Chapter 36: The Curtain Rises

At the other end of the long street, Yang Qinghe received his servant's report. He set down his wine cup.

"Young Master," Yang Fu bowed slightly beside him.

"She's finally willing to show her face." Yang Qinghe stood up. "Let's go."

The two walked out of the restaurant. Outside lay the most bustling street in Qingzhou City, bright as day and surging with a tide of voices. Yet as Yang Qinghe walked through the crowd, people involuntarily parted to make way for him. It wasn't because of his luxurious brocade robes, but because of an unsettling aura about him. He was like a snake slithering through tall grass—you might not see it, but you could definitely feel its chilling presence.

Meanwhile, beneath the flagpole.