The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 387: Er Quezi's Request [10,000 Words] (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 387: Er Quezi's Request [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

Chapter 387: Er Quezi's Request [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

It's a bit of a pity if you can't."

Fang Che was puzzled by Xing Shao's words.

Before September, if you can't reach the Imperial Rank, it's a bit of a pity? Is there some great opportunity?" He flipped through other messages and saw that Yanbei Han had sent another message, "Night Demon, what do you look like?"

No reply.

A young lady like her, why is she always concerned about my appearance?

He scrolled down a few messages and suddenly realized... he had overlooked one.

It was from Lei Jiu Xiao.

"Brother Night Demon, are you still in the Southeast? Can you help me with something?"

...

"Fang Che couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering how long it had been since the message was sent, judging by how deep it was buried.

He attempted a reply: "What kind of help do you need?"

It had probably been a long time since the message was sent, and Fang Che didn't expect a response right away.

But to his surprise, Lei Jiu Xiao's message came back almost instantly: "My goodness, Brother Ye Meng, you... This message is from a month and a half ago, and you're just seeing it now?"

"I've been so busy lately, with one command after another from above, using me as a laborer. It's been a long time since I felt a headache just looking at the Communication Jade. Do you understand?"

Fang Che sent a message back.

"I get it, I really do!"

On the other side, Lei Jiu Xiao seemed to empathize.

"What did you need me for back then?"

"I'm going on a mission to the southeast, and I don't have any connections or familiarity with the terrain. I was thinking of asking for your help, and also to have a drink with you."

"That's a shame."

"It's nothing. I discussed it with my second brother, and if you were there, we might not have dared to go out. I understand. But now, everyone wants to beat you up, and you have no sense of caution at all. So when I contacted you back then, I didn't really have high hopes."

Lei Jiu Xiao was being honest.

Fang Che's lips curled into a smile, knowing that this guy was smart; he was willing to lay everything out.

Speaking three parts and keeping seven parts to himself was a test, or perhaps the other party didn't deserve his sincerity.

Saying half and keeping half was caution, and also defense.

Being sincere meant, at the very least, treating the other party as an equal, or perhaps it was a sign that he needed to look up to them.

"What you said is true. If I had seen your message back then, I might not have dared to go out, and the same is true even now."

Fang Che laughed and said, "To be honest, Brother Lei, I don't dare reveal my identity now."

Lei Jiu Xiao burst into laughter. "Hahaha, okay, Brother Ye Meng, you're being frank. But next month, I'm going to the southeast again. I'll send you a message when I get there, and if we can meet, we will. If not, I'll come back quickly."

Fang Che was puzzled and asked, "Why are you running back and forth like this? What are you up to?"

Lei Jiu Xiao replied, "It's no secret to Brother Ye Meng. The injury of Senior Meng Mo can't be healed in the southeast, so we've arranged for several directions. Our Yan Mo Jiao is one of them. The last time I went to the southeast was to scout the terrain, and this time, I'm going to see if there's a chance to bring Senior Meng Mo to our side. After all, it's already a priority, and with the presence of Senior Frostblade Sword, there's no chance at all."

"I see. Then you must be careful. The southeast is like a huge quagmire now. It's not easy to get out once you're in."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the reminder, Brother Ye Meng."

The communication ended.

Fang Che furrowed his brows.

It was mid-June now, and next month would be July, which meant Senior Meng Mo was still in Baiyunzhou.

Even if she could leave, it wouldn't be until July.

Why was it taking so long?

And with Senior Meng Mo's strength, why was there a need for Yan Mo Jiao to come and pick her up? Why not just go directly?

There were so many doubts.

Fang Che looked up at the sky.

He sighed.

Senior Frostblade Sword, who was emitting sword intent in the sky, was speechless.

You're hanging out in the sky like the sun every day? Why don't you come down and discuss things with everyone at the Guardian Palace?

I'm so frustrated that you're just hanging up there, emitting sword energy all the time.

You've managed to intimidate them, that's for sure. But if the intimidated party doesn't dare to move, how can we find them? There should be some signs, some clues to investigate, right? Even if you're catching mice, you might not find the mouse hole, but you should at least know where the mouse droppings are, right?

