Nathan Ye's name had spread throughout the capital overnight. Yet, while many lay awake with excitement and admiration, Nathan slept soundly, undisturbed by fame or glory. To him, the possibility of death overshadowed all else, and without that looming, nothing could truly keep him awake.
After stretching and enjoying a leisurely breakfast, he lounged in his courtyard, feeling the gentle sway of his rocking chair and mentally mapping out his next "reckless" plan. As he pondered, he was interrupted repeatedly by visitors.
"Brother Ye, another invitation has arrived!" his elderly servant, Uncle Huang, announced, looking rather anxious.
Since Da Zhou, a steady stream of messengers and well-wishers had arrived at the gate, each carrying a letter or gift, all hoping to pay their respects to the new national hero. Uncle Huang, though bewildered by the sudden attention, dutifully piled up the letters at Nathan's side.
"Just toss them aside," Nathan waved dismissively. "I don't care to meet any of these people."
Uncle Huang hesitated, knowing many of the visitors were the sons of prominent officials, and avoiding them might be seen as discourteous. But Nathan remained unbothered, more interested in finding a quick path to an untimely end than mingling with society's elites.
Just then, a young, noble-looking man in a fine green robe approached the gate. The servant recognized him immediately, his heart skipping a beat.
"It's Young Master Liu, son of Prime Minister Duke Liu!"
Uncle Huang felt his legs go weak. The prime minister's son! He had never encountered such a high-ranking visitor before and, after a moment's panic, hurried back to Nathan.
"Who?" Nathan barely looked up.
"Prime Minister Liu's son," Uncle Huang whispered urgently.
Nathan sighed, exasperated. "I don't want to meet him."
However, before he could repeat his refusal, Sang Liu stepped into the courtyard with a confident smile.
"Brother Ye, an honor to finally meet you."
Caught off guard by his guest's bold entrance, Nathan frowned but quickly collected himself. Sang Liu wasn't the typical noble son, but a man with a natural charisma and a discerning gaze.
"It seems we share a bit of a predicament, Brother Ye." Sang Liu said, smiling as he took a seat across from Nathan. "You're at risk from the Yuhua Sect after yesterday's events."
Nathan's eyes lit up with interest. "Are you saying they'll kill me?"
Sang Liu raised a brow at Nathan's unusual reaction but nodded. "Yes, but fortunately, their attention is currently elsewhere due to their sect's anniversary celebrations. For now, you are safe."
Nathan's disappointment was palpable. "I see. So, the Yuhua Sect is busy. That's... unfortunate."
Sang Liu chuckled, mistaking Nathan's strange disappointment for fearless confidence. "Brother Ye, you are quite unlike any man I've ever met. However, the danger you're in is real."
Leaning forward, he continued, "The capital is full of powerful people, some you'd do well not to cross."
Finally, hearing something useful, Nathan's interest piqued. "Oh? Who might they be?"
"If you're truly interested," Sang Liu replied, "allow me to take you somewhere."
Without hesitation, Nathan agreed, eager for any information that might guide him closer to a swift demise.
As they made their way into the bustling inner city, Nathan was impressed by the splendor and wealth on display. Their path led them to a tall, elegant building with ornate carvings adorning its facade: Chunfeng Pavilion.
"An... upscale establishment?" Nathan asked, noting the finely dressed attendants and the wealthy patrons mingling within.
"More than that." Sang Liu explained. "This place is famous not only for its beauty but for the talents and elegance of the women here. They are not ordinary courtesans; they are cultured and accomplished, known for their refined performances."
As they entered the pavilion, Sang Liu nodded to a servant, who immediately guided them to a private room.
Once seated, Nathan heard a sudden commotion from the main hall. Curious, he opened a window to see what was happening. There, surrounded by eager patrons, was a breathtaking woman moving with ethereal grace.
"That is Clara Xiao." Sang Liu said, his tone admiring. "She's not only a beauty but also a cultivator of considerable skill."
Nathan raised an eyebrow. This, he realized, was no coincidence.
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