R:DSAT Chapter 218 – Playing the Flute Under the Moon

Translated by the Cyrrene and edited by Uhei.

Luo Wei continued without halting the horse, watching helplessly as he was about to leave Yunguan. Wei Lan spurred his horse in front of Luo Wei’s, and barring Luo Wei’s path he said, “What is the matter with you? Leaving the pass?”

Luo Wei saw there was a tea pavilion1 at the roadside, leaped off his horse, and entered the tea pavilion.

Wei Lan tied the two horses to the tea pavilion’s pillars, walked to the pavilion and saw Luo Wei sitting on the pavilion’s railings, gazing at the sky with his head raised. “It’s so late, There’s also no tea to drink here.” Wei Lan sat beside Luo Wei and said, “What is the matter with you? We had better go back sooner, if the eldest young master was to find out, wouldn’t he give you an earful?”  

“Long Xuan’s people went to search Uncle Hong’s residence.” Luo Wei said.

“Will Uncle Hong be alright?” Wei Lan quickly asked.

“It will be fine if the corpse is disposed of,” Luo Wei said, “Lan, it looks like Long Xuan does not want Mingjian Villa anymore.”

“No longer wants?” Wei Lan said, “What does this mean? He wants to kill Ning Shuying?”

“I’m the one who wants to kill this person,” Luo Wei said, “Long Xuan simply doesn’t wish to save them.”

Wei Lan saw again on Luo Wei’s face that relentless ferocity he saw that day while in Northern Yan’s central commandant’s tent. Wei Lan could not help but turn his head and said, “After all is said and done, that man is still Zizhou’s father. Young master should reconsider again.”

“Zizhou is also hoping for his death,” Luo Wei said.

“That is his blood-related father,” Wei Lan said, “If young master really invokes disposing Ning Shuying, I fear that in days to come when Zizhou meets young master again, his heart won’t be completely without a grudge, like it is now.”

“This is how you see it?”

“Wei Lan doesn’t know who his father is. This person has also never fostered me for a single day, but if there is a chance, I would still like to know who it was.” Wei Lan said, “Wouldn’t this be called the ‘innate bond between father and son2’?”

At Wei Lan’s words Luo Wei’s heart suddenly moved. Come to mention it, he also wanted to know who his blood-related father was. Not seeking anything else, he also wanted to know who this person was, and would even be fine with just a glance. “If that’s the case, then I cannot do anything to Ning Shuying yet?” Luo Wei said to Wei Lan, “Then what should I do?”

“How about young master hand over Ning Shuying to Zizhou?” Wei Lan said, “Let Zizhou make the decision himself.”

“Capture Ning Shuying alive?” Luo Wei said, “Luo Tingchao does not even have this capability, all for a Ning Shuying I even have to mobilise the troops?”

Ning Shuying’s martial arts skill was considered deeply divine3 among the Jianghu; Wei Lan thought about it and also agreed that capturing Ning Shuying alive was an impossible task.

“Speaking of Luo Tingchao,” When Luo Wei thought of Luo Tingchao, he could not reign in the killing intent in his heart. “If Long Xuan’s secret recipe was obtained from Luo Tingchao, this person also has no reason to stay alive.”

“Young master will be fine as long as you beware of this person.” Wei Lan could only say this.

“But Luo Tingchao should not betray me,” Luo Wei added, “I had him take a drug. If this person will (work) for Long Xuan, does he not even want his life?”

“When did young master make Luo Tingchao take the drug?” Wei Lan asked.

“When I went to Qilin Villa, otherwise how could I use him with my mind at ease?”

Wei Lan said, “Could it be that he discovered the antidote?”

“Impossible,” Luo Wei said, “It was a drug from the imperial palace, Long Xuan also could not possibly know which kind I had him take.”

The two of them momentarily had nothing more to say, and sat together watching the sky full of stars. It was as if before them was a perplexing riddle–over and over they pondered, continually conjectured, yet no matter what, these problems were inextricable.

