vantageous. He was not foolish; he knew his greatest advantage over Jiang Wang lay in his magical prowess. He could use magic, while Jiang Wang couldn't, and that was his winning edge.However, the sw...When we came out of Changsheng Palace, the moon was already hanging high in the sky.

Jiang Wuqi was escorted home by a crowd, but he politely declined their offer.

It's fine that he came, but riding back in the sedan chair of Changsheng Palace inevitably invites suspicion.

It was Jiang Wuqian's father-in-law, surnamed Gao, who still sent him to the palace gate.

“Qingyangzi...”

"How"

"It's nothing." Gao Gong said politely. "Please take care."

Jiang Wang didn't say much, bowed slightly, and then left.

Before the spar, Jiang Wuqi had said that this battle was only to confirm their skills, and the outcome should not be spread outside.

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Therefore, the outcome of this sparring session was known only to him, Jiang Wuqi, and this high official guarding outside the hall.

Jiang Wuqi... as expected, extraordinary.

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Leaving Chángshēng Palace, Jiāng Wàng pondered the battle as he walked home alone.

Yes...

In Linzi, he could be considered to have a "home."

If AnAn could stay here for a long time, it would be wonderful.

Even on such a night, despite his fame throughout Linzi as Jiang Qingyang, few recognized him on the road.

Entering the wide and brightly lit Yaguangfang, Jiang Wang suddenly heard a voice —

It's alright, let him go first.

Although the sound was still far away, he could hear it clearly thanks to his excellent hearing.

Interestingly, this is Xie Baoshui's voice.

It was said that it wasn't easy to run into, but I didn't expect to meet by chance so soon.

It seems we still have some fate.

Jiang Wang walked forward for a while, turned the corner, and saw that in a narrow alleyway, a large sedan chair was parked in the middle of the road. Not far from the front of the sedan chair, an elderly man trembled and walked slowly with a cane.

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This alley is a shortcut to Zhengyang Street ahead. It seems that the Xie family's palanquin, taking a shortcut, has ended up getting stuck here.

Judging from the scene before us, it seems that a servant of the Xie family wanted to drive away the old man, but Xie Baoshu, who was inside the sedan chair, stopped him.

You wouldn't expect it, Xie Baoshu, who is usually so annoying, actually has this side to him.

He isn't always a jerk, you know!

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Jiang Wang shook his head and smiled, drawing a "person" character with one stroke and another. Yet, it was more complex than anything in the world. The more people he met, the more human nature he encountered, the more he realized that that single "person" sword style was far from encompassing enough.

Even the Jiang Residence, bestowed by the Emperor, had to be accessed from Zhengyang Street.

Jiang Wang strolled lightly past the palanquin, though the alley was narrow, it wasn't so cramped as to obstruct pedestrians.

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> Just as he walked over, the sedan window was slammed shut.

A not-too-light, not-too-heavy voice rang out inside the carriage: "A lowly person has achieved their ambition!"

Jiang Wang suddenly felt a toothache. Sure enough, it was a misunderstanding after all! This is the real Xie Baoshu!

He turned around in an instant, sword at his waist, and stood before the sedan chair of Xie's family.

He shouted, "Come out here!"

The Xie family's sedan chair carriers wouldn't fail to recognize Jiang Wang. Each of them looked somewhat nervous.

While Xie Baoshu suddenly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, revealing half his body, he glared fiercely at Jiang Wang: "What do you want!"

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He would never forget that after the master's gift, those two scoundrels, Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan Sheng, went to the Imperial Medical Bureau to ridicule him. He was so angry that he almost fainted from anger. If his injuries hadn't been healing at the time, he would have fought them tooth and nail.

Now that Jiang has gone to the Huang River meeting and returned, he even moved into Yaoguang Pavilion, becoming my neighbor!

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He had been feeling deeply resentful for a long time, but because his uncle was strict, he hadn't caused any trouble.

But today when I went back to my house, I was blocked in the alley for half a day. This guy surnamed Jiang just swaggered past me. Isn't this mocking me

Of course, Xie Baoshu couldn't stand for it!

So what if it's the number one inner palace Isn't it still an inner palace

He, Xie Baoshu's outer building, is not a mere facade!

