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Three days later.

By the time the city walls of Kaifeng came into view at the edge of the horizon, the sun was already setting.

Wu Feng slowed his pace and glanced back.

Mu Wanqing rode a black horse, with Azi sitting behind her, her arms around Mu Wanqing's waist. Azi's face showed the weariness of traveling, but her eyes still couldn't help but look ahead.

"We're almost there," Wu Feng said, turning around and continuing to walk.

The number of people on the official road gradually increased, including porters carrying loads, merchants driving carts, and several women riding donkeys.

The closer you get to the city gate, the more people there are.

Two rows of guards stood at the city gate, holding long spears in their hands, their eyes scanning the passersby.

Wu Feng pressed down the brim of his hat and walked straight in.

Mu Wanqing followed behind on horseback, the horse's hooves making a crisp sound as they trod on the stone slabs of the city gate.

Upon entering the city, the scene before me suddenly became lively.

The streets were more than twice as wide as those in Dali City, with shops lining both sides, signs next to signs, some with cloth banners and others with carved wooden plaques.

There were vendors selling cloth, grain, medicine, and food—everything imaginable.

Pedestrians thronged the streets, including scholars in long gowns, laborers in short jackets, and a few well-dressed young men waving fans as they passed by.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and cart wheels rolling over the stone slabs mingled together, creating a buzzing noise that hurt one's ears.

Ah Zi's mouth was agape, and she couldn't take it all in with her eyes open.

She grew up in a remote place like Xingxiuhai, and later went to Dali with Wu Feng, where she found the city to be lively.

Compared to Kaifeng Prefecture, Dali City was like the countryside.

"So many people..." she muttered softly, her hand unconsciously gripping the hem of Mu Wanqing's clothes.

Mu Wanqing didn't speak, but her eyes were looking around.

Her face was covered by a veil, obscuring her expression, but the surprise in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She had lived in the deep mountains with her master since she was a child, and had never seen anything like this before.

There were so many people on the street that the porters almost bumped into the horses' legs as they squeezed past.

The black horse snorted and dodged to the side.

Several children chased after her, laughing and playing, and crawled under the horse's belly, which almost made Ah Zi scream.

The two instinctively moved closer to Wu Feng.

Mu Wanqing pulled on the reins, making the black horse follow closely behind Wu Feng, while A Zi clung tightly to her waist, her eyes fixed on Wu Feng's back, afraid of losing him.

Wu Feng walked slowly, his hands behind his back, his pace leisurely, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The crowd around him would automatically part when they got close to him, whether by coincidence or something else, no one knew.

After holding back for a while, Azi finally couldn't help herself.

She leaned forward, close to Wu Feng's ear, and asked softly, with a hint of caution, "Young Master, where are we going?"

Wu Feng glanced at her sideways, then at Mu Wanqing.

Both of them stared at him, their eyes filled with curiosity and a little unease.

"Just follow along," he said calmly, without offering any further explanation.

Azi opened her mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to, and could only obediently nod and swallow her words.

Mu Wanqing didn't say anything, but gently pulled on the reins to make the black horse follow closer.

The three of them walked through one street after another.

After walking for about 15 minutes, the surrounding scenery changed. There were fewer shops and more grand and imposing houses.

Rows of blue brick walls extend from the street, topped with blue tiles, and the eaves of the tiles are carved with animal heads.

Every few feet there was a locust tree, its trunk so thick that one person could not wrap their arms around it, its branches and leaves so dense that they cast large patches of shade on the street.

There were far fewer pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a few servants in blue robes would hurry by, not giving them much of a look, and leaving quickly with their heads down.

Wu Feng stopped in front of a mansion.

Azi and Mu Wanqing looked up and were both stunned for a moment.

The vermilion gate was over ten feet tall, with rows of neat copper nails nailed into its panels.

Above the gate hangs a plaque with three large characters in gold on a black background: Champion's Mansion.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with strokes deeply embedded in the wood, filled with gold powder, and gleaming in the sunlight.

Azi and Mu Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Wu Feng ignored their stares, walked straight up the steps, and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

Soon, footsteps could be heard coming from inside the door.

The door opened a crack, and half a head peeked out; it was Steward Wang.

He glanced outside, recognized Wu Feng, his eyes widened instantly, and he quickly opened the door completely.

"General!" Steward Wang hurried out to greet him, bowing deeply and speaking with utmost respect, "You're back!"

Several servants followed behind him, and upon seeing that it was Wu Feng, they all bowed and paid their respects.

Wu Feng nodded and hummed in agreement.

He turned to look at Mu Wanqing, pointed to the black horse, and said, "Have someone take the horse to the stable and feed it top-quality fodder."

Steward Wang quickly replied, "Yes, General!" He then turned and called to his servants, "Quickly, take the horses to the stables in the backyard, and be careful!"

Two servants trotted over. Mu Wanqing dismounted and handed the reins to the servants.

The servant took the reins and led the horse toward the side gate. The black horse flicked its tail and obediently followed.

Wu Feng lifted his foot and walked into the mansion.

Mu Wanqing and Azi followed behind, their faces still showing lingering surprise.

Azi couldn't help but whisper, "Young master... is he the Great General?"

Mu Wanqing didn't reply, but the surprise in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She originally thought Wu Feng was just a highly skilled wandering martial artist, at most a disciple of some sect.

Unexpectedly, he was actually a general of the Song Dynasty.

This identity was far more significant than she had imagined.

Upon entering the gate, there is a path paved with blue bricks, lined with flowers and plants on both sides, all neatly arranged.

After passing through a moon gate, a spacious courtyard suddenly opened up before me.

There is an artificial hill and a pond in the courtyard, where several red carp are swimming slowly.

As Wu Feng walked, he asked, "Where are Wu Xingyun and the others?"

Steward Wang followed behind and hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the General, both ladies are in the backyard. Lady Wu is sitting in the pavilion, and Lady Li is practicing her martial arts in the open space."

Wu Feng nodded and asked, "Have someone prepare a table of food and wine and send it to the backyard. Make it lavish, and prepare several main dishes."

Manager Wang bowed and replied, "Yes, I will arrange it right away." After saying that, he turned around and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

Mu Wanqing followed behind Wu Feng, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

The voice was soft, tinged with a hint of caution: "Young master, do you have a wife?"

After asking the question, she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

His fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, until his knuckles turned slightly white.

Wu Feng turned around and glanced at her.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head, so her expression was not visible, but her ears were a little red.

He glanced at Azi again. Azi also lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes tightly.

Wu Feng's lips twitched slightly, his tone indifferent: "They are. You are too. From now on, just have the servants call you Madam."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

She immediately realized the meaning of those words, and her cheeks instantly burned.

A blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, then down her neck, all the way to her collar.

Azi blushed, lowered her head, and dared not look at him.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, and she tried desperately to suppress it.