Would You Like to Have a Drink

The leader of the men of sacrifice fell to the ground with a hoarse voice.

 

Skills in martial arts at this point, it would only take one move to know that one was not the opponent of the other party.

 

However, the men of sacrifice’s significance lies here, even if defeated, they have to step over their corpses. (TL: same as ‘the opponent needs to step over their dead bodies before reaching their master’)

 

Zong Luo had no intention of coming to the Beining Mansion to kill people tonight. Otherwise, he would have put on night clothes, instead of walking in so openly and swaggeringly.

 

Suddenly, a piece of clear and transparent jade pendant hung down from his palm, with complicated totems on it.

 

Seeing this jade pendant, both the men of sacrifice and the mute servants couldn’t hide their shock.

 

This was the jade pendant that His Royal Highness never leaves his body on ordinary days.

 

Seeing their reaction, Zong Luo smiled. “Your Royal Highness has said, those who wear this jade, have free passage inside the mansion.”

 

Perhaps Yu Beizhou himself didn’t expect that the jade pendant he casually threw to Zong Luo at the city gate that day would actually be used by Zong Luo here.

 

“This…….” the men of sacrifice were all stunned.

 

In fact, Yu Beizhou did not give such instructions, he only said that if someone wearing the jade pendant comes, remember to entertain him nicely and to take him directly to see him.

 

On weekdays, Yu Beizhou’s accumulated power was thick, and he had a moody and volatile temperament. Zong Luo hardly saw any servants around him, and even the deputy general of the Tianji Army only followed orders on the battlefield.

 

Zong Luo guessed that Yu Beizhou gave instructions, but what specific instructions, even the servants didn’t dare to think too much about it, therefore, he simply just made up nonsense.

 

Anyhow, this jade pendant couldn’t be faked.

 

This was indeed the distinguished guest appointed by His Royal Highness.

 

Seeing their silence, Zong Luo directly stepped forward. “Where is he now?”

 

The men of sacrifice withdrew their swords and retreated into the darkness again, not intending to answer Zong Luo’s question at all.

 

The first rule of being a man of sacrifice was to speak less and do more. If one talked too much, there were bound to be times when mistakes were made.

 

As for the mute servants, it was even more impossible to speak.

 

Fortunately, they were like this, and they didn’t intend to stop Zong Luo, a distinguished guest holding the jade pendant, and only bowed their heads due to shame.

 

In this way, Zong Luo bent down and picked up a fan-shaped palace lantern on the ground, and circled it around here.

 

Sometimes, he also admired Yu Beizhou.

 

He made his own mansion with an oppressive atmosphere, and didn’t even feel flustered living alone.

 

If he guessed correctly, Yu Beizhou at present should be around here.

 

Zong Luo gaze swept around the mute servants, and then looked at the hall behind them.

 

This was the study in the Beining Mansion.

 

Combined with Zong Luo’s previous experience of watching literature and dramas, most of the secrets were hidden in the study.

 

Seeing him push open the door, the mute servant’s expression finally changed.

 

They looked over in horror, which also verified Zong Luo’s conjecture.

 

Creak—

 

The prince in white, holding the palace lantern, gently closed the study door.

 

The bright lantern illuminated the huge study, as well as the simple and unsophisticated breath of furnishings inside.

 

Table case, inkstone, paper and ink, bamboo slips, and a marching map hanging on the wall and a sand table beside it.

 

It looked ordinary and very common.

 

The more ordinary, the more suspicious it is.

 

Zong Luo walked around the study twice, but couldn’t find anything wrong.

 

Remembering the mute servant’s expression just now, he was basically sure that Yu Beizhou was here or in the dark inner room of the study, but he just couldn’t find the switch to it for a moment.

 

Just as he was planning to search and feel around, when he picked up a few jade wares on the table to give it a try, a suppressed panting suddenly came from the depths of the darkness.

 

At the same time, Zong Luo seemed to smell a faint damp scent, along with a rusty odor.

 

He stopped and listened quietly.

 

About a dozen breaths later, Zong Luo finally confirmed that the voice came from under his feet.

 

Now that the location of the dark inner room was determined, it would be much easier to find the switch.

 

After half a stick of incense, a seemingly ordinary and unremarkable surface suddenly sank in, revealing deep and bottomless steps.

 

A cold wind swept in, and with it carried a strong and piercing smell of blood.

 

Zong Luo pondered. He still put down the palace lantern, took a flame fold that could be lit at any time, and cautiously walked down the steps.

 

(t/n flame fold or flame roll-tool for casting fire in old dramas)

 

The further he went down, the colder the temperature was, and scraped the person’s ankles making it ache.

 

Not only that, the smell of blood in the air also became increasingly strong, even to the point where Zong Luo suspected that Yu Beizhou was not insane enough to build a blood pool underneath.

 

Thud thud thud

 

For no reason, Zong Luo, who had always been in a peaceful state of mind, also began to look forward to it.

 

He was about to get a glimpse of Yu Beizhou’s biggest secret.

 

There were so many male supporting characters in the original text, but only Pei Qianxue saw Yu Beizhou’s appearance of falling ill. It seemed that there was a time at a banquet, where he accidentally drank the wrong wine. However compared to the routine illness on the 15th of each month, it was only a drop in the bucket.

 

Finally, the soles of his feet touched the hard ground.

 

Just as Zong Luo was about to ignite the flame fold, a pair of hot hands suddenly grabbed his ankles.

 

In the darkness, someone whispered, “Senior brother.”