“Let’s go back,” At last, Luo Wei decided not to think about it anymore. He pulled Wei Lan to stand up. “We will know when we ask after returning to Shangdu. There’s no need to rack our brains here. If Luo Tingchao cannot be of use to me, then we can just dispose of him.”

“I’ll bring over the horses,” Wei Lan said.

“Lan, you only need to keep in mind that I just care about your safety.” Luo Wei uttered this single remark behind Wei Lan.

“I didn’t have that sort of thought,” Wei Lan went to the pavilion’s pillar and untied the horses while talking to Luo Wei, “Has young master forgotten? Wei Lan is also someone who has killed countless people. I would not think about this issue of the young master killing people.”

“That’s right, it looks like you and I are really quite the couple,” Luo Wei began to laugh, kicking small pebbles under his feet. “However Lan, your life, as far as I’m concerned, is a truly priceless treasure.”

“The young master’s as well,” Wei Lan led the horses over, and watched Luo Wei mount a horse. Then he leaped upon a horse himself and asked Luo Wei, “Would you like me to go over to Uncle Hong’s to take a look?”

“There’s no need,” Luo Wei said, “Uncle Hong should be able to deal with this issue. Lan,” Luo Wei pointed towards the sky. “There is not much of any scenic view here at Yunguan, but the starlit sky here is quite nice. Are (the stars) here much brighter than in Shangdu?”

Wei Lan raised his head and glanced at the sky. He did not have much poetic charm4; after earnestly staring, he finally said to Luo Wei, “More or less, or could it be that there are more stars here than in Shangdu?”

“Let’s go,” Luo Wei was so amused by Wei Lan’s honesty that he laughed out loud. Wind, flowers, snow, and the moon5–were completely tasteless in this person’s view. This kind of person who did not comprehend this inclination and interest just happened to be the one he was especially fond of.

“What are you holding?” At this moment, Wei Lan noticed Luo Wei was holding a piece of green bamboo.

“This should be a shepherd’s flute,” Luo Wei turned the green bamboo flute around in his hands.

“Where did it come from?” Wei Lan recalled that Luo Wei said he did not like music6.

“Picked it up just now from the tea pavilion,” Luo Wei was about to place the shepherd’s flute next to his lips and play it.

Wei Lan blocked him and said, “We don’t know if it’s dirty or not, you should look carefully.”

“I am pretty good at playing the flute,” When Luo Wei heard Wei Lan’s words, he briefly wiped the flute on his clothes before placing it again next to his lips and said to Wei Lan, “You listen for a bit.”

“Will it bother others?” Wei Lan took a look at the desolate main street devoid of people and worriedly voiced, “Everyone has fallen asleep.”

“This place is Yunguan,” Luo Wei said, “Who would mind me?”

Wei Lan stopped trying to advise, and he also felt some anticipation. He heard that Luo Wei was skilled at playing the qin7, and had studied under the once-in-a-generation famously talented Gao Chengfeng. Yet after Luo Wei had lost the tip of one of his fingers, there was not even a single qin in the room, so Wei Lan had not ever heard Luo Wei playing the qin nor ever seen Luo Wei touch any musical compositions. Right now, Luo Wei was suddenly in the mood, wanting to play the flute for him. Wei Lan was not worried that Luo Wei’s flute playing would be unpleasant, but was only concerned that he would not be able to appreciate it.

Luo Wei lightly inhaled and blew into the shepherd’s flute he was holding.

Wei Lan followed closely beside Luo Wei, quietly listening.

The melodious sound of the shepherd’s flute next to Luo Wei’s lips flowed forth. With a simple tone, it was only a minor folk tune of when a shepherd boy set his herd grazing in the pasture. The cheerful, clear sound of the flute while strolling through Yunguan’s treeless main street melded with the crisp clopping of the horse’s hoofbeats–it seemed as if this flute sound had summoned forth a sort of enchantment, carrying Wei Lan into green hills and clear waters8. At this time, a heart tightly wound with worldly affairs, unable to unburden, could obtain a brief moment of bliss within the sound of the flute.

