341: Chapter 139 The Old Days of Third Master Ding 341: Chapter 139 The Old Days of Third Master Ding Indeed, there are not that many chaste and stalwart women in this world.
The young girls from Sea Red Mansion obediently reported to the police station the next day, not uttering a word about what happened the previous night.
They only claimed it was a misunderstanding.
Sea Red Mansion is a legally operated, legitimate entertainment venue, and they are all working hard to earn their living expenses; there is no coercion.
This clearly looked like everyone’s mouths had been sealed with money.
If money can solve a problem, then it’s not really a problem.
Many wealthy people get into trouble precisely because they place too much importance on money; they fail to spend when they should, and spend recklessly when they shouldn’t.
Boss Su was a clever man, but Boss Cui was not quite as smart.
Or perhaps he still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that Wang Yunxiao was just joking with him.
Wang Yunxiao repeatedly asked Liu Xiaohui, and he could see the hesitation in the girl’s heart, but ultimately, she succumbed to reality.
Or it could be said that the government’s two rounds of crackdowns last year had not given her enough confidence.
In her eyes, the sky was still dark.
Even though she mustered the courage to take a leap last night, in the end, she chose to close her eyes and await death, or wait for some noble government official to rescue her from her plight.
“I can’t do anything, so I dare not do anything,” that’s the mentality of most ordinary people.
Compared to her, Old Three Ding’s desire to survive was much stronger.
Crying a river and sniveling, he came to the police station the following evening.
“I want to report to the government!
I want to expose and denounce!”
Wang Yunxiao these past two nights had gone out fully armed with a mask, and Old Three Ding had not recognized him, but that did not diminish his desire to survive.
Compared to the short-sighted, ignorant girl, Old Three Ding, who was from the Jianghu World, clearly had a deeper understanding of the government’s iron fist.
“That damn Leng Nian never had good intentions.
If it weren’t for your lordship’s reminder, I would have been ruined by him!”
“What is your relationship with him, and why does he want to harm you?”
Facing a matter of life and wealth, Old Three Ding no longer dared to keep secrets and poured out all his secrets on the spot.
In the strictest sense, he was also a disciple of the Cuojin Sect, but that was a very long time ago, back when the Cuojin Sect was not yet called the Cuojin Sect.
In the past, Fengshui Masters lacked a clear lineage; they either learned by reading books and came to their own understanding, or they relied on a ‘glib tongue’ to deceive others.
It was mainly because the competition in this line of work wasn’t that intense, and they didn’t dare to aim too high.
Keeping a low profile meant they could get by anywhere, but being high-profile in their efforts could lead to bearing heavy karmic consequences, often ending with a premature death.
This situation continued until twenty years ago, during the time when the old Emperor was still reigning, and the nation’s strength was gradually being restored.
When the foreigners came to attack, these people didn’t dare to let out a fart.
Now that times have slightly improved, they think they’re capable again.
Influenced by Western culture, a portion of the Feng Shui Masters proactively stepped forward wanting to suppress Feng Shui to protect the country and ensure peace.
Old Three Ding’s master was one of the participants at that time, joining with several other renowned Fengshui Practitioners from the Northern Land to form the Cuojin Sect.
They made a great vow to conceal the heavenly secrets, suppress fortune, and help the Dragon Court recreate a golden age.
Then, after twenty years of relentless effort, they completely overturned the Dragon Court.
However, to be fair, it wasn’t really related to them, and the blame couldn’t be placed on them; nor could their efforts be negated based on the outcome.
Leaving aside the matters of the past for now, let’s return to Old Three Ding’s own past.
Old Third Ding was young back then, about the same age as Wang Yunxiao is now.
According to him, it was his lack of talent and poor mastery of skills that led his master to not initiate him into the sect.
In any case, he was not aligned with the Cuojin Sect and had been operating locally in Tianmen over the years, following a civilian path.
While he couldn’t claim to be extremely wealthy, he lived a life of peace and had no worries about food and clothing.
That is, until he took on a significant job two years ago.
Wang Yunxiao had once heard Nurse Liu mention that Old Third Ding had a big benefactor behind him.
The imperial surname of the former dynasty was Xia.
Having sustained a dynasty for five hundred years, the Xia clan members had long branched out.
This was especially true in the Northern Land, where they were flourishing everywhere.
You could randomly grab someone selling straw sandals on the street and, with a look through their family tree, they might turn out to be a descendant of some king.
The surname Xia had long since become common.
But somehow, around the early years of the Longyin era, around the time when the last young Emperor had just ascended the throne, a strange rumor started circulating.
It was said that the main reason the current dynasty couldn’t hold on was that the direct bloodline of the Xia Clan was no longer adequate.
There were intentions in the palace to select young talents from the branches of the Xia clan to assist the new Emperor in ruling the world together.
In layman’s terms, the Emperor was struggling, and it was heard that there was a big-eared, strong member of the main family outside who could fight.
The Emperor was now summoning him to the capital and making him an Imperial Uncle…
This baseless rumor proliferated everywhere at the time, and for the discerning, it was nothing more than a joke, but there were indeed those who believed it.
Back then, in Tianmen Old City, in the Nantong area, there was a local tycoon who was also surnamed Xia.
You couldn’t say he was completely unrelated to the imperial family, since his ancestors started farming three generations ago.
Hearing this rumor, Old Master Xia was thrilled, thinking perhaps his own child had the makings of a great emperor.
Indeed, his child was outstanding, but unfortunately not a boy—it was his only daughter.
If there was anything different about her from others, it was that her date of birth was almost identical to the young Emperor’s.
There were rumors in Jianghu that at the time of birth of the President, the star of Ziwei moved in the heavens, signifying the descent of an imperial star.
As she was a girl, it did not raise suspicions.
Back then, who could have imagined she would go on to gain such power over the court and even seize the Xia clan’s dynasty?
All this was said in hindsight.
When the Xia family’s girl was born, her biological mother dreamed of an Evil Ghost trying to bite her, saved by a Golden Armored Divine Person.
At that time, the Xia Family didn’t take it seriously—after all, it was a girl, which didn’t seem particularly auspicious.
Not until the new Emperor ascended the throne and the rumors spread.
A Feng Shui Master, while selecting a burial site for Old Master Xia, mentioned this event, and with a casual calculation, turned pale with shock.
Then he said to Old Master Xia, your daughter is extraordinary—born on the same year, same month, and same day as the current Emperor.
With Evil Ghosts obstructing and Golden Men safeguarding her at birth, she was sent by the heavens specifically to support and protect the Emperor, a loyal minister and valiant general indeed!
The person who said this was none other than Old Third Ding.
Old Master Xia believed him, and then went around boasting about it to everyone he met, convincing the people in the neighborhood that it was true.
Even the County Magistrate at the time issued an invitation for a meal, making him the talk of the town for a while.
What?
You say a woman cannot enter the court to become an official?
Then you tell that to the President…
to the Marshal of the Northern Land’s army at that time.
See whether her fierce soldiers will feed you peanuts or not.