The Demon Lords

Chapter 1009 - 235: Fine Hairpin

"Isn’t it strange that I agreed to go to the Fan Mansion?"

"It is a bit, because this doesn’t usually fit my lord’s style," A Ming said.

"There are three reasons; the first time I met Fan Zhengwen, he said he wanted to help me capture the princess. The second time, he brought strategists to help us plan. From how and when to act to how to retreat, he thought it all out for us.

Call it a mutual attraction or call it collusion; regardless, the moment I agreed to capture the Chu State princess, we and the Fan Family became allies.

Next, the people of the Fan Family will take action. San’er, Siniang, Jin Shuke, Keyan Dongge, and the rest of our crew will also proceed according to plan.

Whether it’s infiltrating that royal villa or leaving behind a reserve force on the retreat route or causing an uproar and coordinating on the day of capturing the princess, every step requires meticulous planning, and what the Fan Family needs to do is actually even more involved than us, and they take far greater risks.

So as long as Siniang and the others are responsible for the operations below, I can do my part by entering the Fan Mansion. First, it signifies a mutual trust; secondly, my presence in the Fan Mansion reassures the people there.

Because the Fan Family must remain in Xiayong, must remain in Chu State. They can’t easily escape like we can."

Zheng Fan glanced at A Ming and continued:

"The second reason is that Fan Zhengwen is a real tactful person; he’s even better at social skills than the blind man, as the blind man has an indelible arrogance about him, but Fan Zhengwen can put that aside.

Therefore, from Fan Zhengwen’s perspective, he wouldn’t make such an awkward invitation to me based on his habits.

So, I deduce that someone in the Fan Mansion wants to meet me. I’m not sure who exactly, but the person should rank higher than Fan Zhengwen."

"My lord, then why didn’t that person just tell you directly?"

"Perhaps to them, seeing me or not makes no difference. If there is someone in the Fan Mansion with such a casual attitude towards me, do you think I should meet them?"

"What about the third reason, my lord?"

"That is, I really want to see how a truly wealthy family in this world lives their daily life."

God sees,

it’s not Lord Zheng exaggerating,

but he indeed hasn’t truly seen how real wealth lives in this world.

When he first woke up, in the small tavern opened by his family’s demons, it was just modest in local terms.

Later, he visited the Earl of North Border’s mansion, which was indeed large, but only needed to think of how the Earl himself gobbled roast ducks and ran to roast lamb tips in the imperial garden as soon as he arrived in the capital to know that the mansion was expensive but not luxurious.

He also visited the Yan Emperor’s palace, but life for the Yan Emperor was too simple, leaving Zheng Fan wondering why the princes still lived in their collective dormitory-like residence.

To save money.

After all, every year the palaces were delayed, the court saved a few years worth of salaries and grain for the royal family.

Regarding the Tian Family, Zheng Fan originally had the fortune to witness a family’s luxury, but unfortunately that night, Lord Zheng barely had a decent meal among the personal soldiers of Lord Jingnan before he experienced the true "bloody romance," which even haunted his nightmares repeatedly.

Then, when traveling south to Qian State, he was too busy with war to savor anything. Even entering the Qian State palace, he was too nervous about the impending Yan Army to taste whether the few bites of pastry at Qian Emperor’s place were sweet or salty.

When the Jin State capital was ruined and the army entered the Jin State palace, Zheng Fan only worried about looting treasures. The "palace" owned by Situ Yi’s brothers in Fengxin City was merely a bandit’s nest.

A truly luxurious atmosphere and high society life require a quiet and harmonious environment to savor slowly.

Now there are over ten days until New Year, and another ten days until the Lantern Festival, roughly a month, which is enough time to experience the truly luxurious lifestyle at the Fan Mansion.

When A Ming heard these three reasons, he said:

"I think the third reason seems more convincing."

Zheng Fan nodded and said:

"Of course, because the first two are just to make up three reasons to go along with the third."

"..." A Ming.

A Ming habitually glanced at the wine bag, which was empty. He had collected blood from the last assassin, but due to poor preservation conditions, he only extracted a wine bag’s worth.

Blood doesn’t stay fresh long, far worse than pork going stale.

However, A Ming suddenly thought my lord was right that Master Zhang next to Ji Chengjue can play with cellar-stored red wine in his private residence outside the palace, so the Fan Family surely won’t lack it, right?

Even the freshest of blood from ordinary people is merely passable, but the enjoyment comes from high-quality red wine.

However,

A Ming pointed at He Chunlai and Chen Daole, who had also disguised themselves but were following behind instead of riding the ox-cart, and asked:

"Then why did my lord bring them along?"

Hearing this, Chen Daole and He Chunlai looked a bit sheepish.