“Did that sound good?” Luo Wei asked Wei Lan after he finished playing the tune.

“It sounded pleasant, but I couldn’t tell what song it was.” Wei Lan said in embarrassment.

“I was just whimsically playing, it wasn’t any particular song,” Luo Wei spurred the white horse he was straddling in front of Wei Lan and said, “I’m not a musician, as long as Lan enjoyed listening,” while Luo Wei was speaking he began playing a different tune on the shepherd’s flute.

This tune Wei Lan could identify as soon as he heard it. This was a tune played in the Great Zhou when a man married his bride. Wei Lan began laughing, yet when he was just about to tease Luo Wei with a few words about why he thought of playing this tune, the sound of the flute playing abruptly stopped. Wei Lan gazed out towards the road ahead and saw Long Xuan riding alone, standing before them.


Hi, sorry for getting this out late! I got too frustrated with crappy internet.


1.茶亭: could also mean a tea shop or a tea stall.


2. 父子天性: the affections between father and son are born out of natural instinct.


3.神乎其神: chengyu used to describe how something is mysteriously marvelous to an extreme degree; originated from Zhuangzi’s “Heaven and Earth” in the line 深之又深,而能物焉;神之又神,而能精焉。(“where one deep is succeeded by a greater, he can people all with things; where one mysterious range is followed by another that is more so, he can lay hold of the subtlest character of each.”).


4.诗情画意: chengyu, literally, quality suggestive of poetry or painting.


5.风花雪月: chengyu referring to certain types of sentimental poetry and literary works, a love affair, or a romantic atmosphere.


6.音律: can also refer to musical temperament or tuning.


7. 琴: a stringed musical instrument, in historical novels usually refers to the guqin. See more about it here.

8. 青山绿水: chengyu which means “beautiful country scenery”, and comes from a set of koan lines in Song dynasty monk Shi Puji’s《五灯会元》.

R:DSAT Chapter 217 – A Vigilant Person

Translated by Uhei and edited by Cyrrene.

The Eastern City of Yunguan is the area where ​​wealthy merchants gathered, most of which are mansions with single-family houses, not on par with the grandeur of the officials’ residences, but at least it looked plenty wealthy to the eye.

    Luo Wei walked into one of the mansions.

    “Master,” the owner of the mansion greeted him; it was Uncle Hong from Ye Xiu’s former stockade. Now Jifeng Fort has become an escort bureau, and just within these few years, it has already made a lot of money. In the eyes of outsiders, Uncle Hong was already a wealthy man with a successful career. However, Uncle Hong glanced at Luo Wei who was standing in front of him, the real owner of the Jifeng Escort Bureau was Luo Wei.

    “Where’s the person?” Luo Wei looked at the house and the walkways around the fake mountain1—it was all quite elegant.

    “In the cell,” Uncle Hong said, “Young Master, please come with me.” 

Luo Wei followed behind Uncle Hong, and only then did he ask, “Uncle Hong, how have you been?” 

“Thanks to the Young Master for his concern,” Turning to Luo Wei, he smiled and said, “This little old man ‘s body has always been tough.” 

“Did that person confess anything?” Luo Wei asked again. When dealing with such a sophisticated person as Uncle Hong, Luo Wei felt saying a single polite word was enough.

    “This person is from Mingjian Villa,” said Uncle Hong, “and on his person is the waist-token of Mingjian Villa.”

    “Was anything else confessed?”

    “Only said that his Second Highness asked him to tell his family’s Villa Master that everything was fine, and tell his family’s Villa Master not to worry.”

    Luo Wei stopped in his tracks, “His Second Highness asked him to pass on words like that?”

    Hong Shu said: “I do not believe it either, but this person doesn’t look like he’s lying.”

The prison cell is built underground, and one would have to walk down hundreds of stone steps to reach it.