But Senior Frostblade Sword was just hanging up there, high and mighty.

Every day, he was just emitting sword energy.

Fang Che was speechless.

But he couldn't call him down on his own.

This was so frustrating.

...

Jing Xiuyun, Yun Jian Qiu, Hong Erquezi, Zhao Ying'er, and others formed a team of seventy to eighty people and searched through the area again. They reached North City.

They saw the Zhu Clan's manor; the gate had been repaired.

From the outside, it seemed to have regained its former low-key and grand appearance.

But to the team, it felt like the inside was filled with a heavy atmosphere, as if everyone inside was frowning with worries.

"After the Zhu Clan was investigated by Fang Zong, it felt like everyone inside had their vitality severely damaged."

Hong Erquezi seemed to be enjoying the misfortune of others, saying, "I have to say... You guys discovered it, didn't you? Fang Zong is like the Death Bringer Star. Whoever he targets, they're doomed."

At that moment, Yun Jian Qiu, Jing Xiuyun, and Zhao Ying'er all turned their heads, smiling yet not smiling at Hong Erquezi. Jing Xiuyun said with a chill, "Erquezi, you're really brave. You're the first one to dare say that Fang Zong is the Death Bringer Star."

Hong Erquezi quickly tried to please them, smiling, "Sister Xiuyun, I haven't been beaten in three days... I mean, which of the beatings I got was undeserved?"

"Which of the beatings you got was undeserved?"

Jing Xiuyun said, "Wait until we get back, then go and explain to Fang Zong."

Hong Erquezi was about to pee his pants, wailing, "Sister Xiuyun, I haven't been beaten in just three days..."

"Not a single one of the beatings you got was undeserved?"

A single sentence left Hong Erquezi speechless, his head hanging low, blinking his small eyes. He pleaded with a pitiful face, "Please don't tell Fang Zong... You're all good people."

"Hmph..."

Jing Xiuyun showed no mercy to Hong Erquezi. Although this guy had improved a lot under Fang Zong's pressure, he was still a despicable person at heart.

As she spoke, she continued walking forward.

After walking for several hundred feet, Zhao Ying'er paused, looking thoughtfully at the closed gate on the other side, her brows slightly furrowed.

Approaching it, Zhao Ying'er said, "Sister Xiuyun, do you find anything strange about this?"

"What's strange?"

"That gate, during our patrols, aside from when we knocked and entered, it's been mostly closed."

"Which gate?"

Jing Xiuyun was a bit confused. She turned her head to follow Zhao Ying'er's gaze and saw the grand gatehouse, with two massive stone lions standing guard at the entrance, exuding an imposing aura.

But the red-painted gate was indeed tightly shut.

After searching her memory, she found no recollection of it: "This one?"

"Yes."

Zhao Ying'er said, "I've accompanied Fang Zong on six patrols to this area, and this family has never opened their gate. On twenty-one other patrols without Fang Zong, we also never saw the gate open."

"Initially, I thought it was normal, but now, after two days, with such a major incident at the Zhu Family, they have repaired and reopened their gate, this family still hasn't opened theirs. It just feels off."

Zhao Ying'er frowned, "If I remember correctly, this family has a large household, with over a hundred people, including servants and guards, and none of them have had any issues. But if they keep the gate closed all the time, how do they manage their daily needs?"

Yun Jianqiu said, "That's not unusual. After all, such wealthy families usually have ample food reserves. They have granaries, and such a large courtyard is enough to grow vegetables."

Zhao Ying'er pouted her lips, "You don't understand wealthy families. Ordinary middle-class households might grow some vegetables in their courtyards, but these wealthy families have several estates outside the city. Their courtyards are mostly filled with flowers and gardens, not vegetables."

"Even if they have some reserves, they wouldn't be fresh, and such families are not used to eating stale food."

Yun Jianqiu replied, "But with the Nightmare Demons wreaking havoc recently, everyone is afraid to go out. Closing the gate and staying at home is not unusual. Besides, they might not open the gate when we come, or the masters might not go out, but the servants could go out through the side gates to buy things. Who would know?"

