ATPnovel Chapter 33 Rootless Poison
Chapter 33 Rootless Poison
"That's right! This millionaire has no roots!"
"That poison is indeed peculiar."
As a man, Xiao Xuan naturally felt some sympathy for Wan Qian.
After all, Emperor Taizu of Ning abolished the profession of eunuch after establishing the country. If Wan Qian cannot cure himself, he may not have any way to become a eunuch in the future.
"Who would poison him like that?"
Xiao Xuan was somewhat curious, but when he got to this point, Qian Xiaoyou's smile vanished completely.
"I'd like to know too. I'll pay a hefty sum to have it used by my old man."
"Uh... Brother Qian's family is a loving and filial household."
"Hahaha..."
Qian Xiaoyou understood Xiao Xuan's joke, shook his head, and drank the wine in his cup.
"Men can't have money. Wanqian is just like my dad. He's the kind of guy who can't resist women."
The only difference is that my father liked to bring women into the house, while Wan Qian went out to philander, since he already had a shrew at home.
Seeing Qian Xiaoyou's somewhat forlorn expression, Xiao Xuan guessed from his words that his mother must have passed away.
"From what I'm saying, brother, Wan Qian was harmed by a woman outside the marriage?"
"That's exactly right. What's ridiculous is that Wan Qian has had affairs with so many women—from Fuzhou, nearby towns, and other places—that he probably can't find a partner."
"He deserved it."
"Now Wanqian can only hope that someone will come to save him, otherwise he will have to say goodbye to being a man for the rest of his life, which is a good thing."
Xiao Xuan nodded, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.
At this moment, Shiwa gradually regained some consciousness and saw that Xiao Xuan and the other person were still drinking and chatting, which made him admire them.
"You guys can really drink! My fourth brother and I can't keep up with you."
"How about we find an inn so you and Fourth Brother can rest for the night?"
"You can come to my house too!" Qian Xiaoyou said enthusiastically.
"No, no, no." Shiwa waved his hand. "We still have to go back. There are a lot of thieves at the dock at night, and the boat can't be left unattended."
"I'll take you back before the city's curfew."
Seeing that the drinking party was about to end, Xiao Xuan stopped chatting and went straight to ask Qian Xiaoyou:
"Brother Qian, do you know where Wan Qian lives? How do I get there?"
Qian Xiaoyou frowned: "Brother Xiao, are you skilled in medicine? Do you intend to treat Wan Qian?"
Xiao Xuan chuckled and said frankly:
"To be honest, I have been poisoned and need to find a highly skilled doctor to detoxify me."
"This is a big deal!"
Qian Xiaoyou, who had been joking around, immediately became serious.
"I thought Brother Xiao was after the reward. If that's the case, you can stay at my house tonight, and I'll take you to the Wan family first thing tomorrow morning."
"Brother Qian, do you have connections?"
"Yes! Wanqian's son is just like my son, we know each other very well. He told me all the embarrassing things his father did."
"hehe..."
These rich kids are really something else.
...
Half an hour later, it got completely dark, and Xiao Xuan and the others, slightly drunk, walked out of Fuze Tower.
Weighing his wallet, Xiao Xuan clicked his tongue. These rich people really don't get a free meal.
A banquet plus a copy of Fengwentai's monthly magazine cost him a total of 4700 coins, and that was only because the shopkeeper gave him a discount out of respect for the Qian family.
This money was enough for his predecessor's expenses for two months, but Xiao Xuan didn't regret it. He had gained important intelligence and connections with this money, so he was the one who made the profit.
"When you get back to the island, we'll have a good drink!"
"Please be careful, both of you."
It was already late, and it was inconvenient for Xiao Xuan to go out of the city to see them off, so the group parted ways at the hotel entrance.
Then Xiao Xuan followed Qian Xiaoyou, and carried by the gentle night breeze, they walked unsteadily through the streets of Fuzhou.
"Brother Xiao, you...returned from the sea?"
It's a long story.
