Chapter Nine: A Courtesan’s Plea for Help

After a round of toasts and mingling, the relationship between the two parties grew considerably closer. With a few drinks down, their conversation gradually opened up.

Unconsciously, the topic shifted to Qin Song’s eldest uncle, Qin Zhong. Zhang Pengyuan had evidently heard of Qin Zhong and held him in high regard.

“Brother Zhang, do you know why my eldest uncle was dismissed by His Majesty?” Qin Song asked at just the right moment.

“A few months ago, there was a battle between Great Xia and Northern Qi. Great Xia was defeated, losing nearly all of its hundred-thousand-strong elite troops!” Zhang Pengyuan replied.

“Your eldest uncle, as the representative of the pro-war faction in the court, insisted on continuing the war against Northern Qi and opposed negotiations. Consequently, His Majesty dismissed him from office.”

Only then did Qin Song understand that the origin of the whole incident traced back to that battle several months ago between Great Xia and Northern Qi.

Northern Qi lay to the north of Great Xia. In recent years, tensions and skirmishes along the border had been frequent, and Qin Zhong had always been a staunch advocate for war in the court.

Months ago, at the request of Qin Zhong and the pro-war faction, the Great Xia emperor mobilized a hundred-thousand elite troops to launch a northern campaign against Northern Qi.

However, Great Xia suffered a devastating defeat, losing nearly all those elite soldiers.

It was precisely because of this that Qin Zhong was dismissed, triggering a series of subsequent events.

In other words, Qin Zhong’s rivals had likely anticipated Great Xia’s defeat and had already made numerous plans in advance.

Had Great Xia won, the pro-war faction led by Qin Zhong would have seen their prestige in the court and among the people rise to unprecedented heights.

As his eldest uncle’s sworn enemies, they would naturally not want to see such a scenario.

“That was a hundred thousand elite troops, the backbone of countless Great Xia families!” Qin Song shuddered inwardly, his heart growing colder the more he thought.

He also realized that with his uncle’s fall, his uncle’s adversaries would stop at nothing to eradicate the Qin family entirely. Everything happening now was the best proof.

“Brother Qin, your eldest uncle’s dismissal must have been orchestrated behind the scenes by the Right Chancellor, Cao Renjie!”

“And his grandson, Cao Ruixuan, a rotten apple from a rotten tree—he’s no good either!”

“If I ever meet him again, I’ll make sure he understands that a mighty dragon cannot suppress the local snake!”

“Are you talking about Cao Ruixuan, the eldest grandson of the Cao family in the capital?” Zhang Pengyuan, who had been sitting quietly nearby, couldn’t help but interject after hearing them.

“You know him too?” Yang Xiu asked, suddenly realizing Zhang Pengyuan’s identity.

“My sister was married to Cao Ruixuan back then!”

“Ah?”

“What!”

Those words startled both Qin Song and Yang Xiu. The latter even jumped up from his seat in shock.

He had been cursing Cao Ruixuan’s ancestors, only to find out that Cao Ruixuan’s brother-in-law was sitting right beside him.

Upon learning that the person they were talking about was none other than Cao Ruixuan, Zhang Pengyuan’s face flushed with rage, his eyes instantly reddening.

“Captain Zhang, um, that is...” Yang Xiu, now terrified by Zhang Pengyuan’s murderous glare, regretted his words deeply.

“Brother Zhang, are you alright?” Qin Song, comparatively calm, quickly noticed that Zhang Pengyuan’s anger was not directed at him or Yang Xiu.

With bloodshot eyes shimmering with tears, Zhang Pengyuan grabbed a wine bottle from the table, drained it in one gulp, and then smashed it violently on the ground.

The loud crash startled Qin Song and Yang Xiu, who exchanged confused glances, four pairs of eyes filled with big question marks.

“My sister was such an optimistic and open-hearted person. How could she have committed suicide so soon after marrying into the Cao family?” Zhang Pengyuan’s tone carried disbelief, anger, and sorrow all at once, leaving Qin Song and Yang Xiu speechless, their eyes reflecting deep exclamations.

“Brother Zhang, may the departed rest in peace. If your sister were still alive, she wouldn’t want to see you like this!”

“Indeed,” Qin Song said, and Yang Xiu added his comfort.

“Cao Ruixuan is cruel and capricious. My sister must have been killed by him!”

“Someday, I will find proof and make Cao Ruixuan pay with his life!”

Zhang Pengyuan’s eyes burned with boundless hatred and murderous intent.

Qin Song and Yang Xiu were utterly shocked. The alliance marriage between the Cao family and the Zhang family in the capital, Zhang Pengyuan’s sister married to Cao Ruixuan, and her subsequent suicide suspected to be murder—what a staggering bombshell.

“Drink with me!” Overcome by sorrow, Zhang Pengyuan raised his head, grabbed another jug of wine, and gulped it down.

“Drink! Drink!” Stunned into silence, Qin Song and Yang Xiu hurriedly joined in, with Qin Song opting to replace wine with tea.

After eating and drinking their fill, Qin Song and Yang Xiu planned to escort Zhang Pengyuan home. The thousand taels of silver Qin Song had previously sent to Zhang’s household had already arrived.

Shortly after the three left the tavern, a window on the second floor of a nearby brothel suddenly opened. A sheet was lowered, and a delicate-looking woman climbed down and fled the brothel.

“Catch her! Don’t let her escape!” several figures appeared at the window, shouting as they pointed at the fleeing woman.

Within moments, several men dressed in black surged out of the brothel, trying to seize the escaping woman.

The busy street erupted into chaos. Seeing she was about to be caught, the woman’s eyes caught sight of Qin Song and his companions, or more precisely, Zhang Pengyuan in armor.

“Sir! Save me!” Her eyes lit up as if spotting a lifeline, she rushed toward Zhang Pengyuan.

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