Why do I have so many masters?

This time, he took extra care, first engaging in some small talk, then mentioning that Xu Sixing's injuries had stabilized and he would likely regain consciousness by tomorrow, to be sent to the Ministry of Punishment. From a friend's standpoint, he 'kindly' suggested that this person might have accomplices and advised using him as bait to lure them out.

After finishing writing, Wang Anfeng carefully reviewed it, ensuring there were no defects, before taking down the birdcage next to him. He fed the carrier pigeon a handful of grains and a scoop of clean water, then rolled up the letter and placed it into the delicate cylinder attached to the bird's leg.

Opening the window, the gray carrier pigeon took off with a flap of its wings, like an arrow leaving the string, and swiftly flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Wang Anfeng watched the carrier pigeon disappear into the distance before retracting his gaze.

With his knowledge of Wuxin, knowing there was such an opportunity, the latter would not let it slip, and as for 'Qiong Qi,' who had set plans twice and remained over a hundred miles away each time, was clearly a cautious person who wouldn't act immediately upon receiving information.

The one or two days of delay, in between, would be his perfect timing to act.

Having resolved the biggest issue, Wang Anfeng felt increasingly calm. After some thought, he recalled that there was an old and a young person appearing together that day, and he pondered if it was merely by chance or if it was their usual pairing.

If it were the former, it would be fine, but if they usually operated in pairs, it might prove troublesome.

Wang Anfeng was just one person; where was he supposed to find a handsome young man to venture with him? Should he, perhaps, ask his third master to come out?

But even the third master could no longer be considered young.

Wang Anfeng murmured to himself.

Moreover, just thinking about the various flamboyant behaviors of his third master, Hong Luoyu, his scalp tingled, and Wang Anfeng couldn't help but shudder, immediately squashing the notion deep in his mind.

With a wry smile, this was the Buddhist way of cutting off worries; cutting off worries.

Buddha, forgive me.

After considering it from all angles, everything else had been settled, except he couldn't find such a handsome young man whom he could trust enough to reveal certain secrets.

It was as if he could faintly hear the triumphant shout of his third master in his ear.

Wang Anfeng twitched the corner of his mouth and threw this thought over to the Heavenly Buddha again. With some worry in his heart but also accepting his fate somewhat, he thought, if it really didn't work out, he could make three specific agreements with his third master; that would be the only way.

It was already noon by now, and Wang Anfeng heard the voices of people calling him from outside, so he set that problem aside in his mind for now. Glancing at the windowsill, he opened the window a bit wider to ensure that when the carrier pigeon returned, it could fly back in on its own, then he pushed the door open and went out.

As he came downstairs, he found that everyone was already there, sitting around the table. Dongfang Ximing's eyes were wide open, talking to Xue Qinshuang about something. As he got closer, he understood that Xue Qinshuang was discussing various delicacies from Jiangnan and the north with her.

The latter was eloquent, each dish was vividly described in her words: what it looked like, its origin, how it appeared, how it tasted, and the various ways to eat it. This drew a bright gleam in the little girl's eyes, radiant like stars, making her wish to grow a pair of wings to fly everywhere under the sky to taste all the delicacies Xue Qinshuang mentioned.

Wang Anfeng realized something and then smiled. Xue Qinshuang had been traveling the world since she was young, fond of martial arts, wine, and food. Naturally, she had traveled, fought, and tasted all over the world. When they first met years ago, he had even received a set of eight famous dishes from the Heavenly Capital from her.

Wang Anfeng's movements paused slightly, his eyes swiftly lifting to fall on Xue Qinshuang's face, his eyes slightly widened in excitement. The obstacle that had just troubled him disappeared like the melting snow of spring.

Enough trust.

A life-and-death friendship, naturally worthy of trust.

As for appearance, Xue Family's Qinshuang had been dressing and acting as a male since childhood, and in male attire, she was handsome enough, elegant enough. Back in the Fufeng Academy, the secret pictorials hidden at the bedsides of female disciples were all 'Young Master Xue.'

There were strolling Xue Shuang, daydreaming Xue Shuang, smiling Xue Shuang.

There were reading Xue Shuang, Xue Shuang practicing martial arts.

There was even Xue Shuang napping against a tree trunk.

All in all, there were thirteen versions, each with thirty-seven pages, all personally drawn by Sister Zhao of the Danqing lineage. Each sold for a hundred Great Qin Tongbao, with honest pricing; more purchases brought more gifts, buying twelve copies could get the thirteenth copy as a bonus.

