Chapter 1817 - 821: Quiet (Part 2)

Chapter 1817: Chapter 821: Quiet (Part 2)

He’d already been favored by Bo Changquan, and now he had Fang Yu’s backing as well. Within the Bo family, he could walk sideways wherever he pleased; there was no longer any threat to him.

Of course, he understood this in his heart—but the proper visits and gifts of thanks still had to be prepared.

"Someone, come."

Ignoring the few brothers and sisters who were a beat slow to react and still standing in place, he directly called in his trusted aide and had them go prepare rich gifts.

Only then did those brothers and sisters finally react. Their expressions shifted several times, and they all rushed out, clearly intending to catch up with Bo Li and the others, wanting to go curry favor with Fang Yu as well.

But Bo Fu, who sat steadied on the seat of victory, merely gave a contemptuous smile, utterly unconcerned about this competition between siblings.

He’d already rushed a thousand meters ahead—how was he supposed to lose this contest?

At this very moment, not far from Bo Fu, in another courtyard specifically set aside for treating the wounded, Qian Wu and Qin Er lay on their respective beds, tossing and turning.

Their injuries were actually not severe at all, nowhere near enough to hinder their movement, yet right now, they were unable to leave.

Because standing at the doorway of their room... were the Bo Mansion guards.

As visiting guests, they should have been receiving the treatment they deserved.

But the enemies they had drawn over had also turned them into prisoners. Unless they explained everything clearly, Bo Mansion would never let them go.

"Stupid idea!"

Qian Wu’s eyes, full of venomous resentment, glared at his sister on the bed next to his.

Given how much the Qian Family valued him, even if they dragged him back alive, his status in the clan would plummet. All his previous efforts would instantly turn to nothing.

How could he not resent his younger sister for this.

Qin Er, on the other hand, had her mind entirely filled with thoughts of Fang Yu.

"Why..."

"Why has that guy’s strength become so terrifying!"

"Do I really still have any chance... to catch up to him, surpass him?"

"No! I’m special! I am... someone who bears Blue Star disease! My potential is something a mere mortal like Diao Deyi could never compare to!"

Her gaze gradually grew firm, and her previously agitated mood settled down.

Next she began to ponder how to get out of this situation, and her malicious gaze naturally swept toward... the ’big brother’ beside her.

...

Anqiao Pavilion.

The Seventh Prince lifted his eyelids slightly.

"You’ve brought them in?"

From the shadows in the secret chamber emerged... a face he did not recognize.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Seventh Prince... we only managed to bring back one."

A dull thud.

Something was thrown onto the floor in the darkness. Had Zhuge Shi been present, he would have recognized at a glance that the person on the ground was... Bone Tiger, who had previously also had his ability sealed by Black Water!

At this moment, Bone Tiger had changed from a body of Golden Bone into a body of black bone, unable even to secrete flesh and blood to maintain a human form.

"You actually let the others escape? What about the previous Pavilion Master? Dead?"

"Yes."

"Where did he die?"

"...We’re still investigating. Although there are many scattered clues and deliberately misleading directions, combining them with the actual situation, our initial judgment is... Bo Mansion snatched him away."

"Bo Mansion?"

The Seventh Prince frowned slightly, but in truth he was thinking... what kind of place was Bo Mansion again?

What he dealt with, what he needed to confront, were all top-tier powers. These cat-and-dog level clans weren’t even worth occupying space in his memory.

But in the next moment he thought again...

Perhaps the unknown power that killed Mr. Xu was precisely exploiting this kind of blind spot in his awareness, lurking until now before finally surfacing.

And his decision to bring Anqiao Pavilion under his control was naturally also for this reason—to grasp the intelligence on low-tier forces as well.

After thinking for a moment, the Seventh Prince said slowly,

"Don’t startle the snake. Track down the power behind them, and find a way to draw the snake out of its hole."

"Yes!"

The newly appointed Anqiao Pavilion Master hurriedly responded.

As for how to do it, he was still thinking.

But that’s how work goes.

The ones above give the direction; the ones below are responsible for execution. Anyway, they could already handle the ’don’t startle the snake’ part right now—just do nothing and earn an unremarkable record first.

Anqiao Pavilion was a highly intricate organization in its internal machinery. Once the previous Pavilion Master died, a new Pavilion Master would automatically take his place and continue to serve those above.

