Chapter 1291 - 23: Action Against Wang Anye

As soon as these words were spoken, even the master of the Three Ladies, the Chi Mei Demon Envoy, considered the idea acceptable: "In this case, let Qing Ji carry out this operation. As long as you successfully infiltrate Wang Anye’s side, I will credit you with the first merit."

Qing Ji was overjoyed at once: "Thank you, Master."

After speaking, she began to mobilize her demon skill, and within a few moments, a gray and gloomy mist enveloped her.

Within ten breaths, the mist dissipated, and she had completely transformed.

That ordinary face had been replaced by a refined and gentle one, as graceful as a lotus emerging from water, with delicate eyebrows, slightly drooping eyes, and skin as delicate and white as snow, giving off a fragile porcelain-like texture.

Though still clad in blue robes, she now perfectly embodied the phrase "pitifully fragile," easily arousing a protective instinct in others.

"No wonder Qing Ji, this illusion body technique is used so skillfully."

Lady Jade and Purple Lady couldn’t help but feel a bit envious and jealous.

The guise of Qing Ji definitely tapped into the protective psychology of those noble young masters. She could earn this first merit effortlessly.

And at this moment.

Wang Anye, accompanied by two beautiful companions, had already landed ashore.

He greeted the surrounding commoners warmly and kindly, appearing entirely unassuming.

Now ninety years old, he still looked youthful, with grace like jade, gentle and elegant, and his white robes further accentuated his extraordinary demeanor. His voice was as refreshing as a warm spring breeze, very pleasing.

At a glance, his appearance remarkably resembled that of Wang Shouzhe back in the day, differing only in depth—obviously due to the lack of burdens on his shoulders.

And alongside him, Wu Xue Ning and Wu Yiluo also appeared as youthful women, with charming looks and celestial-like temperament.

After decades, the once unruly and capricious, heavily elite-mannered daughters had shed their impulsive behavior and grown steady and reserved, their eyebrows full of the dignity and nobility of noble wives.

Though they wore simple hairstyles and weren’t adorned with particularly expensive jewelry, their formidable aura still commanded respect.

The three of them walking together seemed like celestial companions descending from the Celestial Palace, envied by countless men and women.

Dressed as a "distressed noble lady," Qing Ji moved stealthily, like an invisible snake, already sneaking into the front row.

Gazing at the tall and exceptionally handsome Wang Anye, her eyes grew even more fervent, akin to a fierce predator observing its prey.

The most adept hunters often appear in the guise of their quarry.

Today, let your Qing Ji sister teach you a lesson~

Qing Ji brewed her emotions, making her gaze more tender and enchanting, then dashed forward clumsily while softly exclaiming, "Young Master An Ye, my life is so miserable~~ My father is forcing me to marry..."

But she hadn’t finished her sentence.

From the crowd behind her, seven or eight women of various appearances rushed out, each depicting pitiful fragility, tearfully shouting, "Young Master An Ye, save me, sob~~ My life is so miserable."

"I originally came from a noble family, but my family fell into disaster..."

"My brother (or father) is forcing me to marry an old man as a concubine..."

"I escaped, risking my life, but now I’m utterly alone and helpless..."

These women possessed outstanding looks and strikingly similar temperaments, their scripts astonishingly alike—each one performing the "distressed noble lady" script!

The women spoke one after another, resembling a lively comedic ensemble.

Among the "distressed noble lady" troupe, Qing Ji was so surprised and bewildered that she forgot her lines. With three distressed noble ladies on her left and four on her right, totaling eight together!

No, there should be more than eight.

Qing Ji, with keen eyes, noticed a few slower movers in the crowd preparing to rush forward, but upon witnessing the scene, they retreated quietly.

"This..."

Wang Anye helplessly rubbed his forehead.

Why does such trouble always appear incessantly?

Behind him, Wu Yiluo and Wu Xue Ning, the two wives, appeared calm and composed upon seeing this.

After all, they had seen similar situations often; the two had become accustomed to them.

At this moment, the "distressed noble ladies" began arguing, each asserting that they were the true noble lady and that the others were counterfeit.

The scene grew increasingly lively.

"Quiet, be quiet!"

Seeing this, Zhuge Liangcai and several patrol squads immediately rushed in, blocking Wang Anye and his wives, reprimanding the group of distressed noble ladies, "No arguments allowed, speak one by one if you have something to say."

Once the scene was calmed down, Zhuge Liangcai wiped the sweat off his forehead and apologized to Wang Anye with a salute: "Seventh Young Master, this is negligence on our part."

"No worries, such things are unavoidable, they all seem rather pervasive." Wang Anye waved his hand warmly, "Handle it as usual, be mindful of the methods, if someone truly needs help, offer assistance."

"Yes, Seventh Young Master."

Zhuge Liangcai saluted in acknowledgment and immediately began handling the situation with his colleagues.

They took out paper and pen, skillfully inquiring and recording while working.