60: Widow (please order more)

"Young Master, do you really know who killed Ma Dayuan?"

Back at Tingxiang Water Pavilion, A Zhu and Bao Butong, among others, all showed curiosity.

"You don't need to ask about these. I have other ideas for the Beggar Clan. Bao Butong, Feng Boe, you two stay on the shore and wait for the Beggar Clan members to arrive. Besides that, in the next few days, there will likely be friends from Western Xia coming. You two will greet them for me."

"Young Master, rest assured, we will go now."

Although Bao Butong and Feng Boe were puzzled, they immediately clasped their fists and left.

"Cousin, A Zhu, you two first return to Mantuo Manor and await my news."

Then, Ning Yuan sent Wang Yuyan and the others away.

Meanwhile, Madam Ma, riding in a sedan chair, arrived with Bai Shijing.

The remaining Beggar Clan members had no time to leave before they were surrounded by people from Western Xia.

With the appearance of the Four Evils, coupled with having been poisoned by 'Sorrowful Soft Breeze' beforehand, everyone was captured by the people of Western Xia.

"Boss, what should we do with these people?"

Yun Zhonghe came to Duan Yanqing's side and asked.

"Boss, that Murong Fu just returned to Yanziwu Fort. Last time, he used an evil martial art to absorb my Internal Energy. I can't let this grudge go."

Yue Lao San also said indignantly.

"Hmph hmph, we don't need to take revenge. Since Murong Fu also has a conflict with the Beggar Clan, then we'll pin this matter on him. At that time, the Central Plains Martial Forest will have plenty of people to avenge you."

Duan Yanqing's hoarse voice came.

"Boss is brilliant!"

Yun Zhonghe immediately gave a thumbs up.

"But we still need to find an opportunity to meet Murong Fu and make the world believe that he has cooperated with our First Rank Hall."

Duan Yanqing added... The night wind rustled.

Blowing the willow leaves with a rustling sound.

"Beggar Clan members, you've finally arrived."

Bao Butong and Feng Boe jumped out, blocking the sedan chair and speaking.

Bai Shijing was startled and took a step back.

This caused both Bao Butong and Feng Boe to show a hint of disdainful mockery.

"Hmph, where is Murong Fu?"

Bai Shijing felt greatly humiliated and said with a cold snort.

"My Young Master is at the Tingxiang Water Pavilion ahead."

Bao Butong said indifferently.

"Since that's the case, then lead the way."

At this moment, the sedan bearers set down the sedan chair, and Madam Ma's foot, clad in snow-white boots, extended out, and she leaned forward to step out of the sedan.

Dressed in a plain white dress, with a touch of light powder, she looked quite cold and alluring.

"My Young Master said that he only wants to tell this secret to one person. Only one of you can board the boat, it's up to you to decide who goes."

Bao Butong said, with his arms crossed over his chest and his head held high.

Madam Ma's expression changed slightly, and she turned to look at Bai Shijing.

Bai Shijing's face changed several times, but he dared not meet Madam Ma's eyes, turning his head and saying, "Since that's the case, it would be best for Vice Chief Ma's widow to go up."

"Hmph!"

Hearing this, Madam Ma couldn't help but let out a cold snort, secretly cursing in her heart: Useless trash, just like Ma Dayuan, without an ounce of courage. Compared to Qiao Feng, you're simply miles apart. How could I have fallen for you few good-for-nothings?

If Qiao Feng could have shown me a little interest, I would have parted ways with you long ago.

Although Madam Ma cursed inwardly, she was now in a difficult position and could only remain calm, "Since that's the case, please lead the way."

"Madam, please board the boat."

Bao Butong and Feng Boe moved aside, revealing a small boat by the shore.

Madam Ma's eyes flickered a few times, thinking: Since I came openly and honorably, Murong Fu surely wouldn't dare harm me. I'll go and see what his true purpose is.

Madam Ma was astute. If Murong Fu truly knew the secret of the matter, then his not revealing her secret in Apricot Forest during the day, but choosing to tell them individually, must have another purpose.

With this thought, Madam Ma also calmed down.

Madam Ma carefully stepped onto the small boat. Bao Butong and Feng Boe exchanged glances, and both simultaneously channeled their Internal Energy and struck with their palms. A powerful palm wind swept across, and the small boat shot out across the lake like an arrow released from a bowstring.

"Ah!"

Madam Ma exclaimed, losing her balance, her body lunged forward, and she knelt on the boat, her face filled with panic.

Watching the shore recede further and further, Madam Ma's heart also rose into her throat, her face pale, her entire body motionless, fearing the boat would capsize.

After a long while, the small boat's speed finally slowed down. With a 'bang', the small boat stopped by the shore.

"Finally here."

Madam Ma let out a long breath, then slowly lifted her heavy legs, managed to stand up, and jumped onto the opposite bank.

Then she raised her head and saw a brightly lit pavilion in the distance.

Madam Ma couldn't help but look back; the opposite bank was already in darkness, nothing could be seen clearly.

Madam Ma gritted her teeth, pounded her legs, and began to walk towards the pavilion.

A moment later, Madam Ma finally walked inside.

She immediately saw Ning Yuan standing with his hands behind his back.

"I didn't expect Young Master Murong family, whose fame covers the world, would now deliberately tease and torment a weak woman like me. If this were to spread, I'm afraid it would harm Young Master's reputation."

Madam Ma said with a snort after standing still.