"These people wouldn't deprive themselves, right?"

"You have a point," Zhao Ying'er nodded silently.

She then said, "I'll keep a close eye on this family over the next few days to see if anyone comes out."

Yun Jianqiu didn't feel it was a big deal, "Then you, Hong Erquezi, and Jing Xiuyun, you three can form a group and observe from a distance. You can use the tea house nearby. It offers a good vantage point to see the entire area."

"Alright."

Zhao Ying'er agreed.

Although she wasn't very comfortable with Hong Erquezi, he was indeed the most experienced in the recent patrols, including this group.

Yun Jianqiu gave Hong Erquezi a nod and a faint smile, then led everyone away.

So, the three of them went up to the tea house.

"I'll treat, I'll treat."

Hong Erquezi was very attentive.

Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying'er exchanged a glance, both feeling something was off. This Hong Erquezi seemed abnormal, as if he was eagerly waiting for them to do something.

Moreover, when Zhao Ying'er brought up the matter today, Yun Jianqiu immediately assigned Hong Erquezi to them, which was rather unexpected.

It seemed like they had already planned this.

Jing Xiuyun didn't hesitate, picking the most expensive tea and snacks, filling a table.

Then she pulled Zhao Ying'er to start eating and drinking, "Ying'er, don't hold back. Eat and drink all you want; someone's treating us."

She didn't give Hong Erquezi a chance to speak.

Hong Erquezi coughed, forcing a smile, looking very humble.

Clearly, he was waiting for the two women to ask him something, like: "Why are you being so generous today? Is there something you need?"

But Zhao Ying'er and Jing Xiuyun were in perfect sync, neither of them asked.

They were determined to freeload, and if he didn't speak up, they would pretend nothing happened and leave after eating and drinking.

"That... Sister Jing..."

Hong Erquezi couldn't hold it in anymore.

Seeing that two plates of fruit had already been eaten, he wondered how these women could eat so much.

"What is it?"

"There's something I need your help with, Sister Jing and Officer Zhao..."

Hong Erquezi's face was long.

"I knew you were up to no good."

Jing Xiuyun chuckled coldly, "Speak up, what is it?"

"It's... my... marriage."

Hong Erquezi's face was long. "It's just that I have no other choice."

JingXiuyun frowned, displeased, "What marriage?"

"I, I..."

"Aren't you living with the Huang family's widow?"

JingXiuyun narrowed her eyes, coldly, "Erquezi, we've tolerated you for so long, not because you're worthless! It's because Brother Huang passed away early, and the widow Huang had to raise a child alone. It's not easy being a single mother with a strong character who doesn't accept charity. You and the widow Huang living together, and we tolerated it because of her and because you did something decent... we gave you some leeway."

Her willow-like eyebrows slowly arced, "Now, all these years, you've lived off her, used her, and now you want to get married? Erquezi, do you think this is right?"

Zhao Ying'er, hearing this, also couldn't help but frown her brows, looking at Hong Erquezi.

If this were true, then this Erquezi really wouldn't be considered human.

"Sister Jing..." Erquezi's face was long. "Am I really such a person in your eyes?"

"Yes."

A single word nearly suffocated Hong Erquezi.

Jing Xiuyun's cold voice echoed, "Speak up, who do you want to marry? What help do you need from us?"

"I want to marry Huang's sister-in-law..." Hong Erquezi struggled to get the words out, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare ask for your help."

"Oh?" Xiuyun's interest was piqued, and her face softened into a smile. "So, you two are finally getting together? Why do you need help with this? I thought you were already in love for a long time."

"Yes, but Fang Er has never agreed. I also want to settle down with a wife and kids soon. It would be so much easier if we were officially married, but she just won't agree."

Hong Erquezi sighed, "She's always worried about what Huang's colleagues will think... or rather, what you all think. She feels like she's not being a proper wife, that her reputation will be ruined, and it will bring shame to Huang's family. Ah... there are so many reasons, and sometimes she cries in the middle of the night, saying she doesn't even have the face to be buried in the Huang family's ancestral tomb..."

