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Chapter Seventy: My Mistake
Lin Feng returned to the military camp, where Lindor rushed over to report.
"My lord, something terrible has happened."
"What is it? Has the demon clan attacked?" Lin Feng asked.
"Li Daye is dead."
"What?"
Lin Feng was taken aback, immediately recalling the day he had met War Maniac in the General's Office. He quickly asked, "Is this confirmed?"
Lindor pointed outside and said, "My lord, Li Daye's body is still out there."
Lin Feng hurried out of the wooden hut and made his way to the Training Ground. There lay Li Daye's body, covered by a white cloth. As Lin Feng crouched down and lifted the cloth, he confirmed it was indeed Li Daye.
"My lord, he has been dead for some time. The brothers found him while on a mission in the primitive forest. We don't know who did this," Lindor reported.
"War Maniac, I swear I will not rest until you are dead."
Lin Feng's face twisted with rage, an aura of killing intent radiating from him. Lindor stood beside him, feeling a chilling dread emanating from Lin Feng that made him feel suffocated deep inside.
Lin Feng ordered that Li Daye be buried properly. Once everyone had left, he knelt before Li Daye's grave.
"Brother Li, the first time you were ambushed and gravely injured was because of me. I, Lin Feng, am truly sorry."
Lin Feng bowed deeply before the grave.
"Brother Li, you were killed because of me, and I have no words to express my sorrow."
Lin Feng bowed again before the grave.
"On that day when I encountered that scoundrel War Maniac, I should have anticipated that he would strike again. I failed to protect you properly, and this... is a fault I cannot forgive myself for."
Lin Feng bowed once more before the grave.
Although Lin Feng and Li Daye were not particularly close, this man lost his life because of a careless joke Lin Feng made. More importantly, his life should not have been lost. If only he had reminded Li Daye to hide when he returned from the General's Office, he would still be alive.
"This is my sin. I, Lin Feng, am sorry for you."
From noon until sunset, he knelt there. Death is irreversible, and Lin Feng felt the weight of his guilt, unable to forgive himself.
Even when he had mistakenly killed someone before, he had never felt such deep remorse and self-reproach.
It was not until the sun set and night fell that Lin Feng finally stood up. After returning to the military camp, he inquired carefully about Li Daye's background and learned that he still had some relatives. He arranged for a generous sum of money to be sent to his family.
"Brother Li, this is all I can do for you now. I will surely avenge you."
Back in his quarters, Lin Feng tossed and turned, unable to sleep the entire night.
The next day, due to the great achievements of the Hengdao Camp Armored Soldier, Captain Shen Jiahe hosted a banquet for the captains and above.
At a quarter past seven in the evening, at Fragrant Tower.
Due to the impending Battle, Border City has become somewhat desolate. Many merchants have moved away in advance. The streets are rather quiet, with Fragrant Tower being one of the few establishments still operating normally, and it appears to be doing quite well.
As Lin Feng stepped into Fragrant Tower, he was greeted by a wave of warmth from the gathering crowd.
“Lord Lin, this way please.”
It seemed that Qiu Fu knew Lin Feng was coming; he personally came out to welcome him and recognized Lin Feng at a glance. Qiu Fu respectfully led Lin Feng into the Parlor reserved by Shen Jiahe.
The Parlor was spacious, adorned with a red carpet, sandalwood tables and chairs, and golden candlesticks, giving it a luxurious feel. Paintings of beautiful women hung on the walls, adding a touch of color to the Parlor.
With the esteemed guests arriving today, Qiu Fu focused solely on his duties as a host. Once all the guests had gathered, Qiu Fu called out loudly, “Serve the dishes!”
As soon as Qiu Fu's voice fell, a group of graceful young women dressed in Palace Attire entered in single file, carrying an array of exquisite dishes. In no time, various delicious meals were served at the table, each plate emanating enticing aromas.
Qiu Fu smiled and respectfully introduced, “Today’s feast is prepared by Master Li himself. Please enjoy your meal, Lord Shen and Lord Lin.”
“Oh? Isn’t Old Li retired?” Shen Jiahe asked, clearly a regular here.
Qiu Fu did not dare to be negligent and immediately replied, “Upon learning that Lord Shen was hosting a banquet, I summoned Master Li back from his hometown.”
Shen Jiahe nodded in satisfaction. He turned to Lin Feng and said, “Lord Lin, Old Li is quite a renowned chef; you’re in for a treat today.”
“Thank you for your kind words,” Lin Feng replied politely with a calm tone, though his mood was not particularly good.
Halfway through the banquet, Qiu Fu approached Shen Jiahe and asked, “My lord, shall we have some music to liven things up?”
“That would be great; just bring in Manman.”
