Chapter 175: The Quilt Tossed in Passion’s Waves

Chapter 175: The Quilt Tossed in Passion's Waves

Lu Mingchao and Lu Yao politely declined Wei Zhou and his sister's invitation to meet up, and they leisurely made their way back to Changxi Village in a shared carriage.

"Hey, Second Brother, is there anything you can't do?" Lu Mingchao asked with great interest, recalling the paper that Grandfather Zhang had crumpled and torn.

Lu Yao brushed off a piece of dry grass from Lu Mingchao's cloak and said gravely, "In theory, there's nothing I can't learn."

"You could ask Xie Yan the same thing," he added.

Lu Mingchao lazily leaned against the soft cushion of the carriage, squinting her eyes. "You're all versatile warriors."

Lu Yao didn't quite catch that. "What warriors?"

"Perfect and all-knowing," Lu Mingchao murmured.

Lu Yao replied, "You're exaggerating."

Meanwhile, Lu Mingchao and Lu Yao continued their casual conversation.

Elsewhere, on a secluded mountain trail outside the city, Xie Yan, alone on horseback, observed from behind the gnarled branches of a dead tree as Tiandong laboriously cleared the road blocked by rocks and mud. Exhausted, Tiandong drove the carriage to the temple without a break.

"Young Master," a voice came from behind Xie Yan, the shadow of a person barely visible among the swaying branches of the withered tree.

"How's the temple?" Xie Yan asked quietly as he led his horse onto the path.

"Just as you expected," came the response.

Hearing this, Xie Yan nodded slightly, then jumped on his horse and galloped off.

Xie Yan had arranged for people to block the mountain road beforehand. Stranded with no help nearby, Tiandong had to clear the road by hand.

It was late by the time the dim light let the carriage through.

When Tiandong finally reached the mountain, he was met with true despair.

After all, Qu Ying had been Sun Zhiye's concubine and had also been with Old Master Sun.

...

The pitch-black night found Tiandong knocking on the temple's tightly shut gate.

Tiandong glanced around nervously, sensing ghosts and wild beasts in the desolate surroundings.

It hadn't seemed so scary when he'd brought the master and mistress here before.

The temple gate opened, and Tiandong, familiar with the place, headed towards the backyard where the guest rooms were located.

A woman's seductive laughter rang out, mingling with a man's heavy breathing, as if...

As if they were...

Tiandong sneered, feeling a wave of disdain.

How lustful must one be to indulge in a sacred temple?

He froze when he realized the sounds were coming from the room ahead.

Sir?

Madam has been down the mountain all day to accuse Eldest Young Master Sun of murdering the second young master, and yet the master still has the heart to indulge in carnal pleasures?

Who is sharing the master's bed?

Tiandong listened intently. Once he clearly heard the other's words, he was struck by lightning, his entire body stiffened, his feet felt nailed to the ground, unable to move. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Concubine Qu.

How could it be Concubine Qu?

Tiandong felt as if something had exploded in his head.

No matter how desperate the master is, he can't go for Concubine Qu!

Concubine Qu was first the second young master's nominal fiancée, and later became the concubine Eldest Young Master Sun brought into the mansion, which was already controversial.

Now, the master has also entered Concubine Qu's tender embrace.

Could it get any more chaotic?

Inside the room, things were heating up, while Tiandong's mind was in turmoil.

Thinking of Eldest Young Master Sun, who was likely already imprisoned, Tiandong gritted his teeth and knocked on the door. "Master, Tiandong requests to see you."

As soon as the words fell, a muffled groan sounded from the room, followed by dead silence.

After a moment, there was rustling.

Tiandong guessed what was happening and knocked again.

"Master, Tiandong will wait in the courtyard's wooden pavilion."

Tiandong deliberately stomped his feet, ensuring that those inside the room could hear clearly.

With a creak, Sun Wude, cloaked heavily, pushed the door open, coughing with each step to dispel the awkwardness.

The scent of powder wafted past Tiandong on the wind, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Tiandong," Sun Wude said, putting his hands behind his back and putting on airs. "Why have you come at this time? Did Zhi Ye have something to say?"

Tiandong held back his disgust. "Master, do you know where Madam is?"

Sun Wude casually pointed to a dilapidated room in the corner. "Where else could she be?"

Tiandong was speechless.

"Master, Madam went to the grievance drum early this morning, accompanied by a lawyer, to accuse Eldest Young Master Sun of intentionally murdering the second young master."

"That is to say, Madam went down the mountain last night."

Sun Wude was shocked and, in disbelief, kicked open the door to the corner room.

Inside the room, there was no one.

Tiandong felt both anxious and angry, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Madam has been away for a day and a night, and the master is completely unaware.

At that moment, Tiandong suddenly understood why Madam had lost her mind.

Yes, she had truly lost her mind.

No sane person would send their own child to their death.

"Master, the Eldest Young Master Sun has instructed me to bring you down the mountain."

"Madam has lodged a complaint, and only you can save the Eldest Young Master Sun."

Tiandong forced himself to suppress his chaotic emotions and pleaded earnestly.

A cold wind blew, making Sun Wude shiver, and a sense of caution rose in his heart. "How am I supposed to save him?"

Is he expecting me to take the blame?

Is it my turn already, so soon after Peng'er's death?

Did I raise a son or the King of Hell, deciding who’s next at random?

Sun Wude instinctively wanted to step back.

But he lowered his foot when he saw Tiandong’s furrowed brow.

Tiandong said, "The Eldest Young Master Sun believes you’ll find a way."

A wave of desolation and despair washed over Tiandong.

Can the master really save the Eldest Young Master Sun?

Probably not.

What about Chuanbo, though?

Could Chuanbo rally reinforcements for the Eldest Young Master Sun?

Tiandong’s words left Sun Wude speechless.

I’m supposed to have a way?

Is my eldest son, who’s like the King of Hell, overestimating me?

"Master, let’s head down the mountain first," Tiandong urged. "Maybe you’ll figure something out after speaking with the Eldest Young Master Sun."

Sun Wude looked up at the pitch-black sky, hesitating. "It’s freezing, the mountain path is treacherous, and there are rumors of wild wolves. Traveling at night might be dangerous."

"Perhaps we should wait and head down the mountain at dawn."

Tiandong was baffled.

Tiandong’s small head was filled with confusion.

"Master, Madam went down the mountain alone at night without hesitation, and yet you..."

Sun Wude slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "No, it has to be Lu Mingchao, it must be her!"

Tiandong was surprised, but not completely.

After repeated failures, he had already accepted that the Eldest Young Master Sun couldn’t compete with Mr. Lu.

Getting the lady to sue the Eldest Young Master Sun was quite a feat.

Sun Wude said, "Three or four days ago, Lu Mingchao and her hunter husband visited the Taoist temple."

Tiandong asked, "Did they meet with the lady privately?"

Sun Wude thought for a moment and shook his head. "Doesn’t seem like it."

Tiandong: Who would believe it if we told them?

"The person’s gone, and the temple’s empty."