The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

The next day.

The sun rises in the east.

Amidst the sounds of martial arts practice coming from the backyard of Shuiyun Pavilion, Wu Ziming diligently opened the gates of Shuiyun Pavilion.

But today, before he could even clean up, his manager called him aside.

Li Qingshan made no attempt to hide his intentions and asked directly.

"Wu Ziming, besides Wang Biao, has anyone else contacted you during this time?"

"Replying to the shopkeeper, I have only received a hint from the second young lady, who wants me to urge you to write the poem as soon as possible."

Li Qingshan nodded and then began to inquire about the distribution of power within the entire Marquis's mansion.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!

Then, while the two waited for the guests to arrive, Wu Ziming began to ramble on about everything he knew about the entire Changning Marquis's mansion.

You know what?

Wu Ziming spent his days mingling in the streets, and given his status as a servant of the Shuiyun Pavilion, he actually knew quite a few secrets.

He knew everything clearly, from the family backgrounds of the wives to the reasons why the young ladies were working so hard.

He knew everything about the many managers who were usually elusive and rarely seen.

Li Qingshan waved his hand, and after understanding the situation, told Wu Ziming to continue working.

He, on the other hand, was carefully processing this intelligence.

"No wonder the Second Miss arranged for me to come to Shuiyun Pavilion; it turns out there's a connection between the academies behind it."

Li Qingshan said thoughtfully.

It's important to know that in this world, one can cultivate more than just internal energy.

Whether it's the power of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, the righteous spirit of a scholar, or even the so-called power of the stars that lie high in the nine heavens, there are people who have ventured into it.

The eldest young lady cultivates a technique that absorbs the yang energy of others, while the second young lady cultivates what is known as righteous energy.

"Interesting. The world is getting more and more complicated. It's just a pity that I haven't seen any experts who have passed the True Qi Realm yet, so I can't distinguish the differences among them."

As Li Qingshan spoke, he returned to his room and began preparations.

He said that when he had the power, he would definitely kill Wang Biao.

He had waited all night to consolidate his cultivation, and now he was finding it unbearable to wait another day.

However, before that, he still needed to "buy" something at Shuiyun Pavilion to prepare.

As a former elite soldier, he naturally knew some assassination techniques.

As for buying it outside?

Isn't this just telling others that you're going to take action?

"This Shuiyun Pavilion is really good. As a large general store, the items inside are indeed quite good!"

Li Qingshan was picking and choosing while filled with emotion.

Qianqian offered advice from the side.

"Master, take a bottle of 'softening incense' with you. Just knock that guy down so he won't even have the strength to resist. Then he'll become our lamb."

"No, one bottle of 'Soft Bone Fragrance' isn't enough; at least three bottles are needed!"

The two seemed to have already arrived at the Marquis of Changning's residence and were about to kill Wang Biao.

However, just as Li Qingshan was preparing various assassination tools, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

Inside Shuiyun Pavilion.

A young master in a green robe, waving a flowered paper fan, strode into the Shuiyun Pavilion with several attendants.

The other person's eyes held a hint of disdain as they looked at their surroundings as if they were trash.

"What are these things? They're all beneath my notice. What a pity! Shuiyun Pavilion was once so glorious; how come it's now just a garbage dump?"

As he spoke, the young master waved his flowery paper fan and slowly sat down in the chair.

"Aren't you going to look at the tea? Are you blind as a bat?"

The lackey in the green robe next to him immediately scolded Wu Ziming.

"I'm blind, I'll serve you tea right away, young master."

Wu Ziming was a shrewd man. Seeing this, even though he didn't recognize the young master, he naturally understood that the other party's identity was extraordinary.

He agreed while quickly going to make tea.

But then, the young master waved his fan and said with a disdainful expression.

"Alright, how could your shop possibly have tea that suits my taste?"

"Go and call your manager over. I have a business deal to discuss with him."

As he spoke, the man closed his eyes to rest, as if saying those few words was a waste of his time.

"Young master, please wait a moment."

Seeing this, Wu Ziming didn't dare to delay and quickly ran to the backyard.

"Interesting. Is this person here to embarrass the Marquis of Changning's residence? Or is this person's identity so extraordinary that the Marquis of Changning's residence simply cannot afford to offend them?"

Li Qingshan, having changed his clothes, walked along, lost in thought.

At this moment, he strode with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, exuding an inexplicable aura of power, as if he were a martial artist who had practiced kung fu for a long time.

Yet he also exuded a terrifying aura, his handsome face radiating masculinity.

After walking several dozen steps, Li Qingshan saw the young man of extraordinary status.

"My name is Li Qingshan, and I am the manager of Shuiyun Pavilion. May I ask what you would like to buy, young master?"

Li Qingshan said with a smile, his words neither humble nor arrogant, as if he were talking about today's weather.

"How dare you! Are you blind? How dare you speak to the Ninth Prince... the Ninth Young Master like that!"

The servant, like a hedgehog with its feathers bristling, immediately rebuked him.

The remaining men glared angrily at Li Qingshan, as if they had seen a traitorous minister and wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Alright, Li Qingshan, is that right? The business I'm here to discuss with you today is very simple."

"Three thousand taels of silver, get me fifty reams of joss paper for the dead. I'll come to collect it in three days!"

As he spoke, the so-called Ninth Young Master casually pulled out a silver note from his sleeve, which was embroidered with cloud patterns, and tossed it onto the table beside him.

Li Qingshan's eyes flickered, and he immediately recognized that the silver note was indeed worth three thousand taels.

"Dahua joss paper?"

Li Qingshan had never heard of this paper before, let alone knew its value.

Wu Ziming, who was standing to the side, also frowned. He had never heard of any paper being called joss paper before.

Seeing this, a servant standing nearby explained with a disdainful expression.

"Ha, this Shuiyun Pavilion is going downhill, they've never even heard of Dahua Mingzhi (a type of paper money for the dead)."

This item is a treasure of the third rank, used to commemorate the deceased, and cannot be used by anyone other than high-ranking officials and nobles.

Several years ago, this Shuiyun Pavilion still sold them, but now it seems that they are probably not available...

Li Qingshan listened intently, as if he were discussing something extraordinary.

But the next moment, the Ninth Young Master waved his hand slightly, as if fiddling with something he disliked, and said with a frown.

"Too talkative."

next moment.

The servant who spoke didn't even have a chance to refute before being lifted up by the other servants beside him and slapped in the face.

"Alright, I'll leave the money here. I'll come back to pick up the goods in two days."

The Ninth Prince didn't say much. He stood up and waved his cloud-patterned sleeves, as if he were washing away the filth from his body.

He then left Shuiyun Pavilion with the servant whose face was swollen and red, along with the other servants.