Almost every girl at Fufeng Academy had a copy, and some even transcribed them into scrolls three feet long to hang in their boudoirs and admire daily.

Xue Qinshuang was animatedly telling Dongfang Ximing about a pastry she tried north of the Luo River, drawing everyone's attentive ears, but suddenly paused in mid-sentence, quickly looking towards Wang Anfeng. Then she leaned back against the chair and took half a step back, eyes wary.

Wang Anfeng blinked in slight confusion, unsure of what had occurred.

Dongfang Ximing looked at Wang Anfeng, then at Xue Qinshuang, bewildered:

"Sister Xue?"

Xue Qinshuang noticed her own behavior, gave a light cough, withdrew her gaze, thought for a moment, then laid her sword on the table, ignoring the odd looks from her companions and the increasingly awkward atmosphere. She said solemnly:

"Hmm, it is the instinctive talent passed down through generations of my Xue Family's main lineage."

"Don't mind it."

......

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings, swept across the sky, then circled a few times above the Liangzhou City government office, retracted its wings, and landed in the courtyard of the Ministry of Punishment. Tie Lin played with the pigeon for a while before taking the letter from the cylinder, unfolded it, glanced through, his expression became more serious, turned around, and walked briskly back into the main hall, handing it to Wuxin.

The latter was handling the information sent back by various Martial Soldiers of the Ministry of Punishment. As for other matters, they each proceeded according to old practices, Wuxin didn't interfere. He now took the letter, glanced at it, and slightly frowned.

Tie Lin asked: "What do you think?"

Wuxin, unaware of the entanglement between Wang Anfeng and Qiong Qi, hadn't noticed anything amiss, thought for a moment, and said:

"A little experimentation would do no harm."

Tie Lin nodded slightly, seemed to think of something, and added with a bit of emotion:

"I never thought, this Wang Anfeng writes you a letter and actually exchanges pleasantries."

"Pleasantries?"

Wuxin looked at the so-called pleasantries, the first sentence on top read, the pastry tastes good, but I don't know where the Seven Flavors Restaurant is in the city? The second sentence, or a shop similar to the Seven Flavors Restaurant, is also fine.

The cold and stern official tapped the table and said:

"This is not pleasantries."

Tie Lin first laughed, then seeing Wuxin's expression, couldn't laugh anymore, only felt a crack forming in his mind's once robust and domineering image of someone powerful enough to crumble city walls with Pure Vigorous Qi, his mouth twitched, and he said:

"Could it be?"

Wuxin nodded, saying:

"He is genuinely asking."

"Yes, it's business."

Tie Lin was dumbfounded for a moment, then felt a sense of disillusionment rising from deep inside, waved and said: "No, no, no, Wuxin, you must be joking?"

"The Divine Martial Mansion's Mansion Master, sends you a secret message."

"It's that Divine Martial Mansion Master, the one who can summon heavenly thunder to strike people a hundred miles away, asking you about these things in a letter, even more strange, if he had asked you where Liangzhou has top-grade weapons and medicines, that would make sense..."

The words were not finished, seeing Wuxin picking up a pen from the side, casually pulling a plain white letter paper, without thinking, he began to scribble on it, writing many terms that 'fascinated without understanding' such as rouge cake, flying swallow sugar horns, and so on, words that made Tie Lin think.

Finally, he even drew a map.

Then he folded the letter, handed it to Tie Lin, and as usual, said lightly:

"Although the other party may not take the bait, we must be cautious, no one else can block it, you need to go personally, and hand him this letter then."

Tie Lin blankly received the letter.

He opened his mouth, that saying from his old Chief Arrestor, teaching him how to draw a map, was not for researching how to conveniently buy pastries, stuck in his throat, couldn't be uttered. But because of the shock, he could not speak, just took it, turned around, and went out the door, looking at the usual street outside, took a long breath, muttered to himself:

"I am the number one arrestor of the Ministry of Punishment, Mansion Master of Fufeng's Divine Martial Mansion."

"..."

"This matter is definitely not that simple, surely it is their secret way of communicating, for example, rouge cake stands for hand crossbow, fifteen coins means fifteen pieces."

"It must be so!"

"So that's how it is!"

PS: Today's update is presented... Hmm, five thousand eight hundred words, split into each chapter, with two thousand nine hundred words each～