    “This is it?” Luo Wei stood at the door to the cell. The stone door was closed, but the stench of blood and burnt meat still came from the crack of the door.

    “This man’s tight-lipped,” Uncle Hong thought that Luo Wei was simply afraid of the goriness, and explained to Luo Wei, “You can’t pry his mouth open without torture.”

    “Open the door,” Luo Wei said.

    The messenger from Mingjian Villa, who had just taken orders from Long Xuan not long ago, was now tied to a high rack. After being tortured, one could not find a piece of good skin on this person’s body and he was holding onto his last breath.

    “Aren’t people in the Jianghu capable of enduring punishment?” Luo Wei looked at the messenger and asked Uncle Hong, “Why is this person beaten to this state?”

    “If we destroy his kungfu first, then this person wouldn’t be able to stand it,” said Uncle Hong in an old-fashioned manner.

    Wei Lan at the back erupted in goosebumps. What kind of prison was this, it is clearly a torture chamber with all kinds of torture tools.

    “Wake him up,” Luo Wei stepped back and stood down.

    A basin of ice water was poured over the messager, and he was startled awake by the basin of ice water.

    “What word does his Second Highness want you to take to Villa Master Luo?” Luo Wei asked when he saw that the man was awake.

    The messenger couldn’t lift his head, so he had to effortfully roll his eyes upward.

    “You don’t know me, it’s useless to look,” Luo Wei said, “Answer my question.”

    “You are the third young master Luo,” Yet the messenger recognized Luo Wei after taking a single look at him.

    “Have you seen me?” Luo Wei asked.

    “Capable of catching,” the messenger said with difficulty, and would take a break when he said a few words, “me in Yunguan, except, except for the third son, there is no one else.”

    “You are not stupid,” Luo Wei said: “What did his Second Highness say to you?”

    “Just say, everything is fine.”

    “Just this sentence?”

    “Everything, wait for him to return to the capital and then it can be re-discussed.”

    Luo Wei paced back and forth in front of the messenger. After taking a few steps, he stopped and asked, “When you left, did His Highness not remind you to be more careful?”

    “He said so,” said the messenger.

    Luo Wei turned around suddenly and walked out of the cell quickly.

    “Young master,” Uncle Hong followed closely behind Luo Wei, “is there something wrong?”

    “This person can’t be kept, melt the body for me.” Luo Wei told Uncle Hong.

    “What?” Uncle Hong immediately said, “We got caught in a trap?”

    “Do things quickly, I’ll go out through the back door,” Luo Wei said, “Watch your subordinates’ tongues, don’t say I’ve been here.”

    “Yes,” Uncle Hong went back to the cell again.

    “Let’s go,” Luo Wei said to Wei Lan.

    Luo Wei hurried out of the mansion through the corner gate, and before he and Wei Lan could walk out of this street, they heard loud voices coming from Uncle Hong’s mansion. The two of them sat atop the horses and looked over, and saw that there were people holding torches up high, and the flames were almost connected into a long winding line.

    “Young master?” Wei Lan asked Luo Wei hurriedly, not knowing what happened.

    “Let’s go first,” Luo Wei turned the horse around, cracking the whip and rushing to the west end of the street.

    Uncle Hong rushed to the gate and saw that the leading general was someone from the Yunguan Lieutenant’s residence, the one who usually followed Vice-Commander Chang Ling around, “General Zhao,” Uncle Hong walked in front of the general, bowed and smiled. “What do you want here today?”

    “I didn’t have any other way,” General Zhao had come here with great reluctance. In Yunguan, who didn’t know that this old man Hong was from the Commander General’s wife’s maiden family? “The people from the Second Highness,” General Zhao pointed to a few guard-like people standing not far from him, “Said that one of the guards under his Second Highness disappeared, and someone saw that it was a man from your3 old escort bureau who nabbed him.”

