People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

"Does the leader suspect that Mr. Cao Ze has been manipulated by Tian Mi?"

Tian Guang nodded slightly, "That's right. Since Cao Ze debuted, apart from that Snow Maiden, I have never heard of him being involved with any other women."

Situ Wanli laughed and said, "Why does the chivalrous leader have doubts about these things? Just like Brother Zhu, everyone has a thousand faces. This Mr. Cao Ze looks like a romantic figure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to write 'Snow Maiden Song' and 'Three Thousand Worlds'."

"Makes sense."

Tian Guang didn't understand these abstract concepts, but Situ Wanli was right about one thing: everyone is different. He had never had any in-depth contact with Cao Ze, so who knew what kind of person he really was?

If Cao Ze really has a thing for beautiful women, he wouldn't mind letting Tian Mi continue. As long as Cao Ze can join the farm family, it's all worth it.

A young man dressed in a blue short robe, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, walked excitedly into the White Tiger Hall, carrying several branches of plum blossoms in full bloom.

Situ Wanli coughed lightly and said, "Zhu Zhong, what's with all the rushing around?"

He was quite concerned about the adopted son that the Zhu family elder brother had just taken in.

Zhu Zhong hurriedly bowed and said, "Chief of the Knights, Master Situ."

Tian Guang gave a faint "hmm" and continued to ponder the matter of Changping Jun and Cao Ze.

Situ Wanli smiled faintly and said, "Why pick these plum blossoms in the dead of winter?"

Zhu Zhong puffed out his chest and said with great pride, "A fine sword is forged through tempering, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."

He would never say it was because Tian Mi liked plum blossoms, as that would make him seem immature in front of the leader of the Xia Kui Hall.

He got up early today to pick out some of the most beautiful plum blossoms in Handan, intending to give Tian Mi a surprise.

Situ Wanli smiled and said, "You've taken Mr. Cao Ze's wise words to heart. You should learn more from Mr. Cao Ze in the future."

Zhu Zhong humbly replied, "Understood, I will certainly take Mr. Cao Ze as my role model."

He looked around but didn't see Tian Mi anywhere, which puzzled him.

These past few days, he's seen Tian Mi sitting inside the hall every day, saying she likes to enjoy the snow scene outside.

However, he had a vague feeling that Tian Mi was waiting for someone.

Zhu Zhong hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle Wanli, where is Tian Mi?"

Situ Wanli said, "She is receiving a distinguished guest on the second floor."

Zhu Zhongwei was slightly taken aback and asked, "Who are you seeing?"

Situ Wanli said in a somewhat subtle tone, "Mr. Cao Ze."

He interacts with people frequently, and it's clear that Zhu Zhong has feelings for Tian Mi.

It's also clear that Tian Mi is just being perfunctory with Zhu Zhong and has no intention of being together at all.

If Zhu Zhong continues like this, he is very likely to be completely manipulated by Tian Mi.

He hesitated for a moment, then didn't say much more to Zhu Zhong.

Firstly, the leader of the chivalrous sect is here; secondly, it's good that Zhu Zhong has suffered a setback, and it will also allow him to do someone a favor.

Zhu Zhong vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

He forced a smile and asked, "How much longer?"

Situ Wanli shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe it will take an incense stick to burn, maybe an hour, it's all possible."

Zhu Zhong's face, frozen by the cold wind, was now faintly bluish.

Seeing that the leader was deep in thought, he dared not ask any more questions.

He left in silence and entered the White Tiger Hall.

He paused briefly, then turned and went upstairs.

Situ Wanli rubbed the dice in his hand, and in order not to let Zhu Zhong ruin things, he slowly got up and followed.

In the elegant room on the second floor.

The field honey that chose mugwort was lit by Cao Ze with a tinderbox countless times.

Tian Mi was lying on the tea table, her long, shapely legs half-crossed.

The pinkish-purple robe was no longer on her body and could no longer help conceal her beautiful figure.

Her big eyes were a little red.

Looking closer, there are small, indescribable patches of material on the surface.

Cao Ze was a little embarrassed.

My aim was off by a little bit, and I accidentally spilled some water on Tian Mi's eyes.

I don't know if it will affect my eyesight.

Never mind, it's not important.

Cao Ze continued happily rummaging through the honey pot.

