Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 155 - 146: Why Does My Reputation Suffer Like This? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 155: Chapter 146: Why Does My Reputation Suffer Like This? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Tianxiong Pass, Southern City.

As dusk turns into night, the setting sun casts a faint golden glow like a sheer veil lightly draped over the upturned eaves of a towering building.

Vermilion windows and doors, blue glazed tiles, an ancient charm emanates from the place, yet the round domed tops add an intense exotic flavor.

At this moment, lanterns inside the building are being lit one after another, their warm yellow halos flickering and dancing in the darkening sky.

Heavenly Fragrance Building, the most bustling tavern in Southern City.

Inside, there are grape wines and delicacies brought from the Western Regions, but what truly captivates people and makes them linger are the dancers from far-off Western Regions—fiery, passionate, brimming with exotic charms, drawing countless admirers.

Right now, outside Heavenly Fragrance Building, the entrance is as busy as a marketplace, with a never-ending stream of carriages and horses. Those arriving are either well-dressed young aristocrats, walking in with heads held high amidst the crowd of their servants, or folks from the worldly society dismounting their horses with a leap, calling out to their friends, their laughter and talk filling the air.

Stepping into Heavenly Fragrance Building, the main hall is packed with guests, the sounds of strings and bamboo instruments unceasing. In the center dancefloor, colored sleeves fly, skirts flutter, and the singer dancers from the Western Regions, dressed in their dazzling Ni Chang robes, sing and dance softly, their figures graceful and lithe.

Looking up in the main hall, it’s open to the air above, counting up, there are thirty-two floors, with different rooms on each level, all brightly lit, where guests clink cups and engage in lively conversation, all accompanied by music and dance.

And the higher you go, the larger the rooms, the more extravagant the decorations, with abundant song and dance, the silver coins required also differ, frequented mostly by the powerful and privileged of the city.

One can see how lively and sumptuous it is!

At this time, in a room on the twenty-seventh floor, an aristocrat angrily smashes a cup,

"Bullshit, Miss Mi doesn’t leave her chamber for a few days? I’ve been waiting a long time, what is this supposed to mean?"

"Young Master, Miss Mi hasn’t been feeling well lately, she can’t dance, but we at Heavenly Fragrance Building will assign someone else, how does that sound to you?" a boy with a small Hu People’s braid said apologetically.

"Since she’s not feeling well, she doesn’t have to dance, just let her come over and have a drink with me and a few friends." The young aristocrat in the room was impatient.

"I’m sorry, Young Master, but I’m afraid that’s not possible!"

"Go to hell." A muffled thud came from a cup hitting someone’s head.

"Is Young Master feeling better now?" The voice of the boy with the Hu braid remained steady, even as the broken pieces cut his face.

"No, I am very angry right now."

The young master was about to smash another cup, but at that moment, the boy with the Hu braid clapped his hands, and the door to the room burst open, with several tall Hu men, each around eight or nine feet tall, rushing in.

"Kick these rowdy people out."

"How dare you!"

Then there was a commotion of shouting and fighting, several of the Hu men had the strength of Bone Forging, easily overpowered the rowdy group, and kicked them out.

Only then did the boy with the Hu braid wipe the blood from his face and curse under his breath—such incidents had occurred to him several times in the past few days.

"Balu, what’s going on with Mi Ayi? I can’t hold it much longer. She hasn’t come out these two days, and too many people are looking for her. There are bound to be some troubles causing by those who can’t see their own limits; it brings so much unnecessary trouble." The boy with the Hu braid complained to a burly man.

Ayi is a term used in the tribe for women, while Balu refers to men, indicating a warrior.

Hearing this, the man whispered in his ear,

"To tell you the truth, it’s the ’mistress’ who doesn’t let her out, suspecting she’s been targeted."

"Is that so? Who could it be that even the ’mistress’ can’t handle?" The boy got anxious upon hearing this.

In the eyes of all the Hu People in Heavenly Fragrance Building, the "mistress" is their world.

The Hu man whispered something at this point.

And it shocked the boy with the Hu braid.

Meanwhile, in a room at the top floor of Heavenly Fragrance Building, the decoration style in the room is filled with exotic flavors, and the room is fragrant with rich and distinct aromas.

There is a round bed in the room, on which a voluptuous beauty with a jade-smooth back is sprawled across the soft fur-covered bed

Her plump shoulders, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, and the delicate skin glimmer enchantingly under the flickering candlelight. Her long, silky, slightly curly black hair cascades like a waterfall, spread indulgently across the bed. A few unruly strands playfully fall across her face, adding a touch of allure and laziness.

Her voluptuous curves extend downwards to her plump waistline, only to be obscured by a thin blanket, the perky contours suggestive.

At this moment, the beauty on the bed has a pair of hands moving about her back, and following these hands upward, it turns out to be the Hu dancing girl who was grabbed by Chen Yuan for questioning at Heavenly Fragrance Building the day before.

Now, this dancing girl is massaging another woman.

As for the lazy woman sprawled on the bed, she is the owner of this place!

Among the tribe, they privately call her Anar, while formally she is addressed as "miss."

But her true name is known by few.

An Ge!

"Miss, how is the pressure?" Mi Ayi cautiously asked.

"Mhm!" A lazy voice wafted out from beneath her hair.

"Miss, when can I leave my chamber? I heard from the Aiyis that my absence has caused quite a few troubles in the building."

