Chapter 3965 — What Exactly Is Going On Between Them
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Kang Jingming was well aware that even with Young Master Xu behind him, using that alone to overawe the other Chongtian Pavilion newcomers had become harder than it once was. They had all found their own formidable backers now, and like Shi Yuda before them, they no longer needed to tread carefully around him.
Unable to keep the Chongtian Pavilion newcomers in line, Kang Jingming could only settle for the next best thing and find ways to recruit followers elsewhere. Originally, because of Meng Jueming, however much his hands itched, he could not reach into the Qingyun Pavilion—Meng Jueming was Xu Lingchong's man too, so would that not be infighting? But now the situation was different!
To his eyes, the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers were now a piece of rich, dripping fat just waiting for him to sink his teeth into. Xu Lingchong's order had come at precisely the right moment.
With such thoughts in mind, Kang Jingming headed straight for the Qingyun Pavilion newcomers' caves, his target clear. He went directly to knock on the door of Murong Zhen's wooden hut.
To smoothly take over Meng Jueming's forces, he first had to win over his two chief henchmen—one was Meng Zhou, the other Murong Zhen. As for Wei Zhao, that went without saying.
And now Meng Zhou was still gravely injured and in seclusion recuperating, so the first target Kang Jingming needed to conquer naturally became Murong Zhen.
"Steward Kang gracing my humble wooden hut in person—truly my humble dwelling shines, a fortune of three lifetimes." Before Kang Jingming, Murong Zhen deliberately put on the demure air of a gentle lady, a faint smile on her lips, utterly enchanting.
Sure enough, this seductive display had Kang Jingming drooling three feet, nearly slavering outright—the very picture of a lecherous pig.
Having been on Cloud Terrace Island for over half a year without knowing what a woman was, an ordinary man before a beauty and stunner like Murong Zhen truly could not withstand the temptation.
Kang Jingming especially: back in the secular world, cowed by the might of Ancestor Xuanchen, he had been able to consort only with that ugly, scar-covered Little Eleven and dared not touch other women.
Fortunately, after being dazzled and dazed for a long while, Kang Jingming at last remembered the purpose of his visit. He forcibly steadied himself, then spoke: "Miss Murong, I have come this time to ask about a matter. If you know of it, I would be grateful for your guidance."
"Say whatever you wish, Steward Kang; I shall surely tell all I know and hold nothing back." Murong Zhen curtsied gracefully. The woman was used to such ways, and this being her own wooden hut, she was dressed rather sheer and scant, and Kang Jingming could not help feeling another surge of heat in his heart.
Licking his lips, dry-mouthed, Kang Jingming said: "Miss Murong, you live in this wooden hut, so you must see clearly what Wei Zhao comes and goes doing every day and whom he meets. Then, would you happen to know what has passed between Wei Zhao and the eldest young lady?"
"The eldest young lady?" Murong Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly. Within the Tri-Pavilion, there was only one person who could be called the eldest young lady—naturally, that was Shangguan Lan'er.
For a moment Murong Zhen hesitated. Kang Jingming had indeed asked the right person: she certainly knew what had passed between Wei Zhao and Shangguan Lan'er, but the affair at Half-Moon Lake in the back hills was not something she could easily tell Kang Jingming outright.
Kang Jingming's backer was Xu Lingchong, and Xu Lingchong had always been Shangguan Lan'er's foremost suitor. If her intention to kill Shangguan Lan'er ever reached Xu Lingchong's ears, what would become of her?