    “Nothing like that happened ah,” Uncle Hong immediately called out as if suffering great injustice, “Isn’t this someone wanting to make trouble for an old man like me?! I’m just a runner for an escort bureau, dare I stir trouble with a prince or imperial grandson? I’ve lived to such an old age, would I only think of seeking death today?”

    “You don’t need to be anxious,” General Zhao pulled Uncle Hong aside and said, “I don’t believe this is something you would do, but those people don’t agree ah. Look, why don’t we do it this way? You go find your wife, and I’ll be waiting here?”

    “What time is it?” Uncle Hong said, “If I run to find my wife right now, haven’t I lived enough?”

    “Have you finished talking?” Long Xuan’s bodyguard came over and said impatiently, “Are you trying to delay time?”

    “Ol’ master guard,” General Zhao was displeased with these guards. If his Vice-Commander hadn’t told him to listen to these instructions, would he come here to offend people instead of going to sleep at night? “We always have to make things clear to the person involved, right?”

    “The way I see it, you guys are trying to delay the time so that you can destroy the corpse and any traces?”

    “You!”

    “No, no,” Uncle Hong stopped General Zhao who was about to throw a fit and said to the guard: “No such thing, we are all ordinary commoners here, and we can’t afford to say that.”

    “Are you a commoner ?” The guard said.

    “What can this little old man be if he is not a commoner?” Uncle Hong had a smile on his face. “Did milord2 official misunderstand this little old man?” 

“When can we search?” The guard asked General Zhao. Speaking to Uncle Hong, seemed to be detrimental to his standing.

    General Zhao gave Uncle Hong a troubled look.

    “Grandpa,” A little girl ran out of the house, and when she saw so many people outside the door, she was so frightened that she froze in place and didn’t dare to move.

    “Milord officials, please,” Uncle Hong invited General Zhao and others to enter, while pulling the little girl to his side, saying, “Don’t be afraid, girl, these master officials are just going into the residence to find someone.”

    Long Xuan’s guards were the first to enter the courtyard.

    “It’s all done,” the little girl whispered to Uncle Hong.

    “It’s none of your business here, go back to your room,” Uncle Hong said aloud to the little maiden, then walked to General Zhao’s side. Kidnapping the prince’s bodyguard, that was a great crime worthy of losing one’s head. As Uncle Hong was chatting with General Zhao, he was thankful that Luo Wei was vigilant.


1.假山 – Large pointed, free-standing rock that rich people put in their rock gardens. In their courtyards. For elegance.

2. 官爷 – respectful address for an official.

3. 您 – respectful form of “you”.

R:DSAT Chapter 216 – An Actor

Translated by Cyrrene and edited by Uhei.

After Chang Ling had left, Long Xuan saw that the table of dishes was only missing a bit of wine, and ordered a subordinate, “Throw them all away.”

After the servants had withdrawn from the banquet and the central room had been tidied up, a middle-aged man walked into the central room.

“Forego the formalities,” Long Xuan did not allow the middle-aged man to salute, nor did he even raise his eyes to glance at the middle-aged man.

“Your Highness,” the middle-aged man was dressed in the fashion of a person from the Jianghu2. Although Long Xuan had said to forego formalities, this person still knelt down right there on one knee, calling out to Long Xuan.

“How fares the Ning Villa?” Long Xuan asked.

“My Villa Master is safe and sound,” the courier from Mingjian Villa responded to Long Xuan’s query.

“Report to him that I will tell him everything after I return to the capital,” Long Xuan said, “There is no need to worry about Qilin Villa for now.”

After the courier heard Long Xuan’s message, it was as if a weight had fallen off his chest3. He said to Long Xuan with delight, “This lowly one will return to report to my Villa master.”

“Go then,” Long Xuan threw a few ingots of silver at the courier, and said to the courier, “This place is Yunguan. You’d best be careful.”

The courier held Long Xuan’s reward, and after kowtowing to Long Xuan, his figure left quickly in a flash.

After this courier had left, Long Xuan finally showed an exhausted appearance, his hand holding his forehead, leaning on the small tea table4 nearby.

