Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 470 - 244: Assassin Jiang Mo?

Chapter 470: Chapter 244: Assassin Jiang Mo?

Hearing Jia’s words, Jiang Shouzhong was speechless.

Damn it, this guy really knows how to lick boots.

Qing Niang’s mouth twitched, squeezing out a stiff smile:

"There’s no need to change your name, remembering Jia is enough... Oh right, I still have guests over here. Who was it, Xiaohong, take these three gentlemen to Donghuan Pavilion."

"Alright, Qing Niang."

A pretty young girl came running over, curtsied to the three men known as Lu Renjia, and said crisply, "Gentlemen, please follow me."

"Eh, Qing Niang..."

Lu Renjia wanted to say something else, but Qing Niang had already turned away.

Lu Renjia wanted to follow her but was stopped by Zhang Yunwu tugging at his sleeve, so he had to stay his steps and followed Xiaohong to the second floor.

Watching them go upstairs, Qing Niang patted her chest, took a deep breath, and came in front of Jiang Shouzhong, apologizing with a smile, "I’m sorry, Jiang, I ran into a couple of old acquaintances and delayed your time."

"It doesn’t matter, that Mr. Lu just now seems to like you quite a bit, Qing Niang," Jiang Shouzhong said with a smile.

Qing Niang looked gloomy and helpless, "Nothing but a woman who has fallen into hard times. Being liked isn’t necessarily a good thing... Let’s not talk about that. Jiang, I’ll take you to Miss Liu now."

"Alright."

He had originally planned to play matchmaker for his lickspittle brother, but seeing that the woman was obviously resistant, Jiang Shouzhong silently sighed and gave up.

Jia, oh Jia, can’t you lick up to someone else?

As they passed through the rock garden behind the hall and arrived in front of a small courtyard, Qing Niang suddenly stopped.

The woman had a realization and stared at Jiang Shouzhong with a dubious look:

"Jiang, you mentioned Ancient Brahma Temple just now... I heard today that Miss Liu and the others were discussing a young master with the surname Jiang, a disciple of Master Dugu of Wanshou Mountains and Rivers. Could that be you?"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled and nodded, "If nothing unexpected, indeed it is me."

"No wonder."

Qing Niang understood, her eyes shone bright, "Jiang claimed to be in business, yet you have such a significant background. It seems the person you asked me to find is not just someone who owes you money."

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "Actually, it’s quite endearing when a woman is a bit silly."

"Don’t worry, if I took the money, I’m naturally going to take care of it."

Qing Niang raised her hand and shook the piece of gold Jiang Shouzhong had given her earlier, tactfully not asking further questions, and continued to lead the way.

Soon, Jiang Shouzhong was taken to the front of a small pavilion.

In the quiet main hall of the pavilion, Liu Wuxu, dressed in colorful clothes, was sitting in front of an antique table, gently strumming the pipa and performing her talents.

The melody was filled with longing and sorrow, deeply emotional.

Several guests sat below, all listening intently.

What surprised Jiang Shouzhong was that among these people, he actually saw Shan Dongchuan.

At that moment, the other man’s eyes were half-closed, leaning back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on his thigh, as if immersed in the music.

Yet, the man’s eyebrows were occasionally furrowed, obviously pondering over something.

Liu Wuxu, who was playing the pipa, saw Jiang Shouzhong at the doorway, her eyes lit up, and she gave Qing Niang a look to signal her to bring Jiang Shouzhong inside.

With the hint, Qing Niang knowingly arranged for Jiang Shouzhong to sit in a chair close to the music and then quietly withdrew.

The pipa’s sad and quiet sound gradually turned cheerful.

It seemed to foreshadow the host’s mood.

Liu Wuxu continued to play the pipa, occasionally glancing over at Jiang Shouzhong without any overt communication.

When the piece ended, the audience clapped their hands in applause.

Jiang Shouzhong also joined in the clapping.

His attention, however, was mostly fixed on Shan Dongchuan.

