Chapter 57: Left Envoy Du

Inside Ruyi Casino, the largest gambling house in the capital, a tall man whose face remained obscured sat in a commanding position at the highest seat.

It had already been confirmed that the sole little princess of the General's Manor was a good-for-nothing. The people gathered below were currently discussing how to maneuver so as to completely crush the General's Manor, which held prestige across the entire continent.

"My lord, this subordinate believes we should blow this matter completely out of proportion, letting everyone in the world know that the recent misfortune of the general and the princess was caused by this useless young miss. Because her destiny is ill-fated and she is an extremely rare lonely star of heavenly doom, she is fated to bring doom to her father and mother, and is destined to live a life of solitary misery until death! Not only that, but she will also endanger the entirety of the Nanbao Kingdom, plunging our nation into widespread devastation!" a sanctimonious man in cyan robes said respectfully as he knelt on the ground.

A voice like a booming bell came from the man in the principal seat whose face could not be seen: "You have all debated for so long, and this is the only plan you could come up with? What evidence do you have to prove that little creature is the lonely star of heavenly doom?"

"My lord, the ignorant masses are deeply superstitious. As long as we employ some tricks, we can make them firmly believe that this good-for-nothing is the lonely star of heavenly doom. When that time comes, without us even needing to lift a finger, the General's Manor, stripped of its heir, will inevitably collapse!" The man in cyan robes spoke with absolute confidence. Having occupied a high position for so many years, he had long since seen through the mindset of the foolish populace; as long as he offered them the tiniest scraps of petty profits, there were plenty of people willing to do their bidding.

"Oh? Left Envoy Du, this matter shall be entrusted to you. You must eradicate the General's Manor in one fell swoop and deliver that good-for-nothing to me! I would very much like to see what the most precious daughter of Zhantai Chen actually looks like!" The man who referred to himself as this lord smiled with a wicked charm. Zhantai Chen had sacrificed so much for that little creature, and he truly wanted to witness it with his own eyes.

The man in cyan robes hesitated slightly: "My lord, might this be somewhat inappropriate?"

"Audacious! Left Envoy Du! How immense is your courage! How dare you question the lord? What crime deserves such an act?" The man on the main seat cast a cold glance at the complacent man in cyan, and the attendant beside him immediately shouted in a stern voice.

The man in cyan robes could not help but tremble slightly, and he kowtowed to plead for mercy: "My lord, this subordinate was arrogant. Please spare my life, my lord! Please spare my life, my lord!"

"Very well, you are all dismissed. Bluebird, it is time for us to set out as well." With a grand wave of the man's sleeve, he and his attendant, Bluebird, vanished instantly.

The man in cyan robes, who had been kowtowing and begging for mercy the entire time, had a forehead covered in blood, yet his eyes held no resentment—only reverence! He truly revered his master from the bottom of his heart, and was willing to shed his blood and lay down his life for him!

The others similarly kowtowed in trembling terror, fearful that if the master were even slightly displeased, he would wave his hand and annihilate them all. Unlike the man in cyan, they had all been coerced into coming by the master, and felt nothing toward him but profound fear.

"A bunch of useless trash! Why haven't you rolled out of here to do your work? Are you waiting here to die?" Confirming that the master had departed, the man in cyan robes furiously berated the crowd behind him, who were so frightened they were wetting themselves. He truly had no idea why the master bothered recruiting such people.

"Yes, yes, we take our leave." The crowd kowtowed and crawled away on their knees.

The man in cyan robes clapped his hands: "White Fox, come out."

A seductively alluring young woman, scantily clad with her chest and breasts largely exposed, suddenly appeared. Her fair, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around the neck of the man in cyan robes: "Oh my, master, how did you get hurt? It breaks this concubine's heart to see this." Her bewitching face drew close to the forehead of the man in cyan, and she extended a pink, slender tongue, licking the wound in a deeply provocative manner. "Master, it must hurt terribly, right? It hurts this concubine's heart so much just to look at it." As her tongue swept across the bleeding forehead, the scratch healed rapidly right before the eyes.

The great-male-chauvinist vanity of the man in cyan robes was immensely satisfied. He affectionately embraced the delicate beauty in his arms: "Is that so? Does it hurt here? Or perhaps here?" His unrestrained hands began to wander across the alluring young woman's body.