"Rest assured, my lord. Ever since it was known that you had reserved the Parlor, Manman has been waiting for you as well."
With that, Qiu Fu clapped his hands. A woman dressed in a water-green long gown entered the Parlor. Her delicate and charming features made her appear pitiful, instantly evoking a sense of compassion.
As she appeared, Qiu Fu led everyone away and closed the door to the Parlor.
The woman gracefully took her seat, holding a bamboo flute in her hand.
Manman slightly parted her cherry lips, and a soft melody flowed from the flute. Though the sound was low, it was remarkably clear. The tune of the bamboo flute was crisp and distant, captivating all who listened.
As the performance concluded, everyone applauded enthusiastically, showering her with praise.
At that moment, the sound of a guzheng echoed from the corner of the Parlor, like the gentle trickle of spring water, bringing joy to all.
Hearing this, Manman began to dance gracefully, her long sleeves flowing like clouds. Her delicate figure twirled as she spun faster and faster, her attire billowing like green flowing clouds, stunning everyone with her beauty.
After the song and dance ended, Manman breathed lightly, her rosy cheeks flushed with color, deepening the audience's affection for her. She bowed deeply and said, "My skills are lacking; I hope I did not embarrass you all."
"Wonderful!" The captains watched in rapt attention and couldn't help but cheer loudly.
"Lord Lin, what do you think of this girl?" Shen Jiahe asked with a smile.
"Not bad," Lin Feng replied indifferently, still feeling restless despite the lively atmosphere around him.
Just then, a loud crash echoed from outside the Parlor, as if tables and chairs had been smashed.
Shen Jiahe's expression darkened immediately. "Where is Boss Qiu?"
After calling out several times, Qiu Fu finally stumbled in. At that moment, he looked completely different from before; his face was bruised and bloodied, and several of his teeth had been knocked out.
"What happened?" Shen Jiahe asked coldly.
"It's nothing, nothing at all. My lord, please continue to enjoy yourself; I will go take care of it right away," Qiu Fu said, fearing the situation would escalate. After apologizing, he hurriedly ran back out.
Lin Feng was already in a bad mood and disliked the commotion inside the room. "Gentlemen, please enjoy your meal; I will step outside for a moment."
"There's no need for Lord Lin to intervene in such matters..." Shen Jiahe's sentence was left unfinished as Lin Feng had already left.
The parlor was on the third floor. Looking down from there, a group of drunken soldiers were chasing after fleeing maids in the lobby below. Shouts of debauchery and arrogance echoed through the air.
"Hahaha, my lady, run! Come into my embrace!"
One soldier caught up to a maid and began tearing at her clothes in front of everyone. The maid screamed in fright, exposing half of her shoulder.
"Gentlemen, I kindly ask you to restrain yourselves. If you wish to indulge, please return to your rooms. This way, no business can be conducted," Qiu Fu pleaded desperately with the crowd, but no one paid him any mind.
"Get lost, you fat pig! Or I'll take your head!" A burly man shouted before throwing a punch at Qiu Fu. Not being a cultivator, Qiu Fu spat out blood and was sent flying across the room. Fortunately, the man had held back his strength and did not intend to seriously harm him.
Lin Feng appeared just in time to catch Qiu Fu.
"Who are they? Why is Boss Qiu so afraid? He didn't even send out guards," Lin Feng asked.
Qiu Fu whispered, "These people are not to be trifled with. This is led by Lord Wu. Ever since Lord Wu arrived in Dongping County, he has been indulging himself here every day. Sigh... I wonder how much longer I can hold on..."
Seeing the troubled expression on Qiu Fu's face, Lin Feng asked, "Isn't Lord Shen your backing? Doesn't he care? Which Lord Wu are you talking about?"
"I've heard that Lord Wu is the right-hand man of the Twelve Prefectural Commanders. Even Lord Shen wouldn't dare to offend him. He was sent here to prepare for battle against the demon clan, and this Lord Wu has been in Dongping County for five days now. A few days ago, it was fine; everything was happening in the guest rooms. But today, they want Manman to serve them, and..."
Qiu Fu shook his head, revealing his helplessness and sorrow. Lin Feng understood now. Today, since Manman served in Lord Shen's parlor, these people couldn't hold back any longer and came out to cause trouble.
At that moment, a tall and burly man stood up and smashed the wine jug in his hand, shouting angrily, "Get that girl Manman out here to serve me! Otherwise, I'll have my men perform a live show right here in the hall!"
Lin Feng glared at the man, his anger boiling over with murderous intent. The man was none other than War Maniac.
"What a coincidence, Boss Qiu. I'll take care of this matter for you today," Lin Feng said coldly, staring directly at the drunken War Maniac.
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