Sheepadu
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Escort agencies were usually run by people with tough lives—who else would risk their life for a bit of silver? He was well-read, skilled in martial arts, and clearly had experience on the road. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense—only the young master of an escort agency would fit. Xie Zheng hesitated, then nodded. Fan Changyu finally understood. “So that’s why you keep saying you’ll leave once you’re healed.” She pushed the forty taels of silver back toward him. “You…-
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Fan Changyu felt like she was starting to sound a little too sentimental. She scratched her head and said, “Honestly, I was just talking. I didn’t really feel all that upset. At the end of the day, I still have to live my own life. He passed the exams and rose to success—that’s his business. What’s it got to do with me? As for those people who suck up to power and take a jab at me while they’re at it... saying a few nasty things won’t actually get them anything from the Song family. All…
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Now that those black-clad assassins who could strike at any moment were no longer a threat, Fan Changyu didn’t have to rush to sell off her belongings or flee Lin’an Town. She struck a long-term deal with Yixiang Tower, and after reopening the butcher shop, business actually improved thanks to the restaurant’s endorsement. The braised meat sold even better than before, even beginning to outshine the famed Wang family’s shop. The day before Lunar New Year's Eve, she was walking home from the shop…
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Her voice cut through the air like a winter storm, silencing Granny Kang in an instant. Granny Kang had thrown that basin of rice water in the morning, and when Fan Changyu said nothing, she assumed she’d be easy to bully. Now, being roared at so suddenly, she froze for a moment before screeching even louder. “Where’s the justice in this? Everyone, look! The Fan family thinks they can do whatever they want! My grandson’s hurt, and she’s acting like she’s the victim!” Up in the attic, Xie…
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The window lattice was half open. The sun hung in the sky like a pale shadow, casting down a few faint strands of golden light. Half of Xie Zheng’s face was lit by the sunlight, the other half hidden in shadow. His eyes were calm, undisturbed, like still water. Fan Changyu wanted to deny it, but when she met his gaze, she couldn’t open her mouth. She sat down on a low stool to the side, arms around her knees, her voice muffled. “The troubles in my family have dragged you in twice already. You owe…
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Fan Changyu visited the market at dawn, returning with an old hen to make broth for Yan Zheng. In the alleyway, she greeted familiar neighbors warmly as always. But today, they avoided her gaze, muttering half-hearted replies. A woman from the Song family’s circle glared openly, recoiling as if fleeing a flood or wild beasts. “That cursed star! Her uncle visited a few times, and she killed him. Now her live-in husband’s sickly too. Thank the heavens Sister Song checked their birth charts—if…
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Fan Changyu had already witnessed Xie Zheng kill someone in the pine forest, so it didn’t strike her as odd. She nodded and said, “My husband used to be an armed escort. He’s quite skilled.” Having grown up seeing few such escorts, she naturally assumed that anyone working in a security bureau must possess decent martial arts—after all, those men faced bandits willing to risk everything for a robbery. Her own father had been highly proficient in combat. So, hearing Xie Zheng claim he had worked…
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He seemed about to reply but hesitated, frowning in thought before speaking again. “I’ll station a few of my soldiers nearby in secret. Until we learn more, we won’t withdraw.” Fan Changyu finally felt reassured and proceeded to lavishly praise the high-ranking officer. Before leaving, he gave her a quick, somewhat complex glance. Once the soldiers were gone, she fetched water from the well at the end of the alley and cleaned away the blood in the courtyard and attic. Yet even then, a faint…
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Night had fallen, and the north wind rattled the worn shutters with a hollow creak. In weather like this, it was hard not to feel the urge to climb under the covers—especially when they were already heated through, giving off a warm, inviting allure. Fan Changyu drew her arms in, leaning against the bedpost with her eyes closed for a quick rest. All the while, she kept her ears tuned to the sounds downstairs. Once Aunt Zhao (Madam Zhao) and Carpenter Zhao turned in for the night, she slipped home to…
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Seeing that Fan Changyu was now safe, he gave up any intention of pursuing. Instead, he slipped five fingers under the jaw of the black-clad man he had subdued, forcing him to spit out the poison sac tucked behind his teeth. Pressing his blade down, he asked icily, “Wei Yan sent you to find what?” The black-clad man, realizing that Xie Zheng knew exactly where a Wei family death warrior would hide a poison sac, listened closely to his voice. Uncertain, he said, “Marquis?” The tip of the blade…
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