Chapter 134: Regarding the Assassination Mission

"Sometimes, your husband cannot keep the scales perfectly balanced. If I happen to favor one over the other, please do not take it to heart. Although I know you both love me deeply, you must live in harmony. Do not get jealous over a small bit of partiality; we are a collective, and we must care for one another." Having said this, Ye Kun stared at his two wives' pretty faces, seemingly stunned by his own words.

Ye Li and Yan Mu'er were indeed stunned. To think he would talk about us fighting out of jealousy... My heavens, this little bald man has become narcissistic to such a degree! With that attitude of yours, I wouldn't forgive you even if I were beaten to death! Absolutely not!

Ye Kun had no choice but to reward his wives; seeing them sulking like this, he planted a kiss on each of their cheeks. My brother Kun is actually quite masculine when he takes the initiative. Ye Li and Yan Mu'er were blushing furiously from the kisses; this shameless little bald man, actually taking advantage of them. And he didn't feel a shred of remorse!

"But then again, Li'er and Mu'er are truly beautiful," Ye Kun muttered softly. It seemed this was the first time Brother Kun had praised his wives for their looks. Yan Mu'er and Ye Li felt as if they had received validation; their angry expressions vanished in an instant. Look at Brother Kun, coaxing two angry wives with just one sentence; he truly is the most outstanding man.

"Husband, I'll go heat some water for your bath."
"Husband, I'll go prepare some fresh clothes for you."

Watching his wives bustle about, Ye Kun felt genuinely relieved. They could still communicate, and that was what mattered most.

Elsewhere, Dong Ci and Da Ci were discussing how to make the Ba and Ye families feel uncomfortable! But the two had not yet reached an agreement on just how uncomfortable their teacher had meant.

"Dong Ci, you are a student of the Heavenly Venerable of All Evils, how do you interpret this 'uncomfortable'?" The two, having undergone thorough disguises, were now dressed in black and white respectively, crouching outside the Pan family's perimeter wall, whispering.

Dong Ci, wearing a black training suit, said in a deep voice: "In the past, if the Heavenly Venerable of All Evils was uncomfortable, he would slaughter his way to your place. What kind of behavior is it when the Heavenly Venerable of Cihang is uncomfortable?"
"Uh... find an opportunity to have the Heavenly Venerable of All Evils slaughter his way over..."
Dong Ci: "..."

The two suddenly locked eyes. This "uncomfortable" meant slaughter! That’s right, that is the teacher’s logic! But what Brother Kun meant to say wasn't slaughter, but rather a lesson—this matter had to be handled by his younger brother, so that his brother would feel satisfied.

"Do we kill their whole family?" Da Ci asked, puzzled.
"Uh... I don't know."
"How can you not know anything? Aren't you a student of the Heavenly Venerable of All Evils?"
"The 'All Evils' path demands evil. Your 'Cihang' sect claims to be compassionate, yet you've killed plenty of our people."
"How can you say that! That makes no sense!"
"How does it make no sense!"
"Come, come, let's have a good talk about this."

Brother Kun sent you two to do a job, not to have a chat. The volume of their voices suddenly startled the mansion's guards.

"Who goes there! Making such a racket in the middle of the night!" The Pan family's guards were part of the garrison, wearing the standard armor of Taijing and holding long swords, looking quite imposing.

Dong Ci and Da Ci turned to look; their secret infiltration had been exposed! What now? The garrison troops looked at the pair's attire and concluded they were certainly no good.

"Who dares to sneak into the Commandant's mansion at night? How bold! Surrender at once!"
Da Ci whispered: "Look! This is all your fault!"
"If you hadn't started arguing, we wouldn't have been discovered!"

The garrison troops stood there watching the two assassins start bickering. Good heavens, this was the first time they had seen assassins start arguing with each other. Who on earth would send them? "Are these two sick in the head?" The garrison troops, who had plenty of leisure time, were suddenly not so tense upon discovering these two curious assassins.

However, as soon as those words were spoken, Dong Ci and Da Ci stopped arguing and slowly turned their heads toward them. The garrison troops felt their bodies stiffen and their breathing stop the moment they met the pair’s gaze! This was what a "death glare" truly meant.

"I hate it most when people say I'm sick!"
"I hate it most when people say I'm sick!"

The words of Dong Ci and Da Ci were truly worth pondering. But the current situation had taken an unexpected turn.

"Let's make it quick."
"That's what I was thinking."

The two bypassed the frozen guards and went straight to the main gate of the Pan mansion. "Who..." Before the guard could finish the word, he went stiff as a stone. Da Ci said with disdain: "Idiots, would normal people dress like this?!"
"Exactly," Dong Ci echoed from the side.

The two very politely pushed open the Pan family gates, then closed them; everything seemed perfectly natural.

The Pan mansion was, after all, the Commandant's residence, and its size was quite extraordinary. Moreover, the Pan family had lived in Ankang Prefecture for decades, and all their direct descendants lived within. Thus, Dong Ci and Da Ci ran into another problem: where were the people?

"Should we find someone to ask for directions?"
"That seems like a good idea."

No sooner had the words left their mouths than a tipsy youth came stumbling toward them, carrying a pot of wine and reciting poetry. "Cool breeze has nature, autumn moon knows no bounds... ouch!" The youth slammed headlong into Dong Ci's chest.

The youth looked up, his face turning deathly pale, and yellow liquid began to seep from his white robes. The youth immediately knelt: "Black and White masters, I only had a few drinks, there's no need for this, right?"

Dong Ci and Da Ci exchanged a glance. This kid thought they were the Grim Reapers.
"Who are you?" Dong Ci asked in a deep voice.
"J-j-just... Pan Sheng." The youth was trembling all over; he wondered if he had already drunk himself to death!
Da Ci said coldly: "Pan Sheng, take us to find Pan Ming!"

Hearing that they were looking for his father, Pan Sheng's expression changed instantly: "Really?" Damn, how much did this kid hate his father?
"Stop talking nonsense, get a move on!"
"Please, Black and White masters."

Dong Ci and Da Ci quite appreciated such a youth; those who adapt to circumstances are wise, and senseless resistance only shows a lack of flexibility. Pan Sheng was born to a maid and held a very low status in the Pan family, to the point where his name didn't even appear in the family genealogy. Pan Sheng's mother had eventually died in sorrow, leaving him to survive alone. Every day, Pan Sheng faced one thing: being looked down upon, especially by Pan Pingping, who seemed like he would suffer from constipation if he didn't come by to mock him a few times a day! That new sister-in-law didn't look like a good woman either.

"Black and White masters, my father is inside there. It seems Lord Ba is also inside; the two of them are discussing something," Pan Sheng said, pointing toward the back courtyard.
"Keep leading the way, what are you standing there for?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Then we'll take you with us!"
"The paths here are quite complex, please follow me, masters."

Dong Ci and Da Ci chuckled; this kid was quite the smooth talker.