"Then she apologizes to me, saying she's using me to raise a child. Ah, I don't even mind, but she's the one who keeps feeling guilty about it."

Xiuyun sighed, her expression complex and unreadable. "Why is Qin Jie putting herself through this?"

As a woman, she could empathize with Qin Fang's feelings.

Her husband had passed away, and with her ordinary martial artist cultivation, it was almost impossible for her to survive in the city with a child as a single mother.

Hong Erquezi had been helping her daily, and she had silently accepted his assistance.

However, he also felt guilty about holding him back and using him to raise a child. On top of that, there were all sorts of rumors, making the situation even more complicated.

"Is she not worried anymore?" Zhao Ying'er asked, "Is she considering marriage now?"

Hong Erquezi coughed, "She still refuses."

"Then why do you need our help?"

Xiuyun was stunned. Did this guy even know what he was rambling about?

"Well, something unexpected happened."

Hong Erquezi became flustered, picked up his tea, and gulped down a cup. His face turned red as he explained, "During this time, people in our Guardian Palace have been dying one after another. I've been living in constant fear, and the desire for stability and a real home has become stronger and stronger... I've discussed it with Fang Er several times, but she still disagrees. So, I used some methods..."

Ying'er's round eyes widened with curiosity, "What methods?"

Xiuyun clicked her tongue and calmly asked, "You got her pregnant?"

Hong Erquezi coughed, "Yeah."

Ying'er's face turned bright red.

She understood what they were implying.

She glared at Hong Erquezi.

He remained calm and collected, "I just manipulated things a bit. I told her that martial artists like us can't get pregnant, so she shouldn't worry... and then she got pregnant. Now she's giving me a hard time..."

"Oh..."

Xiuyun covered her forehead.

She didn't know what to say.

"So..."

Hong Erquezi hesitantly said, "I had no choice. If I kept dragging this out, I'd never find a wife. Now that she's pregnant, she's a widow with a child... cough cough, please help me out, mediate this..."

Xiuyun glared at him and crushed the last steel-skinned fruit with her hand.

A crisp sound filled the air.

"Boss, bring four more fruit platters! The best ones, with Spirit Energy Fruits!"

Hong Erquezi turned and shouted, "And three more cups of tea! The best Sparrow Tongue!"

"Erquezi, I can only ask, but the specifics will depend on Qin Jie's decision."

Xiuyun stretched and said, "However, there is one person who can definitely make this happen. It's up to you whether you dare to ask him."

"Who?" Hong Erquezi's eyes lit up. "Even if I have to walk through fire and oil, I must get a wife this time. If I delay any longer..."

He clenched his teeth, "I guess it's just not meant to be."

Xiuyun also sighed.

She understood what Erquezi meant.

If even getting pregnant couldn't convince Qin Fang to agree, and she ended up terminating the pregnancy, then Erquezi's eight years of effort would truly be for nothing.

Perhaps it started as a good deed, but after eight years, the situation had changed. If Qin Fang still insisted, Erquezi's heart would probably grow cold.

Xiuyun didn't want to see that day come, so she said, "Fang Zong! Go and ask Fang Zong for help. His word will be more effective than a hundred of ours."

"Fang Zong?"

Hong Erquezi was stunned. "Does Fang Zong... also work as a matchmaker?"

"You really are thinking of death, Erquezi."

Xiuyun smirked, "Do you think Fang Zong can't beat you up?"

"Then why did you say that...?"

"Idiot. Fang Zong represents the Elder Hall of the Guardian Palace! He's the overall leader! Qin Jie is Huang's widow, and Huang was an elder of the Guardian Palace. Qin Jie is mainly worried about what others will say, but with Fang Zong's support, all the gossip will be silenced! He represents the entire Guardian Palace and all its elders!"

As fellow elders, they would offer their blessings; moreover, it would be a grand and glorious event. Additionally, as a woman, Xiuyun believed that this would also be a way to honor the deceased Huang. After all, if they were to meet in the afterlife, countless fellow elders would vouch for her and explain her actions.

"Only then will she be able to let go of her worries."

(End of Chapter)

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