Her voice was clear and crisp, each word entering the ear, very pleasant to listen to.

"Torment?"

Ning Yuan turned around, sizing up the woman opposite him with a half-smile.

Dressed in plain white mourning clothes, combined with a face as cold as ice, exuding an air of sternness and inviolability.

Faint wrinkles were visible at the corners of her eyes, suggesting she was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Her face was unadorned with makeup, her skin fair and tender, seemingly no less radiant than A Zhu's.

"Madam Ma must have misunderstood, from where does the word 'torment' arise?"

Ning Yuan asked with a counter-smile.

Madam Ma saw that the other party did not directly explain, but rather spoke with a hint of mockery, and her heart stirred, giving her an idea.

Murong Fu is also a man. Although he has many beauties around him, my advantages are not comparable to those inexperienced young girls.

Thinking this in her heart, Madam Ma immediately changed her expression.

The faint yellow light from the lamps shone on her face, her expression a half-smile, with a hint of resentment at the corner of her mouth, "Young Master made a weak woman like me travel a long distance, late at night, crossing the river by boat. Is this not intentionally teasing me?"

"I have suffered since childhood, my body is delicate, and now I have to endure the cold wind of the night. Is this not torment?"

Madam Ma spoke with a mournful tone, her eyes sparkling like gems, shining brightly in the dark night, and she said softly, "What does Young Master think?"

"Hahahaha!"

Ning Yuan chuckled, "I invited Madam here merely because I didn't want your good name to be sullied, but I didn't mean to cause you such troubles."

Hearing this, Madam Ma's eyes lit up, "So, Young Master is concerned about me, a widow?"

Madam Ma's heart stirred with anticipation for a moment, her gaze lingering on Ning Yuan.

She secretly thought: Murong Fu's strength is no less than Qiao Feng's, and he is handsome and extraordinary. If I can have him, it can also make up for my regrets.

Ning Yuan smiled without speaking, then slowly sat cross-legged before a small table, "Isn't Madam Ma curious about who killed Ma Dayuan?"

Hearing this, Madam Ma's smile on her face receded slightly, revealing a hint of sorrow, and then she likewise knelt beside Ning Yuan, saying mournfully, "Da Yuan's death has always been a pain in my heart. Of course, I want to know. How did Young Master come to know about this matter?"

As Madam Ma spoke, she slightly raised her head, her peripheral vision assessing Ning Yuan, wanting to discern something from his face.

"How Ma Dayuan died, Madam, you shouldn't ask me."

Ning Yuan said indifferently.

"Oh?"

Madam Ma was startled, then chided, "Young Master said he would tell me who the murderer was, but now you say this. Are you perhaps toying with me?"

"The truth of this matter, I think Madam Ma knows better than I, an outsider, don't you think!"

Ning Yuan extended a finger, pointing at Madam Ma, his expression full of playfulness.

Madam Ma's smile instantly stiffened, her body involuntarily leaned back, she gave a nervous laugh, forcing herself to be spirited, "Young Master is joking, how could I possibly know? If I knew, I wouldn't have to painstakingly search for the murderer."

Although she said this, Madam Ma's expression and even her tone were truly unconvincing.

She had no confidence whatsoever.

"Madam Ma, do you really want me to state it plainly?"

Ning Yuan sighed lightly, reached out and pinched Madam Ma's chin, gently lifting it, "I truly don't want to make you lose face, Madam!"

Ning Yuan spoke with emotion, his finger tracing Madam Ma's pale cheek and her full lips.

At this moment, Madam Ma also understood that it was pointless for her to continue concealing it; the other party truly knew everything.

However, feeling Ning Yuan's slightly appreciative gaze and the movements of his hand, Madam Ma's dormant heart instantly became fervent.

She felt as if she had been given a new lease on life.

She immediately put on a sorrowful expression, knelt and moved two steps forward, leaning on Ning Yuan's shoulder and weeping, "Young Master Murong family, I was also forced. If I hadn't been willing to do it, he would have killed me. How could a weak woman like me be a match for such a ruthless person?"

"I know I committed an ugly deed. If it were exposed, I would probably lose my life. Even if they knew I was forced, they would likely drown me in a pig cage to be buried with Da Yuan. So, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and cover for him."

"Now that I have met Young Master Murong family, I hope Young Master can uphold justice for me!"

Madam Ma leaned on Ning Yuan's shoulder, her entire body seemingly boneless, soft and weak, sobbing softly, her eyes misty with tears, presenting a pitiful sight.

Her chest, beneath her bound clothes, slipped down, revealing a deep cleavage and tender white skin.

Her white mourning clothes were slightly disheveled, making her appear even more delicate and helpless.

"Good, then tell me in detail. I will certainly help you uphold justice."

Ning Yuan calmly grasped Madam Ma's soft hand, patted it heavily, and said seriously.

"It was Bai Shijing and Quan Guanqing!"

At this moment, Madam Ma unhesitatingly abandoned Bai Shijing and Quan Guanqing, pushing all the responsibility onto the two of them.

Madam Ma was very clever. Now that she had Murong Fu as a powerful backer, she naturally wanted to decisively cut ties with Bai Shijing and Quan Guanqing.

Especially since Murong Fu was heroic and majestic, his strength no less than Qiao Feng's, and he was also a great hero.

Since she couldn't gain Qiao Feng's favor, then gaining the favor of such a vigorous and handsome Young Master like Murong Fu was also worthwhile.

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