But then, the voluptuous beauty on the bed lifted her hand, and, with a casual beckon, a piece of brocade flew towards her, wrapping and concealing all exposure before she stood up, her pale green eyes gazing at the dancing girl subordinate.

"I’m still worried, come here."

The obedient dancing girl walked closer to An Ge.

Then, this woman named An Ge conjured a faint Spirit Light in her hand, ensuring to check the dancing girl thoroughly for any hidden prohibitions or marks.

"Miss, what’s this for?" The dancing girl surnamed Mi blushed with embarrassment.

"That Colonel has been troubling me. No matter how I think of it, it makes me uneasy. Though there’s no grudge between us, his methods are ruthless and have left a trail of heads rolling throughout the city," An Ge frowned slightly.

"I don’t know if this person will be overly suspicious and implicate you and me. After all, the Beiliang Guest escaped from my Heavenly Fragrance Building, and according to the information probed, this Beiliang Guest is related to this turmoil."

"Let’s hope there is no trouble!"

"It should... be alright." Hearing this, the dancing girl remembered the sight of hundreds of heads falling in front of the gate the day before, blood flowing like a river, and her delicate body involuntarily shivered.

"Alright, you may go and rest now!" An Ge waved her hand.

"Yes!"

The dancing girl then withdrew, entering the next room.

Once in the next room, she became restless, recalling the words "Miss" had just said.

Not long after, she was suddenly overwhelmed by drowsiness. Her eyelids fluttering, she stumbled and climbed into bed.

And then, she had a dream.

In the dream, a group of male singers was dancing for her as she sat drinking and shouting joyfully amidst the seats, only for the "male courtesans" to vanish like bubbles. Abruptly, a face appeared, startling her awake. That person bombarded her with numerous questions, and she was terribly frightened; no matter what, she found herself unable to wake.

Until suddenly, "Miss’s" voice entered the dream.

"Wake up!"

She abruptly opened her eyes, her face ashen, and saw An Ge, whose face was grave and who had appeared in the room at some unknown time. She couldn’t help but throw herself into her arms, scared out of her wits.

"Miss, that person has really set his sights on me!"

"He said he will come looking for you soon."

"Looking for me?"

Hearing this, An Ge was taken aback at first, then her deep-set features and alluring face turned stern.

"What all did you say?"

.........

The night deepened, and the Heavenly Fragrance Building was ablaze with lights, bustling and lively with the clinking of cups and the sounds of singing and dancing.

Suddenly, a rapid clatter of iron hooves approached, getting louder and louder, sending thunderous echoes, along with bursts of startled cries from outside.

What’s happening?

There was a commotion inside the Heavenly Fragrance Building, people opening doors and windows to look out.

They then saw hundreds of troops charging straight toward the Heavenly Fragrance Building.

As people recognized the small flags fluttering behind the soldiers, their faces instantly drained of color.

"Ninth Mountain’s troops have come!"

Someone shouted.

Instantly, noises of doors opening, tables and chairs clashing, and crockery breaking proliferated.

Previously filled with guests, the hall emptied in a flash.

Leaving behind only the still-spinning dishes on the tables...

Soon, the troops reached the front of the Heavenly Fragrance Building and spread to both sides, revealing one person in the center!

Chen Yuan looked up at the three big characters "Heavenly Fragrance Building" and then dismounted, stepping into the entrance hall.

Viewing the empty hall, with its cluttered dishes and cups, Chen Yuan’s brows involuntarily furrowed.

Could the reputation of the Ninth Mountain under his leadership be this bad?

Then he looked up at the empty skywell in the center of the entire pavilion, leaped up, and the sound of rushing air filled the space.

In the next second, he landed in front of a room on the top floor!

Golden light twinkled in the depths of his eyes, and his hands pushed forward.

The door opened!

As it did,

A woman clad in a purple bustier studded with gemstones and agate, draped in golden gauze that revealed vast expanses of snow-white skin, appeared as the door slowly opened, showing off her alluring figure.

Her eyes, deep as lake waters, were a dark blue; her nose was tall, her eyebrows curved, and on her forehead was a golden mark in the shape of a bird. Her long, black curly hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall,

"Lowborn An Ge pays respects to the General!"

As the door opened, the exotic woman with blue eyes gracefully bowed low to Chen Yuan.

"Lowborn? As far as Chen knows, you are no mere commoner."

"Princess of Loulan!"

"Or rather, the former!"

At this moment, Chen Yuan’s brows arched, his colonel eyes sizing up the exotic woman filled with allure. He spoke slowly and with profound meaning.

As it happened, that afternoon Chen Yuan was drinking with three other Colonels, mostly discussing official matters, and the subsequent developments after eliminating the Three Families. During the purge of the Three Families, some people were not beheaded but were locked up in the prison of the Inner City Patrol Sky Department for interrogation.

Among them was a disciple from the Washing Sword Pavilion who disclosed an unintentional clue to save his own life, and this clue pointed towards Beiliang Prefecture, to a character named Vice Minister Chen!

Chen Yuan immediately thought of the escapee he met on his first day at Tianxiong Pass, along with Xiahou Yuan.

He then remembered that after killing Xiahou Yuan, he questioned a dancing girl in the room and realized she hadn’t told the truth. He cut off a lock of her hair and used it to cast the Dream Transference Divine Ability.

This led to the scene unfolding before him now!

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