Chapter 338 - 162: Not a Household Slave, Nor a Guest, but the Young Lady Heir’s Bosom Friend! To the ’Banquet of Hongmen’, the Grand Lineage Bows

Chapter 338: Chapter 162: Not a Household Slave, Nor a Guest, but the Young Lady Heir’s Bosom Friend! To the ’Banquet of Hongmen’, the Grand Lineage Bows

"Granny Shi."

Xiao Mingli spoke softly.

"I am here."

The gray-robed old woman beside Xiao Mingli smiled and bowed at her words.

"The waters of the Fishing Trade run deep. Young Master Ji is all alone, which leaves him vulnerable. You should go with him."

"Lest he be bullied by those who feign compliance while secretly acting against him."

The brilliant midday sun, with its dazzling rays, shone through the window.

It also illuminated the woman’s bright, charming, and exquisitely captivating beauty.

A face like hers would be the most dazzling and eye-catching in any crowd, a peerless flower among many.

...

The Fishing Trade.

Inside a grand mansion built beside the river, its thirty-foot-high walls constructed from obsidian.

Upon hearing the report from the man who had returned from the Beicang Marquis’s Mansion.

Dressed in solemn and formal attire that fully displayed the air of a Lineage Master, Chen Jing clenched his fist, his chest heaving as he resisted the urge to smash the large jujube wood table before him.

"The Young Lady Heir... really said that!?"

He looked at the affirmative expression on the face of the man who had come to report.

Chen Jing threw his head back, unable to suppress the fury rising in his heart:

’What kind of bewitching potion did that brat feed the Young Lady Heir?’

’"As long as he comes to my docks and wharfs, he will have unrestricted passage..."’

’How is that any different from me, the Fishery Trade Lord!’

’And she wants me to "get to know him"? Between the lines, she’s telling me, one of the Nine Lords, the venerable head of a Grand Lineage, to bow my head to that brat!?’

’Are the years of tribute from my Fishing Trade worth less than a few days with this boy!?’

This Dragon Head of the Fishing Trade, one of the Nine Lords who controlled the Eight Dock, had a resentful look in his eyes. But after closing them for a moment and reopening them, his anger was gone, replaced by calm.

"Fine, so be it."

’So what if the Young Lady Heir is backing him?’

’He’s just one person, all alone. Even the Young Lady Heir can only ask him to reconcile with my Fishing Trade.’

’If that brat doesn’t behave... and still wants to test into the Mansion Courtyard? Hmph!’

’There are plenty of ways to trip him up!’

Chen Jing’s gaze turned cold; a plan had already formed in his mind.

The next moment, someone strolled in and reported that Ji Xiu from the Beicang Marquis’s Mansion had arrived to pay a visit.

Instantly, Chen Jing, with his wide purple sleeves, stood up. He adjusted his clothes and unleashed the full depth of his Qi Dao foundation, which was as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss.

’First, I’ll let this brat see what the foundation of a High-class Family really means!’

’My Chen Family has been in business for decades. Won’t this brat, who has never even seen a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster in Anning County, be struck with fear and hesitation?’

’A mud-legged peasant who got lucky can never compare to a Qilin son like me, who is destined to become a Prefecture Official and has the prospect of receiving a fiefdom!’

"Hmph!"

Just as Chen Jing was speculating to himself, suddenly—

another person rushed in to report, his eyes anxious. He was so careless that he nearly tripped over the threshold, earning a gaze as sharp as a knife from Chen Jing’s cold brow.

"What’s the rush? Where are your manners!"

"If that little apprentice of Duan Chenzhou saw this, he’d probably laugh his head off!"

Having just finished his reprimand, Chen Jing was about to step past the flustered Chen Clan member.

However...

"G-Great Lineage Master!"

"That brat... that brat didn’t come alone!"

The Chen Clan member shuddered under the glare. Then, with a look of utter dismay and a trace of terror, he looked as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"He... he has an expert with him, one whose ’Qi has formed a Dragon and Tiger’!"

"It seems... it seems to be the revered Elder Shi from the Young Lady Heir’s side! She came with him!"

CRACK.

Chen Jing, who had walked to the threshold and was about to step over it, suddenly stopped his foot.

And then...

he violently kicked the obstructing threshold, sending splinters of wood flying. He whipped his head around, his hair flying and his eyes like a lion’s, filled with a mix of shock and disbelief.

"You’re saying..."

"That old woman... ’Shi Yue’... who served under Marquis Beicang, who once nearly broke through to the level of a Titled rank but failed, and then chose to retire from service to protect Young Lady Heir Xiao Mingli..."

"She personally came here with that brat?!"

’What an incredible show of favor!’

Just thinking about it...

Chen Jing felt his breath catch in his throat.