The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Tang Rao was just about to ask where his mother was, but before he could get the words out, the old man flatly shut him down.

He couldn't tell Tang Rao anything at all—what on earth had Tang Rao done back then to make the Heavenly Dao punish him like this, making him suffer through several lifetimes of misery?

"If you already knew you couldn't tell me anything, you shouldn't have dangled it in front of me now. Talking halfway then clamming up—are you trying to keep me hanging, or are you asking for a beating?"

Either way, Tang Rao couldn't beat them. He still couldn't quite see through the old man's strength even now. All he could do at this point was flap his gums a bit and enjoy the sound of his own voice.

"Either way, you're not getting anything out of me, so give up on that idea. If you think I'm worth the trouble, you can stay here in the Tang Family as long as you want. I'll treat you with good food and good wine. If you don't think much of me, hey, the main gate's right there. If you want to leave, all I can do is open it for you."

To be the head of a clan in a place like Benevolent Mother Mountain, having ability alone wasn't enough; you needed connections and influence too. Tang Rao wasn't stupid. He had no memory of his past self at all, and yet the man could still talk to him this politely—that already counted as giving him plenty of face. Tang Rao couldn't keep pushing it, so he could only smile for now and thank the Tang Family Master for giving him a place to stay.

"Since you've gone to all this trouble to invite me, I'll stay here for a while. But I still need you to go ask the Tang Family for a clear answer—when exactly can I get in contact with them? And help me ask them how I can find my mother, so I can see her at least once."

These were things Tang Rao was asking the old man to help ask about, so his tone was especially polite.

"Don't worry, I'll ask for you. As for the reply—if I pass the message on and they still don't want to answer, that's another matter entirely. Don't come blaming me or making trouble for me over it."

Of course. Tang Rao wasn't pathetic enough to pin something like that on the Tang Family Master.

"We're both surnamed Tang. For all we know, eight hundred years ago we might've been relatives. I'm not about to do something that irrational."

Tang Rao had done more than his fair share of irrational things in the past and had never once been troubled by a guilty conscience. Why was he suddenly acting out of character today, even trying to pull family ties with the old man?

"Right, your precious disciple and your beloved daughter—I poisoned them both before they went into prison. As a man of my word with a conscience, I feel obligated to go find them and detoxify them."

Think about it: being thrown into prison by your own father, while some total stranger can waltz in and out as he pleases—and said stranger even poisoned you. Wouldn't that make their hearts ache a little?

"I'll have someone take you there."

The old man was straightforward. Knowing he couldn't stop it anyway, he simply agreed, and in doing so he owed Tang Rao one more favor.

Tang Rao was escorted all the way to the jail. Inside, it was deathly quiet. Outside it was clearly early spring in March, but once you stepped in here, it was like walking into a freezer. The cold made Tang Rao shiver several times in a row.

"They're in there."

The cell door was locked, the lock solid and sturdy. Anyone who'd ever dreamed of escaping ultimately sank into deep despair because of this lock.

The man who led Tang Rao over didn't linger. Sensible enough, he stepped back to wait outside, leaving the talking space to Tang Rao.

"Old friends, we meet again!"

Tang Rao's voice boomed, jolting the two who'd been itching half to death back to full consciousness.

That "old friends" was downright ironic to their ears. They'd never once admitted they were Tang Rao's old friends.

"You, Tang Rao, it's you again! Why are you here?"

"It's all your fault! If not for you, we wouldn't have ended up like this. I'm going to kill you, I'm definitely going to kill you!"

Tang Shimei's face had long since been ruined by her own scratching. She'd just been mocked by Yan Moyi for being hideously ugly, and now she had to endure Tang Rao's taunting on top of that. Her emotions were far more explosive than Yan Moyi's.

"Look at you—young people these days always jumping straight to killing. Why not learn from me and be a calm, handsome gentleman? Would that be so bad?"

Tang Rao lightly rested his hand on the specially treated lock. Yan Moyi and the others had already tried this lock several times, and every time they'd failed to open it. The more casually Tang Rao's hand brushed over the lock, the more agitated they became inside.

Their movements were too big; freshly scabbed wounds were tugged open again. That maddening mix of itch and pain made them wish they could just die and get it over with.

"Tang Rao, you promised before that as long as we came back, you'd give us the antidote. You'd better keep your word!"

Yan Moyi's fingernails were packed with flesh shreds and milky-white fluid. He wanted to go head-to-head with Tang Rao, but who was Tang Rao? If you tried to butt heads with him, not only could you kiss the antidote goodbye, you'd probably get played by him again. Wouldn't that be a total loss?

"I always keep my word. I did say that as long as you came back and truthfully reported everything to your master… but to dodge your own blame, you didn't take my words seriously at all. Instead, you tried to dump all the filth on me. When you pull such unreliable crap, am I still supposed to hand over the antidote?"

The one who'd lied was Yan Moyi; Tang Shimei had no opinions of her own and always parroted whatever Yan Moyi said. Tang Shimei was stupid, sure, but for the old man's sake, giving her some antidote and letting his daughter keep her life was fine. As for Yan Moyi, he had to be properly tormented before Tang Rao would be satisfied.

"Did we say anything wrong? If you hadn't plotted against us, would I and little junior sister have ended up with our reputations ruined? It's all your fault, all of this is your fault!"

Even locked up here, Yan Moyi was still that most accomplished senior brother. He believed the old man had put too much effort into cultivating him to give up on him easily. Tang Rao liked to humiliate him? Fine, he'd endure it for now. Once he got out, he'd see how long Tang Rao's sharp tongue could last.

"Right, right, it's all my fault. My lust was too strong; I even drugged my own little junior sister to do that-thing-that-shouldn't-be-done. I was the one who did all the things that should and shouldn't be done, then turned around and bit back, claiming it had nothing to do with you. Wow, your thick skin is really something. Even the heavy cannons of my Kao Shan Sect couldn't blast through it."

Tang Rao picked up a Stone from the ground and hurled it straight at Yan Moyi's face, making Yan Moyi's eyes water with pain.

"You dare hit me?"

With blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, Yan Moyi insisting on talking was already pretty impressive.

"Hit you?"

Another Stone flew over and smacked into him.

Tang Rao was absolutely aiming for him. A mouth that bloody and he could still spew that much nonsense—he was begging for a beating.

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