"Miss Liu’s pipa music sounds as if celestial melodies have descended to the mortal realm, the lingering notes resonating in the beams for three days without fading. Truly, it is a rare and marvelous sound in this world."

A man with the appearance of a scholar couldn’t help but lavish praise.

The others followed suit with their own flattery.

Shan Dongchuan finished his tea in one gulp and rose to leave the pavilion.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t follow him, but instead, pinched a technique within his sleeve and quietly summoned the rat demon from the Zodiac Map to track him.

The tracking ability of the rat demon was indeed quite strong.

Liu Wuxu politely responded to everyone’s words a few times, then approached Jiang Shouzhong, bending slightly to give a respectful salutation: "Wuxu greets Jiang. I had thought Jiang might not visit such a place, yet here we are meeting so soon."

The woman’s face was full of smiles, clearly delighted.

Jiang Shouzhong smiled back, "I was idle, so I thought I’d come to have a look."

The other guests in the hall had already noticed Jiang Shouzhong and seeing the young man conversing so happily with their goddess, their faces showed signs of displeasure.

The scholar who had just spat out flattery took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "May I ask who this gentleman is?"

It was then that Liu Wuxu remembered she had forgotten to introduce Jiang Shouzhong to them, so she spoke up, "This gentleman’s surname is Jiang. He is a disciple of Master Dugu of the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers, and his name is Jiang Yi."

As soon as these words were spoken, the pavilion fell into dead silence.

The people exchanged glances.

The name of the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers carried too much weight, especially that of the top female master in the world.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was envy eating away at him, but the scholar said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "So it’s Jiang. My apologies. It’s known that Master Dugu is a master of all arts including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Being her disciple, surely you’re not far behind. Could Jiang offer some critique on Miss Liu’s pipa performance just now?"

Liu Wuxu frowned in disapproval of the scholar’s provocation but also looked expectantly at Jiang Shouzhong, hoping for his commentary.

Jiang Shouzhong said indifferently, "Miss Liu’s finger technique is skilled, and the melody is lingering and impressive. If there could be a touch of space left during the transitions and in the ebb and flow of the music, allowing the listener time to ponder its meaning and to feel its emotion, perhaps it would stir the feelings even more."

Liu Wuxu held the pipa, her brow furrowed in thought.

The scholar sneered, "The melody’s rhythm is fixed. How can one simply change it on a whim? Each note must be played exactly as written."

At that moment, Liu Wuxu returned to the spot where she had been playing and started to strum the strings again.

When she intentionally left some space in the transition, it was clear that the melody was more captivating than before, with stronger emotional ripples.

The scholar’s face turned red, and he fell silent.

With shining eyes, Liu Wuxu looked at Jiang Shouzhong and said softly, "Not only is Jiang unparalleled in debate, but he also has a deep understanding of music. I imagine your scholarship is no less extensive. Truly worthy of being Master Dugu’s sole disciple."

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "Debate is just a matter of speaking well. As for music, I don’t really understand it; I’m just going by feel, and my learning is lacking."

Liu Wuxu smiled, "Jiang is too modest. Coincidentally, there is a painting in Wuxu’s study that I hope Jiang could help critique for me."

"I’ll try."

Jiang Shouzhong, of course, heard the veiled invitation in the woman’s words and didn’t refuse.

After all, that was why he had come, to pry information.

Just at this moment, a sharp chill suddenly pierced the air, zooming in from outside the hall and swiftly targeting Liu Wuxu!

The cold light buzzed like the cry of a dragon as it shot through the room, seemingly splitting the air in two.

All the guests were shocked, their faces showing fear.

Jiang Shouzhong frowned, casually waving his sleeve to deflect the cold light, which lodged itself into a table—it was an arrow.

"Who is it?!"

The guards in the courtyard shouted in alarm.

A figure in black stood coldly on the wall, pointing at Liu Wuxu: "I am Jiang Mo, and I have come today to borrow Miss Liu for a while."