.

Unexpectedly, by a stroke of luck, he encountered a peerless master while fishing in the wild outside the city!
The other party not only did not blame him for his frivolous behavior, but was even willing to give him pointers.

So he immediately invited him into the yamen.

A grand banquet was held to celebrate this, inviting many yamen runners and officials.

For some reason, the city gatekeeper offended the noblewoman Han that very night.

Fortunately, Lord Han was magnanimous and did not hold it against them, thus preventing his banquet from being ruined.

Now, following the advice of a wise man, he invited Young Master Han Kai. The wise man's intention was for her to go to the Han family to secure her a prestigious position and achieve great things.

Han Kai reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the graceful figure behind the curtain.

As a son of the Han family, he had seen countless beauties.

But after meeting this master today, he realized that what he had seen before was nothing more than a group of ordinary women!
Even though he knew the gap, he could only observe and think about it.

But as he thought about it, he remembered what he had seen at the temple that day, and the suffocating feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai.

Therefore, even though I had asked this many times before.

He couldn't help but ask:

“Magistrate Zhang, the Taoist priest and the mountain god are truly capable. Don’t you think tonight is a bit unlucky for us?”

Upon hearing this, the voice inside immediately laughed:

"Young Master Han."

The voice had a captivating charm that could seep into your very soul.

So the moment he opened his mouth, the two grown men couldn't help but tremble.

"Miss Hu! I'm here!"

A captivating voice, accompanied by the sounds of a pipa, emanated from within:

"Heh, a fat, dull-witted clay idol guarding a dilapidated, drafty temple, and a ragged, destitute hermit."

The person inside casually glided their fingers across the strings, producing a series of light, flirtatious notes. Before the two men could fully lose themselves in the music, it abruptly stopped, and the seductive quality in the voice vanished instantly.

"With this kind of trash, you dare to presume to consider the weight of my establishment?!"

The sarcastic and cold tone immediately frightened the two men outside, who quickly lowered their heads.

Han Kai, in particular, repeatedly said:
"Miss Hu is right, Miss Hu is right!"

That's right, that's right. How can a clay idol guarding a dilapidated temple and a Taoist priest without even a Taoist robe compare to a celestial being like Miss Hu?
Han Kai remembered what he looked like when he first met Miss Hu.

The other party was not only incredibly beautiful, like a fairy from heaven, but also capable of using the pipa in her hand in many wonderful ways!

Putting everything else aside, the moment they met, Miss Hu used her pipa to slice off half of a stone lion from a distance!

How could a minor mountain god, who needs incense offerings to kill a large wolf, compare to this?

My elders in the Han family have never seen a real mountain, so much so that they are so frightened by just a few mounds that they immediately bow down in worship!

'Oh, it has to be me again!'

Thinking that he had invited Miss Hu and that he would publicly humiliate the scoundrel and the clay puppet tonight, he thought that the Han family was trying to set things right.

He couldn't help but smile.

Upon reaching the gates of the mansion, he pushed aside the guards who were about to ask questions, and instead bowed and scraped before the carriage, saying:

"Miss Hu, all the elders of the Han family are waiting for you inside tonight!"

Only then did the woman behind the beaded curtain gracefully emerge, carrying her pipa.

Upon seeing her, everyone gasped in astonishment, for even in the dim light, the woman's alluring beauty was undeniable.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Han family.

The leopard, which had been lying at Han Tang's feet, struggling to eat the pig's trotters, suddenly stopped what it was doing. Instead, it sniffed the air a few times.

He immediately began to dry heave.

It smelled two odors wafting in from outside: one extremely faint, almost nonexistent, and the other extremely strong, pungent and foul.

(End of this chapter)