“Your Highness,” Fu Yun, who hurried here from the capital to give Long Xuan Emperor Xingwu’s familial correspondence, carried over some hot tea and several platters of light refreshments for Long Xuan.

“That person has left?” Long Xuan asked.

“He left,” Fu Yun poured tea for Long Xuan. “This slave saw that person leave the residence with his own eyes.”

Long Xuan took a sip of hot tea, and suddenly let out a sigh.

“If your Highness is tired, please rest.” Fu Yun hurriedly said. This sigh from Long Xuan was reminiscent of one belonging to a person who had long been unable to rise from a lower position—not at all easy, venturing to the fullest extent with all his might—heaving out this one sigh made those who heard it think that this sigh was let out with great difficulty.

“Dispatch an additional messenger to Mingjian Villa,” Long Xuan held the teacup in his hand, treating it as a hand warmer.

“Didn’t the courier from Mingjian Villa just leave?” Fu Yun asked.

“That person cannot live,” Long Xuan said, “Dispatch someone to tell Luo Tingchao: Mingjian Villa cannot be secured; have him make preparations as soon as possible.”

“Mingjian Villa will meet with a mishap?” Fu Yun simply5 could not believe Long Xuan’s words; with nothing happening to the Mingjian Villa even after how the Qilin Villa contended with the Mingjian Villa, could it really fail to be secured just like that?

“This time the authorities have appeared,” Long Xuan shook his head while saying, “It’s no longer the petty skirmishes among the people of the Jianghu.”

“This slave will order someone to handle it.” Fu Yun hurriedly replied.

“As soon as possible, that way maybe Ning Shuying can flee in time,” Long Xuan got up and left the central room.

Outside the room, the wind was sweeping up the yellow sand, making it almost impossible for people to keep their eyes open.

Long Xuan handed the tea cup in his hand over to Fu Yun, who was following behind him. “Luo Wei is right here. When all of you walk around outside, be careful, don’t provoke him.”

Fu Yun carefully took the teacup that Long Xuan had only taken a sip from and said, “Your Highness, this time is the third young master angry with you again?”

“All because of Wei Lan, he can hardly wait for me to die,” Long Xuan used his hand to shield his eyes and said to Fu Yun, “I’ll go rest. If there is any news, report to me anytime.”

“Yes,” Fu Yun said and bowed.

Long Xuan walked towards the rear garden.

Fu Yun hesitated for a moment, but still chased after Long Xuan and said, “Your Highness, today this slave brought a theatrical troupe into the residence, would your Highness not want to take a look?”

“You’ll have me watch a play?” Long Xuan turned his head and fixed Fu Yun with a cold glare.

Fu Yun shrunk his neck in slightly, gathered his courage, and smiling apologetically6 at Long Xuan he said, “The kids in that troupe are pretty good, the performance is also good. This slave is thinking, your Highness has toiled much in the expedition this time. This slave wants for your Highness…” before Fu Yun finished talking, he saw Long Xuan walking forward. “Your Highness,” Fu Yun took another two steps.

“Shut up,” Long Xuan uttered a remark.

“This slave will then arrange for someone to deliver the letter.” Fu Yun dared not speak more.

“Make that troupe of actors1 scram,” Long Xuan added.

“Yes,” Fu Yun’s head had lowered until it nearly reached his chest. “This slave will make them scram.”

Long Xuan walked towards the rear garden, but before he even took a few steps, he saw several people kneeling at the side of the path. From their statures they all looked to be youths.

“Hurry and leave,” Fu Yun took a few urgent steps forward, caught up, and said to these people, “Go to the back with the leader of your troupe and wait, I’ll pay you for your services in a bit. Don’t stay here hindering my master’s eyes.”

Several youths rose from the ground in a flurry. Among them a bold one raised his head and curiously looked towards Long Xuan.

“Go on!” Fu Yun urgently shooed away these few youths.