If it were a fight, it would be better known to the world why the inner court came after the outer courtyard!

At this moment, in this narrow alley.

Four bearers stood silently, the sedan chair suspended in mid-air. Xie Baoshu, with an unremarkable appearance, held the sedan curtain pressed against the sedan door, peeking out halfway and glaring down menacingly at Jiang Wang.

And Jiang Wang stood tall, sword in hand, facing him. Behind him, slowly walking away, was an old man who seemed a bit hard of hearing.

A round moon hung in the sky, and the ground was covered with white snow.

What a great scene of an alley confrontation!

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Jiang Wang grinned. "So obedient!"

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With a flick of her wrist, she turned and strode away. She crushed the atmosphere, leaving it in shambles.

Xie Baoshù stood there, his face flushed with anger, veins throbbing on his forehead.

What's this

Are you a three-year-old child？！

I wanted to spit out some curse words, but I'm just too poor in that department.

"I'll curse you until you run out of luck!"

“Oh, luck...”

Jiang Wang, who had already left, turned back with a smile and looked at Xie Baoshu, shaking her head and saying: "You're really lucky! Otherwise, with your strength, you wouldn't even get on the Guanhe Stage..."

He looked Xie Baoshu up and down, shook his head regretfully, then turned and walked away.

No more words were spoken, but that wasn't necessary.

It is said that when hitting someone, you aim for the face, and when scolding someone, you expose their weaknesses.

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At the Grandmaster's ceremony, he was defeated by Chongxuan Zun in a three-on-one fight and left unconscious. This is a shame that Xie Baoshu is too embarrassed to mention.

At this moment, he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.

This alley reaches a fork in the road. To the left is Zhengyang Street, and to the right leads out of Yaoguangfang.

Jiang Wang walked briskly to the left.

Given his current status as a high-ranking official, he was the one who should make the first move. If he didn't act, Xie Baoshu wouldn't dare to attack him on the street even if he had ten sets of guts.

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He certainly wouldn't fight Xie Baoshu in the street. Winning wouldn't be much of an advantage, and losing would just make him look bad.

It's quite enjoyable to bully someone like this.

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Since I'll be staying at Yaoguangfang for a long time, maybe I could consider it as a long-term leisure activity.

Out of sight both Jiang Wang and Xie Baoshu, the old man leaning on his cane had already walked to the right out of Yaoguang Fang.

His cane was gone, his stooped back straightened, a gleam of cold light flickering in his fingers several times before disappearing. Then he donned a cloak and vanished into the night.

Xie Baoshu is really lucky.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that himself.

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When Jiang Wang returned to the mansion, the steward stepped forward: "My Lord, there's an invitation for you."

All the servants in the household were arranged by Zhong Xuansheng. Among the several stewards recommended by Zhong Xuansheng, Jiang Wang chose the most unassuming and practical one. His surname was Xie, his given name was Ping, he was married but had no children, and his background was clean and honest.

"Who sent it" Jiang Wang asked casually as she walked inside.

"It's the Prince's Mansion," the steward said.

Today is quite a strange day.

The Eleventh Prince had just arrived when the Crown Prince came looking for him again.

Could it be that he also wants to see if his first inner courtyard can surpass the outer buildings

Jiang Wang took the invitation and glanced at the time. It was an invitation for him to enter the palace tomorrow morning, so he returned it and said, "Keep it. I'll be there tomorrow."

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“Yes.” The steward put away the invitation and later, he would go to Chang'le Palace to deliver a reply, informing them that Qingyangzi had agreed to visit.

Then Jiang Wang asked, "Is Chongxuan young master at home"

After he moved into his new home, Zhe Xuan also stubbornly came over and occupied a courtyard. He claimed that his own residence was too remote and he didn't want to live in the residence of Marquis Bowa.

The housekeeper said, "He went out at noon and hasn't returned yet."

Okay, got it.

He didn't care about Chong Xuan Sheng at all, whoever suffered the loss that fat man wouldn't suffer any loss either.

Nodded and walked inside.

After the grand ceremony, Jiang Wang could clearly feel that his influence throughout the entire Qi nation was rapidly rising.

Many people and many things require a certain reaction time. As for feedback to Jiang Wang himself, it's like waves crashing one after another.

It's really in the eye of the storm.

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