Personnel selection inside was strict, and everyone had ingested poison, making things absolutely secure. Under normal circumstances, even the Pavilion Master wouldn’t get to meet His Highness the Seventh Prince; at most he would see subordinates under Mr. Xu.

It was only because the court had suddenly assembled all civil and military officials today that the Seventh Prince’s interest was piqued, and he waited here for Mr. Xu’s report.

However, the report never came. Instead, he got to see how Mr. Xu died.

"I’ll take this man away and make separate arrangements. As for Bo Mansion, keep a close watch on them for me."

To dare lay a hand on Mr. Xu, to strike at his right-hand man, was clearly a move directed at him.

The Seventh Prince wanted to know exactly who was provoking him.

That woman was unimportant. Even the two who escaped were equally unimportant.

What mattered was... who the power behind them was!

The Seventh Prince left, taking Bone Tiger with him.

Only after the Seventh Prince’s Shadow had completely vanished for quite a while did the newly appointed Anqiao Pavilion Master finally let out a long breath of relief.

His body trembled slightly.

There was the joy of fortune suddenly falling from the sky, and also the tension and dread of serving a great figure, that sense of ’to serve a prince is to serve a tiger.’

Besides the matter the Seventh Prince had ordered, as the new Pavilion Master he also needed to get a handle on many things regarding Anqiao Pavilion’s internal affairs—intelligence his previous status hadn’t allowed him to access but that he could now directly look into, so that he could quickly adapt to this new position.

In addition... aside from the former Pavilion Master, the Three Shadows under the Pavilion Master had all been killed. He needed to select a new trio from the ranks below to serve as the new Three Shadows.

Shifts in power brought changes in personnel. Even with strict internal systems, the Anqiao Pavilion Master still had to consider whether he could suppress those below and get everything back on track.

New opportunities and new challenges kept his emotions running high. He quickly rose to his feet and turned away, throwing himself into busy work.

...

Bo Mansion.

Dong dong dong.

Knocking sounded from outside the room.

"..."

Fang Yu glanced at Ding Hui. She was still completely focused, still busy with her work, seemingly undisturbed, and only then did his expression ease.

"What is it?"

He asked.

He’d already given instructions that under normal circumstances, the guards outside were not allowed to disturb them.

For a guard to knock now meant either that something had truly happened, or that someone whose rank was above theirs, someone who put them in a difficult spot, had appeared.

Fang Yu quickly got his answer—it was the latter.

"Senior Diao, it’s me. Senior Diao fought risking his life for our Bo family. As the Bo family’s second young miss, I don’t have much I can offer, so I brought a small gift to represent the Bo family’s thanks, a token of appreciation."

Second young miss?

Fang Yu thought for a moment before remembering that it was the girl named Bo Li; no wonder her voice sounded familiar.

He had a decent impression of her—that figure training hard atop a single wooden stake clearly belonged to someone who had real pursuit of Martial Arts and was very diligent.

But right now, Fang Yu had no time to entertain Bo Li. He needed to wait for Ding Hui to finish what she was doing and first see what condition Zhuge Shi was in.

So...

"You can leave the gesture of goodwill. As for you, I won’t be seeing anyone for now. I still have matters to attend to."

"All right! Sorry to disturb Senior Diao’s rest, I’ll take my leave first."

Her footsteps faded into the distance. Fang Yu was a little curious what Bo Li had brought, but as the Bo family’s second young miss, she probably couldn’t come up with anything too good.

Just as he was thinking this, a jumble of footsteps crowded in all at once.

"Senior Diao! Senior Diao fought all night and is overly exhausted. I’ve brought top-grade medicinal food..."

"Senior Diao, it’s me! You previously guided me in Martial Arts. When I heard that Senior Diao was injured, I rushed here overnight..."

"Everyone move aside! Don’t push! Don’t push! Didn’t you hear what the guards said? Senior Diao isn’t seeing guests—if the door gets pushed open, none of us..."

"Look at the ground! That’s what Second Sis left. She really has already been here!"

The entrance descended into chaos, noisy like a vegetable market.

Fang Yu frowned and immediately looked over at Ding Hui.

Fortunately, Ding Hui’s concentration was still as strong as ever, completely unaffected.

Even so, Fang Yu still got up, strode to the doorway, and opened the door.