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The head of the Wen family raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Elder Feng, seeing the same relief and ambition in the other's eyes.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the Wen family head turned the topic to specific preparations.

The elders all agreed.

Elder Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "There's one more thing. Regarding the auction invitations, the black market requires all guests with invitations to undergo their verification. If anyone of unknown origin sneaks in, the Wen family will bear the consequences."

The joy in the Wen family head's eyes faded slightly. "What do you mean? The black market wants to control the whole thing but doesn't want to take any risks?"

Elder Feng said helplessly, "After all, we are the ones who need their help. Actually, I think this is a good idea. With the black market people in charge, the risk should be much lower. Ordinary people shouldn't be able to infiltrate."

After some whispering among themselves, the group had no choice but to agree to the arrangement.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. A steward rushed in and whispered a few words in the ear of the Wen family head.

The head of the Wen family frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Wuqing brought two outsiders back to the manor? At this time?"

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling the steward to leave without saying anything more.

He was already overwhelmed with the auction, and he didn't have the energy to deal with other trivial matters.

Wen Wuqing is not a person without sense of propriety. He is prudent in his actions and would not act recklessly. Perhaps he was just bringing friends back as guests.

He doesn't need to be so paranoid.

The person next to him asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you saying Wuqing is back?"

The head of the Wen family sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Yes, he even brought two friends back as guests. At a time like this, he doesn't even know how to give me a break."

The elders nearby understood and started joking with laughter.

The Third Elder pointed at the Wen family head and laughed, "We don't like hearing that. Isn't Wuqing enough of a worry for you? Go out and ask around, who in Nanling doesn't envy you for having such a good son?"

"At such a young age, he has already achieved the Foundation Establishment stage, and he is steady and considerate in his dealings with others. Among the Wen family's generation, he is the most outstanding."

The people around chimed in, "My good-for-nothing son is still wasting his time in the Qi Refining stage, spending all his time with a bunch of scoundrels, fighting cocks and dogs, doing absolutely nothing productive. He's driving me crazy every day!"

The elders took turns criticizing the absurd deeds of their own nephews and nieces, and in the end they all sighed, "One should have a son like Wen Wuqing."

While the head of the Wen family said, "You flatter me, he is far from being good enough," a hint of pride was already showing in his eyes and brows.

This son has never disappointed him, and he usually spoils him a bit for it.

Meanwhile, Wen Wuqing had already led Lin Zhixu and Li Erniu into the reception room of the Wen residence.

He instructed the maid to pour the two of them some spirit tea produced by the Wen family, while he sat in the main seat, his smile gentle and his speech proper, displaying the demeanor of a young master from a noble family.

A short while later, a steward walked in quietly through the side door and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing this, Wen Wuqing's smile faded for a moment before returning to normal. He waved his hand, signaling the steward to leave.

He turned to the two men, his tone tinged with apology: "My father is currently in a discussion with several elders and is unable to attend to matters at the moment. I'm afraid I cannot introduce you two today. I am truly sorry."

Lin Zhixu had no interest in getting to know the Wen family head, so upon hearing this, he simply said it was alright, "We were the ones who were presumptuous in coming."

Wen Wuqing followed up the conversation and exchanged a few more pleasantries with the two of them, his gaze lingering on Lin Zhixu's face for a moment.

This face is exceptionally beautiful.

The candlelight cast a very faint shadow on Lin Zhixu's brow bone and bridge of his nose.

The curve of his eyebrows and eyes is between sharp and gentle. When he is not speaking, he always carries a sense of aloofness that keeps strangers at bay. But when he occasionally raises his eyes to talk to someone, his eyes are always calm and restrained, making people want to break the peace.

The age is just right.

Between adolescence and youth, his bone structure already has the handsome features of an adult, but there is still a trace of youthful immaturity in his eyes and brows.

A little more maturity would make him too rigid, a little more immaturity would make him too soft; his current appearance is exactly what he likes best.

Li Erniu's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent rose in his heart.

Of course he knew what Wen Wuqing was thinking.

It was a kind of composure that made one appear calm, but in reality, every glance betrayed a covetous greed.

"How disgusting," he thought.

Like a disgusting bloodsucker, clearly drooling with lust, yet still trying to appear respectable and proper while wearing the skin of a noble young master.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The teacup shattered into several pieces in Li Erniu's hands, and tea mixed with porcelain shards spilled onto the table through his fingers.

Wen Wuqing was lost in his own beautiful dream when the sudden commotion startled him back to reality. He quickly stood up and asked, "Brother Li, what happened? Someone, come quickly and see if Brother Li is injured?"

Li Erniu didn't try to smooth things over with his usual joking manner. Instead, he simply let go of the broken porcelain shards, casually tossing them onto the table, and looked up at Wen Wuqing.

His eyes were as cold as a deep pool in the twelfth lunar month, with a dangerous undercurrent lurking beneath the calm surface.

Wen Wuqing felt a chill run down her spine from that one look.

This was the first time I'd ever seen a hunter, usually so jovial, so intimidating when he turned cold, making me instinctively want to back away.

He subconsciously reviewed his words and actions from just now, but couldn't find anything that had offended him.

So who was he suddenly giving that cold shoulder to?

Lin Zhixu didn't know what was wrong with Yu Linzhou, but he still blocked Wen Wuqing's view.

"This is probably his first time visiting such a grand mansion, and he got a little excited and didn't control his strength. I noticed you seemed to have other things to attend to, so there's no need to go out of your way to entertain us."

Wen Wuqing did indeed have a few unresolved matters on his mind, and when Lin Zhixu brought them up, he readily accepted the situation.

He nodded, reverting to his gentle and considerate demeanor, and instructed the steward to prepare the guest rooms for the two of them before turning and leaving.

After he left, Li Erniu snorted coldly.

Lin Zhixu gave him a wink, telling him not to make a scene in front of so many servants at the Wen residence, and to wait until they got back to his room.

Li Erniu endured it.

As soon as they returned to the guest room and the door closed, Yu Linzhou couldn't contain his anger and burst out, "What a piece of trash! A dog full of lewd thoughts! Can't you tell what he was thinking every single moment his eyes lingered on you?"

His anger flared as he spoke, and he even dragged the Wen family into the fray, saying, "A family capable of raising such a scoundrel must be rotten to the core. If this were before, if they had displeased me, I would have blasted the Wen family to smithereens!"

"I'm not even angry yet, why are you so furious?"

Lin Zhixu found it somewhat amusing to see his exasperated expression.

This person has been running rampant on Qiyue Peak for so many years, when has he ever been so angry?

She was so angry she wanted to kill someone, but because she was worried about him, she could only stay in this guest room and curse at the air.

Lin Zhixu felt a pang of tenderness when he thought about how Yu Linzhou had suffered such a great injustice here because of him.

Yu Linzhou isn't actually that bad, he's just a bit too straightforward.

He only retaliated against others after they provoked him.

Thinking about it that way, he's already a very kind person.