Chapter 187: The Darkness Behind the First Battle (Part One)
While walking up the stairs, Fang Jie was a little pretentious when he said that he wanted to be low-profile. Since he appeared in Beckon of the Red Sleeve on the first day of his release, he wanted to have a high-profile appearance to make his name float around Chang’an again.
Since there was no news about Fang Jie for about half a year now, many people in the government had been pondering. The excuse that Fang Jie was cultivating in the back mountain of the Martial Arts Academy couldn’t fool everyone. Since not many people knew the truth, people could only have hypotheses and rumors.
Although Fang Jie didn’t suffer during his imprisonment, he realized many things. Only those with big achievements should be low-profile. Those who were still low in ranks should be more high-profile.
How to be high-profile?
There was nothing more high-profile than appearing in Beckon of the Red Sleeve which was an expensive place and doing something that others couldn’t. Clearly, it was extremely difficult to do the second part.
When Fang Jie walked through the door, he already made other guests jealous. Fang Jie was the only person who could make the young, yet prestigious and cold, little boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve come down downstairs, and he was able to flirt with her.
Then, Aunt Xi called Fang Jie up to the third floor, surprising all guests. Since the opening of Beckon of the Red Sleeve, only a few men had the chance to meet Aunt Xi in private.
Fang Jie didn’t learn too much from Aunt Xi. Although he was sure that this woman knew a lot more, he couldn’t make her talk when she didn’t want to.
However, Fang Jie picked up an important clue from Aunt Xi that he overlooked before.
Da Quan and others were members of Shang that was conquered by Great Sui. Although Tie Nu and Ye Xiao weren’t from Shang, they were from tribes in the south, which were close to Shang.
“Am I a member of Shang as well?” Fang Jie thought to himself.
However, the timing was off. When he was born, Shang was already conquered. Also, Fang Jie was sure that he had no connections to the Royal Family of Shang. If he weren’t a member of the Royal Family of Shang, why would a powerful master force a group of people to protect him?
Also, if that powerful cultivation master was a member of Shang, Great Sui wouldn’t have such an easy time conquering Shang.
From Da Quan and Chen Qingshan’s descriptions, it sounded like that man’s strength was almost unrivaled in the world. It felt like even Great General Luo Yao might be inferior.
If that man was a member of Shang, he wouldn’t stand by and watch his country be conquered.
Although a few things were clarified in his head, Fang Jie’s head was still in a mess.
Fang Jie shook his head and threw those troubling thoughts out of his mind.
“Aunt Xi, can you tell me more about Royal King Zhong,” he asked.
Xi Huamei pushed the ashes in the furnace with a stick, and she was silent for a while before saying, “You probably know a lot about him already. Royal Guard Captain Luo Weiran is his junior brother. When you were imprisoned in the Royal Guard, he probably told you a lot about Royal King Zhong. I probably know about the same as him, so I can’t tell you anything new. His life isn’t a story that could be changed, and he didn’t leave too much for the world to know. If you are only curious about him, I don’t have anything to add.”
Xi Huamei had declined to answer Fang Jie several times, and Fang Jie had gotten used to it.
Fang Jie knew that Xi Huamei had no special opinion of him. He wasn’t really connected to her. If it weren’t because of Royal King Zhong, he probably wouldn’t get the chance to sit in her room now.
Fang Jie wasn’t angry and didn’t feel uncomfortable.
This was normal in the world.
When someone was influential and powerful, they didn’t need to worry about others not paying attention to them. If someone was untalented and unknown, why should others treat this person as an honorable guest?
Xi Huamei interacted with people like Spiritual Master Xiao and Huai Qiugong. Fang Jie may seem prestigious in ordinary people’s eyes, but he was still at the foot of the mountain in her eyes.
Therefore, Fang Jie wisely chose not to ask Xi Zhuxin to perform the Dance of Flowing Flower and Water Sleeves. He stood up and cupped his hands while saying, “Aunt Xi, if there is nothing else, I will be going downstairs now.”