Zhu Zhong's legs felt as if they were bound with a thousand pounds of iron, making each step extremely heavy.

The closer they got to the elegant room where guests were to be received, the more familiar yet indescribable that voice became, and the more ashen Zhu Zhong's face turned and the more gloomy his demeanor became.

As Zhu Zhong reached the door of the elegant room, the thought that his beloved goddess might be being treated like a dog by someone inside filled him with inexplicable anger.

"Zhu Zhong".

Situ Wanli stopped seven steps away and said, "Be rational."

Zhu Zhong's anger slowly subsided as Tian Mi sang unabashedly and as Situ Wanli offered his advice, and the plum blossom in his hand slowly fell to the ground.

He looked at Situ Wanli, somewhat confused, and asked, "Uncle Wanli, why is that?"

Situ Wanli sighed softly, "Why bother? Tian Mi never chose you; it was just your wishful thinking."

He paused, then added, "Besides, anyone can see that she's a vain and materialistic woman. What can you offer her now?"

Zhu Zhong clenched his fists, his eyes reddened, and he growled in a low voice, "My godfather is the head of the Shennong Hall, isn't that enough for her?"

He never imagined that the first woman he liked would be like this.

She was indifferent to him, but she would throw herself into the arms of other men, even men she had only met a few times.

It was about to completely destroy his long-standing psychological defenses.

Situ Wanli remained silent.

Even if Zhu Zhong were the Zhu family's biological son, it wouldn't make much difference, let alone if he were merely an adopted son.

Farmers have their own set of rules.

From the leader of a knight-errant to the head of a hall, there is no such thing as the son succeeding the father.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the Tomb of the Six Sages and the Flame Emperor's Secret.

Situ Wanli tried to divert Zhu Zhong's attention, saying, "Zhu Zhong, have you heard a saying circulating in Handan recently?"

"What?"

"The willow catkins on the branches are blown away and few remain; there are fragrant grasses everywhere under the sky. Zhu Zhong, take it easy."

Zhu Zhong was on the verge of collapse, his eyes filled with tears as he said, "Uncle Wanli, I... I'm not reconciled!"

He believes that since becoming a disciple of the Farmers, he has been diligent and ambitious.

I never thought of taking any crooked or unethical paths.

Some say he has a cunning look on his face, with a sly expression in his eyes.

But these are all genetics, and he also wants to have a handsome and upright face.

He refused to accept others judging him by his appearance and continued to work hard in a down-to-earth manner.

That's why the head of the Zhu family adopted him as his godson.

Otherwise, given the Zhu family's ability to judge character, they would never have adopted a cunning-looking person as their godson.

Situ Wanli was about to take Zhu Zhong away to avoid disturbing the people in the elegant room.

Unexpectedly, the door to the private room had already been opened.

Cao Ze helped Tian Mi, whose legs were a little sore, out of the house.

He noticed it when Zhu Zhong and Situ Wanli were outside.

Then Tian Mi suffered even more, almost getting hit and killed by him.

Tian Mi was furious.

No one would be in a good mood the first time they are subjected to violent exploitation.

She didn't dare to act wildly towards Cao Ze.

But naturally, there's no kind of attitude towards sycophants.

"Zhu Zhong, what do you mean by throwing the plum blossoms at the door?"

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Chapter 160 Simps Never Get a Good Death

Cao Ze glanced at the plum blossoms on the ground.

Because of the few words he said at the Hundred Schools Society meeting, plum blossoms have become extremely popular in Handan.

Anyone who has even a slight desire to appear cultured will plant some plum blossoms, proclaiming themselves as someone who embodies the saying, "A sword's sharpness comes from honing, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."

Zhu Zhong's originally pale face turned ashen.

When he saw Tian Miyu's rosy cheeks, her alluring eyes, and her bossy attitude towards him as before, his anger, which had been gradually subsiding, surged up again.

"You shameless woman!"

Tian Mi looked bewildered and snapped, "Who are you calling names!"

Situ Wanli quickly stepped forward, pulled Zhu Zhong aside, cupped his hands and smiled, "Mr. Cao Ze, are you done with your work?"

Cao Ze felt that Situ Wanli at this moment was a bit like a pimp.

"I'm very satisfied with Tian Mi now that I'm done with my work."