"Take your time, there's plenty of time... hiccup..."
Xiao Xuan naturally couldn't say too much about the nameless island.
Fortunately, Xiao Xuan in his previous life was a seasoned drinker and had many ways to deal with someone like Qian Xiaoyou. If you keep asking him questions, he won't ask you anymore.
"Tell me about yourself. How come your family is so rich? And you yearn for the martial world? Why don't you join a major sect?"
"Who wouldn't want to? I'd even go to Shaolin Temple! But my dad won't agree!"
Sure enough, once he started talking, the drunken Qian Xiaoyou began to pour out his grievances to Xiao Xuan.
It turns out that although his father, Qian Dafu, had taken seventeen concubines, he had not fathered a son all these years, and only had one son, Qian Xiaoyou.
That's why Qian Dafa tried every means to keep his son by his side to inherit the family business.
Qian Xiaoyou loved martial arts since he was a child, so he asked his family's martial arts instructor to teach him.
He enjoys making friends, and Qian Dafu doesn't care where his son spends his money.
However, there are only two things that Qian Dafa absolutely controls: first, he cannot let his son have a lot of money, and second, he cannot let him leave Fuzhou City.
"Just you wait and see, my dad probably already knows we're drinking at Fuzelou today."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan suddenly felt quite sorry for Qian Xiaoyou.
His father hired a martial arts master to teach him skills, but Qian Xiaoyou was only a fourth-level martial artist. This showed that either the other party was not serious, or Qian Dafu had given him instructions beforehand.
The son is misled into thinking he is capable, but the father does not want the other to have greater abilities than him or to be able to surpass him.
This kind of education, given Qian Xiaoyou's family background, is somewhat predictable.
"Our house is to the left from here."
Qian Xiaoyou stopped at the intersection of a street and vaguely pointed in a direction.
Which door leads to your house?
"Yes, everything to the left of here belongs to our family."
"I..."
For some reason, Xiao Xuan no longer felt so much sympathy for Qian Xiaoyou.
"Which way should we go?"
Following the direction Qian Xiaoyou pointed, Xiao Xuan helped him, who was already unsteady on his feet, to walk forward.
Before me was a manor, its walls stretching as far as the eye could see.
This is in Fuzhou city. To have such a large plot of land to build a house is something even royalty would find difficult to achieve.
The two walked forward for a while and then came towards them several people carrying lanterns. There were servants and maids, and the leader was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but his back was always bent, like a steward.
"Young hero, thank you for bringing my young master back."
The steward smiled and waved his hand, and several maids nearby quickly went up to take Qian Xiaoyou's money.
Although Qian Xiaoyou was somewhat drunk, he was still quite lucid and hadn't forgotten about Xiao Xuan.
"Uncle Lai, prepare a guest room for my friend."
"It's all ready."
The steward said with a smile that he had sent someone back as soon as Qian Xiaoyou sent someone to return the horses.
He even sent people to investigate the identity of the person drinking with Qian Xiaoyou, and naturally learned that Qian Xiaoyou was going to bring someone home.
Xiao Xuan could also sense the caution in the steward's words, but it was only natural for a wealthy family to have many rules and strict precautions.
"Young hero, please."
Xiao Xuan followed the butler to a secluded courtyard. To be honest, Xiao Xuan had never stayed in a room with this kind of configuration before.
"There are maids to serve you in the room, and hot water for bathing and hangover soup are also prepared. Young hero, please get some rest."
While Xiao Xuan was still stunned by this treatment, Uncle Na Lai had already turned and left with a smile.
He navigated the maze-like courtyard with ease, turning countless corners before finally stopping in front of a brightly lit two-story building.
Uncle Lai pushed open the door, rolled up his trousers, and walked up to the second floor, where a middle-aged man was sitting, flipping through a book.
"Master, the young master is back."
"It's good that you're back."
The man turned around. His face was rather thin, and his hair was somewhat sparse, but he looked very energetic and spoke with a strong voice.
"Have you found out the identity of the one you brought back?"