I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 560: Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-six: Going to the Appointment

The patriarch is in charge of managing matters related to the family clan or close relatives of nobility, and his duties are clearly distinguished from those of the clan leader.

The former is responsible for internal affairs, and the latter external. Therefore, the role of the patriarch has two main responsibilities: one is to manage the family roll, distinguishing the legitimate and illegitimate members and their blood relationships, and preparing the yearly genealogy. The second is controlling the clan’s legal department, where all clan members who commit wrongdoings can only be judged.

Therefore, the patriarch must be fully aware of the movements of key family members to foresee and prevent potential problems.

Undoubtedly, before the Star Collection Banquet, Tang Zu had already thoroughly investigated Yun Piaopiao’s background.

The union of Tang Cunfu and Yun Piaopiao seemed to everyone like a victory in pursuit of personal interests. Until Tang Luo revealed Yun Piaopiao’s true strength, even Tang Zu had no doubts, but now, Yun Piaopiao’s background looked very suspicious.

“Zhao Lingyan is an abandoned baby adopted by Yun Piaopiao, if Yun Piaopiao is problematic, then Zhao Lingyan must also be problematic. Since she wants you to be the guest of honor, Minister Luo, you might as well go along with her game and investigate this girl’s true nature,” Tang Zu, sitting upright, looked very righteous while drinking wine, but Tang Luo didn’t want to believe a single word.

Let the professionals do their job. If Zhao Lingyan really is a special Wind Media for some power, then who would be investigating whom?

Tang Luo’s ability to gather information only extended to exchanging brief pleasantries with this woman, he had no other strategies in his arsenal.

“What a bother,” Tang Luo muttered under his breath, shaking his head helplessly and continuing to drink wine and eat meat.

The Star Collection Ritual, which began at noon, was fully completed by the evening. Seeing the drunken Tang Cunfu needing help from two maids to move, the guests inferred that it was about time to end the feast.

The world of adults is always tinged with hypocrisy. A warrior of the unity of spirit and intent getting drunk on a few hundred cups of mild wine only signified a polite indication of the festivities drawing to a close. The guests took it to heart and dispersed.

Though musical performances continued and the waiters did not stop providing food and wine, all those who were able to attend the Star Collection Ritual were important characters of at least clan leader status. With the host leaving, who would want to waste their time on music and dance? After all, to the people here, hearing “The Cleansing Heart Tune” after twenty years was an unexpected bonus.

Tang Luo, who believed he had escaped a bullet, was preparing to leave with his master Tang Hongtao when a group of teenage maids stopped them.

The leading innocent and lively young girl frowned slightly, seemingly very discontented with Tang Luo’s eagerness to leave. She curtseyed, “Tang Tianjiao, Miss Zhao has invited you, please follow me.”

A few elders revealed meaningful smiles. Tang Hongtao even patted Tang Luo’s shoulder and then left carefreely.

“Let’s go,” Tang Luo shrugged and said to the young girls.

After all, it was just going to be a song. Surely a “weak woman” wouldn’t cause waves?

The maids led Tang Luo deeper into the Idle Mulberry Residence, and soon they arrived at a side room surrounded by flowers. The aroma could be smelled from afar.

The flowers surrounding the side room covered several acres of land, with thousands of plants. The spiritual soil which could be used to yield thousands of pounds of Spiritual Food a year, was now only used to keep a woman’s room filled with alluring fragrances year-round.

While he had no interest in flowers, Tang Luo sighed, saying, “They’re using spiritual soil just for planting flowers. Such extravagance.”

Delicate women are always expensive. This was true everywhere. This had nothing to do with being virtuous or not. Maintaining beauty comes with a cost.

The maid knocked at the door, and the alluring pink curtains covering the room could be seen along with the intoxicating aroma that made one’s body heat up. Especially when the maid guided him into the room and gently closed the door, it felt as if he was engulfed in a pink Illusion Dream.

The room was vast, divided by numerous hanging pink curtains. Walking through seemed like being caressed gently, on one’s face, shoulders, and hands.

When the curtains finally subsided, leaving only a faint scent, before he could even regret it, another soft touch greeted him.

Walking in such a room felt like dispelling layers of mist. For most people, reaching the beauty quickly was a priority. But for Tang Luo, the pleasure of exploring these curtains was genuinely interesting.

The woman sitting in the inner room watched Tang Luo wander through the curtains, like a child discovering a new toy. She reminded herself that despite his great reputation, this prodigy was still only fifteen. She stifled a laugh, and playfully urged, “Tianjiao, aren’t you coming in yet?”

“What’s the rush? Let me play a little longer.” Tang Luo replied casually, continuing to stroll through the curtains with his eyes closed, like a headless fly in a state of bliss.

The maids waiting outside the door heard the conversation between the two and turned red. Things were progressing too quickly, they hadn’t even started the music yet.

After being abruptly dismissed, Zhao Lingyan was even more shocked. Ever since her debut, every prince she had met was courteous, fearful of any slight negligence. Even if some guests’ eyes were spouting flames, they spoke to her gently. This was the first time she had received such a dismissive response.

The woman with her hand over her mouth was full of grievance, not knowing how to respond.

The room fell into silence, with only the sound of light curtains brushing against the body.

After a while, having explored every corner and bumped into every curtain in the room, Tang Luo made his way to the inner chamber, and without saying a word, he sat in an imposing manner right in front of the woman. He casually surveyed the slightly emotional woman, his intrusive gaze devoid of desire, yet predatory as a hawk, raising fear.

The woman’s heart trembled, she quickly got up to bow, saying, “Meeting…meeting Tianjiao.”

“Sit down, no need to be formal.”

As if he had taken over as the real master of the room, Tang Luo gestured to the woman, comfortably adjusted his cushion to a comfortable position, cocked his head and asked, “Tell me, we’ve never met or known each other, so why do you want to play a song for me?”

After much thought, Tang Luo, who had zero information-gathering skills, could only resort to this most basic method of obtaining information. Because if the other party really was a special Wind Media nurtured from a young age, he would certainly not be able to outwit her. This self-knowledge was still something he possessed.

What was originally a flirtatious scene suddenly became an interrogation. Zhao Lingyan only felt that she had become a prisoner, and her impression of this unreasonable genius instantly went from bad to worse. Struggling to suppress her tears, she answered stoically, “If Tianjiao does not want to listen, he does not have to come!”

In her ten years of being in the limelight, every man had cherished her and treated her as the apple of their eye. If her master had not insisted that she play the piano for you, did you think this miss would bother to favor a mere child like you! Zhao Lingyan glared, holding back her tears and looking at Tang Luo resentfully.