Chapter 1042: The Unrest in Beijing, Early Signs Emerge

Han Xiyuan clicked his tongue but said nothing.

Yet his eyes were filled with a gloom that didn’t match his delicate exterior.

If he could choose, he’d rather not be a Han.

The blood in his veins wasn’t from the Han Family.

But he had no choice.

Yu Shuo walked up to him, patting his shoulder: "Alright, with that little face all scrunched up, people might think I bullied you. Be careful with your words next time, and don’t end up scolding yourself in circles."

Han Xiyuan hung his shoulders, his expression listless, ignoring him.

A low laugh escaped Yu Shuo: "I’ll give you two days off starting tomorrow, feel free to enjoy yourself."

"Really?!" Han Xiyuan jumped up excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

"If you wish it were false, you can pretend I never said it."

"How could that be! A master’s word is as reliable as a four-horse chariot!"

Han Xiyuan’s face was full of smiles, his eyes curved from laughter.

He was happy, and he talked more: "Master, the Qin Family, like the Yu Family, are recent new influential families in Beijing. Although they haven’t reached the height of the Yu Family, their power shouldn’t be underestimated.

The current head of the Qin Family has caught the eye of the one in Chen Palace. This person will stop at nothing to climb higher, willing to sacrifice everything for benefits, so you must be careful."

Han Xiyuan was also part of the Royal Family, but when he mentioned the one residing in Chen Palace, he spoke distantly and with disdain.

Yu Shuo’s expression remained unchanged: "I’m aware of this. As long as they don’t provoke the Yu Family, let them do as they please."

Everyone present knew who was behind the Qin Family.

It was the Han family of the Royal Family, the one residing in Chen Palace, who was the true master pulling the strings of the Qin Family.

All of the Qin Family’s actions in Beijing were under that person’s orders.

Whether it was previously provoking the city’s prominent families or recently breaking the leg of a business family’s son, all that person wanted was profit.

The Qin Family was a very effective tool for dealing with things the Royal Family couldn’t do but had to be done.

There were already early signs of chaos in Beijing.

How far the Royal Han Family could go was merely a matter of time; it depended on how they courted disaster.

The crowd tacitly avoided this topic.

Unknowingly, the topic shifted to Gu Jin.

"I wonder when An Shao will come back, whether he will return before the cultivators’ assembly." This was Yu Shuo’s question.

Jiang Hanyi sat beside him, silently drinking. He smiled: "He should know that Master received an invitation to the Hidden Market’s cultivators’ assembly, and based on his personality, he would probably return early."

"Really?" Yu Shuo turned to look at Wanqi Heyang, who happened to be An Mingji’s only disciple.

The latter, receiving his gaze, gently shook his head: "Perhaps Master’s been too busy lately. He hasn’t contacted me, so I don’t know the specific situation."

Whatever Yu Shuo remembered, his eyes sparkled mischievously.

He lowered his voice to the crowd, curious: "Do you think our Master has realized yet? An Shao is patient enough; it’s been years, and he still hasn’t shattered that barrier. It seems to me that Master has no interest in it. Could it be that in the end, An Shao gets nothing for his efforts?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Wanqi Heyang choked on the wine he had just sipped.

He coughed forcefully, his face changed drastically.

Thinking of Master ending up with nothing, his heart trembled inexplicably.

If that was truly the outcome, he could imagine Master’s inner despair, pain, and ruthless desperation.

"Do you need to be this excited?" Wanqi Jingyi patted his brother’s back and shook his head, laughing.