Long Xuan scanned them with a glance, and happened to make eye contact with the youth who had raised his head. After the youth met Long Xuan’s icy-cold gaze that lacked even a trace of warmth, it was as if he suffered a fright, he quickly7 ducked his head back down, and was about to leave with the rest of his fellows.

“Halt,” Long Xuan spoke up again at this moment.

“Stop,” Fu Yun called to these few youths, “Don’t leave just yet.”

Long Xuan walked up to the youth who had raised his head to look at him, stretched out his hand, and lifted up the youth’s chin.

“My Lord8,” the youth strenuously revealed a well-trained smile for Long Xuan to see.

Long Xuan looked at this youth; this youth at first glance bore several parts resemblance to Luo Wei, and was also similar in age. “Is this the reason why you had them come over?” Long Xuan asked Fu Yun beside him.

Bending at the waist, Fu Yun furtively stole a glance at Long Xuan’s expression, wanting to see if his attempt at ingratiating himself had pleased Long Xuan this time.

“He does have several parts resemblance,” Long Xuan carefully examined the youth’s features9.

The youth’s smile was frozen upon his face; no one could smile under Long Xuan’s type of cool, shady gaze.

“As long as your Highness likes it,” Fu Yun fawned at Long Xuan.

“An actor?” Long Xuan’s hand briefly touched the youth’s lips, stained with bright red rouge; this youth had even applied makeup.

“Yes, yes,” this youth did not know what thoughts Long Xuan had for himself; although he was frightened to death in his heart, he still continued to make himself smile.

“Your Highness,” Fu Yun asked Long Xuan in a hushed voice, “Do you want him to serve?”

Long Xuan withdrew his hand, simultaneously turned around, and ruthlessly gave Fu Yun a slap in the face.

Fu Yun was struck by Long Xuan such that his entire body went flying. He did not dare count how many more teeth he lost this time, and he also did not dare wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. He got up, and kneeled upon the ground, not daring to move.

Several youths had long been so frightened they knelt back down again on the ground.

“You dared to compare him to an actor?” Long Xuan’s voice carried a ruthless tone when his temper flared. Fixing his gaze at Fu Yun with his hands clasped behind his back, he said, “What do you even consider yourself to be?!”

“This slave deserves death! This slave deserves death!” Fu Yun kowtowed a few times so hard the skin on his forehead split open, “This slave does not know what possessed him and could not think clearly, begging your Highness to spare this slave’s worthless life! Your Highness, have mercy! This slave will never dare do it again.”

Long Xuan walked until he was right in front of the youth. The youth was backed up against a pillar of the varanda, with nowhere to retreat, and could only continuously implore Long Xuan. Long Xuan stared at the youth; it was not known how many times his thoughts shifted, before he finally uttered a single word, “Scram.”

Several youths scrambled up from their hands and feet all at once, and ran away at lightning speed.

“If you weren’t still of use to me,” Long Xuan glanced at Fu Yun again, “I would definitely take your wretched life!”

A long time after Long Xuan had left, Fu Yun finally relaxed his body, and collapsed on the ground.



1. 戏子: a derogatory term to refer to an opera singer, or an actor.


2. 江湖: literally “rivers and lakes” usually refers to wuxia martial communities.


3. 心里一块石头落了地: stone in his heart had been dropped behind on the ground.


4. 茶几: a very small side table.


5. 死活: although the words are literally “in life and in death” but used as adverb, it is closer to meaning “simply.”


6.赔着: can also mean to make good on a loss, to pay for.


7. 飞快: is “at lightening speed” but sounds very odd in English when used to describe him lowering his head.


8. 爷: a way to address an official, someone with status, or a master, sometimes appended to the end of a title (like 王爷 “wangye”, or 侯爷 “houye”). It can also mean father or grandfather.


9. 眉眼: literally brows and eyes, but is often used to refer to their overall appearance or facial features.


10.狗命: meaning his life is as worthless as a dog’s.

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