Chapter 5: The Severed Arm

Outside Ningyue Ward, Southwest District, No. 72 Wooden House.

The parents of the Leng family were warmly entertaining their guest.

“Qin, my virtuous nephew, long time no see. What brings you here today?”

Leng Senior smiled broadly as he looked at the young man before him, dressed in a white moon robe, handsome and radiant with a sunny disposition, a look of satisfaction evident on his face.

Qin Cang responded politely to Leng Senior’s enthusiasm. “Uncle, I’ve come today to formally present the betrothal gifts. Normally, such matters should be handled by elder family members, but my father has been preoccupied with worldly affairs recently, and my mother is bedridden with illness. I could not find anyone else to send, so I had to come in person. I hope you will forgive me.”

“I see, no trouble at all. Brother Qin, as head of the Qin family, must be very busy with his duties. We understand completely,” Leng Senior said, waving his hand to dismiss any worries.

The Qin family was a foundational clan within Ningyue Ward, while the Leng family was merely a scattered cultivator household living outside the ward. If not for Qin Cang, the young master of the Qin family, taking a liking to their daughter, they wouldn’t even have the privilege to meet him, let alone voice any opinions.

“Yue’er, come see who has arrived. Come out and greet our virtuous nephew, Qin,” Leng Senior’s wife called out toward another room during the conversation between Qin Cang and Leng Senior.

Unlike Wang Chen’s single wooden house, the Leng family lived in a small courtyard consisting of four wooden houses. One served as the living room, another as the kitchen, and the remaining two were the bedrooms of Leng Senior and his wife, and their daughter Leng Yue’er, respectively.

As Leng Senior’s wife’s words fell, the door to Leng Yue’er’s room slowly opened, and Leng Yue’er stepped out, wearing a flowing skirt of emerald gauze.

Her skin was as delicate and fair as freshly fallen snow, her figure tall and slender like a swan. The narrow waist belt accentuated her slim waist, making her silhouette all the more enchanting.

Though modest in bust size, it was neither small nor insignificant, giving an impression that one hand could easily encompass it.

“Master Qin,” she greeted.

“Yue’er,” Qin Cang replied immediately.

However, while Qin Cang’s tone was warm, Leng Yue’er’s was cool and distant, turning the once lively atmosphere in the living room into something awkward and tense.

“Yue’er, what kind of attitude is that? Qin, your virtuous nephew, is your fiancé. Though you are not yet wed, there’s no need to be so aloof!” Leng Senior rebuked unhappily.

Leng Yue’er remained silent, quietly sitting opposite Qin Cang as if she hadn’t heard her father’s words.

This only darkened Leng Senior’s expression further.

Finally, Qin Cang spoke to smooth things over. “Uncle, it’s nothing serious. Yue’er is simply not in high spirits. There’s no need to blame her.”

“It’s my fault for spoiling my daughter. Please forgive me, virtuous nephew,” Leng Senior said politely.

The two sides exchanged courteous words before discussing the marriage arrangements. Although cultivators had distanced themselves from mundane affairs, they still held to the traditions of parental arrangements and matchmakers.

Though it was their own marriage being arranged, Leng Yue’er had no say throughout the entire discussion.

Neither Leng Senior nor Qin Cang once asked for her opinion.

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Soon, by mutual agreement, the wedding date was set for the tenth day of the next month.

After completing the formalities, Qin Cang took his leave, citing preparations for the wedding.

Once Qin Cang had left, Leng Senior returned to the living room, looking at Leng Yue’er, who still wore a cold expression, and sighed.

“Yue’er, do you blame your father?”

“No,” Leng Yue’er shook her head slightly, though a flicker of reminiscence flashed in her eyes.

She seemed to see two children playing by the banks of the Hanjiang River.

“Xiao Chenzi, you must marry me one day and treat me well, do you understand?”

The little boy nodded seriously.

“I understand, Yue’er!”

Seeing his daughter like this, Leng Senior shook his head helplessly and said no more.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Leng household, Qin Cang immediately boarded one or two horse-drawn carriages.

The carriage was pulled by a dragon horse, a rare beast said to carry a trace of dragon bloodline.

Surrounded by six guards, the carriage passed through the outer ward, and cultivators respectfully gave way.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from a nearby alley and blocked the carriage.

“Master Qin!”

The carriage halted instantly, and a cold voice came from inside.

“What is it?”

Upon hearing this, the figure blocking the way quickly stood up, ran alongside the carriage, and whispered something.

The next moment, a sharp reprimand rang out from within the carriage.

“Useless! You can’t even handle such a trivial matter. Why do I keep you?”

At the command, a guard moved swiftly, and with a flash of steel, one of Li Qing’s arms was severed.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream echoed. Spectators nearby were shocked, then lowered their heads and hurried away.

Though fighting was forbidden within the ward market, this was the outer ward, and the Qin family was doing the striking. Such rules were meant only to restrain the weak.

“Master Qin, please spare me! It wasn’t my fault; that scoundrel suddenly saw the light. I had no control over him,” Li Qing begged.

“Master Qin, please!” Li Qing’s face went pale as he recounted the story, his body trembling, as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Hmph! If he won’t go, then collect the spirit stones from him!” Qin Cang’s cold voice came from inside the carriage.

“He’s a gambler, so owing the gambling house spirit stones is only natural.”

“If the gambling house comes to collect debts and he refuses, break both his legs and expel him from the ward.”

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered.

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