Chapters
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Leaving the Song estate, Li Nuo and Constable Wang boarded Butler Wu’s carriage and rushed to the crime scene. Constable Wang had remembered Li Nuo’s instructions clearly. Upon hearing of a homicide, he immediately came to fetch him without even investigating the details. He had sent a team of constables ahead to secure the scene and personally came to inform Li Nuo. "Faster, faster!" Afraid they would be too late, Li Nuo urged Butler Wu repeatedly throughout the journey. Moments later, in…
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These four elderly gentlemen were all familiar faces to Song Jiaren. They had all taught her mathematics in the past. At first, it was only Mr. Chen who tutored her. Later, however, he claimed she had no talent for mathematics and suggested her family find someone more capable. The other three, wanting to prove they were better than Mr. Chen, volunteered to teach her as well—without even taking the customary tuition fee… In the end, all of them failed to prove their point. After being…
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Early the next morning, when Li Nuo got out of bed, he sneezed three times in a row. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before finally feeling warm. The weather in Chang’an really was unpredictable. Just two days ago it was hot like summer, but today the temperature had dropped without warning—as if autumn had been eaten by a dog and the seasons jumped straight from summer to winter. Grumbling to himself, Li Nuo rubbed his neck. The back of it ached faintly.Maybe he’d slept in a…
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Chang’an. The Pei Residence. Pei Jun lay face-down on the bed, bare-bottomed, groaning one low moan after another. Just earlier, at the Chang’an County Office, he had learned a harsh new lesson: Fistfighting: 40 strokes. Fighting with weapons: 60 strokes. Three people or more? Sentence increased by one grade. Five or more? Two grades. Ten or more? Three grades. For gathering a crowd and fighting, he had just taken ninety strokes. His backside was almost flayed open. The moment his…
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Yunmeng Academy. In one of the classrooms, a military strategy lecture was in progress. The lecturer, a retired general, was passionately describing a classic battle in which the Great Xia army had triumphed despite being outnumbered. His voice was loud and animated, full of energy and flair—but the students below were hardly paying attention. After all, this was Class B, not the academy’s elite group. Most of these students had no real hope of ranking in the imperial exams. Their path had…
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When Li Nuo woke the next morning, his wife was, as usual, no longer beside him. Only a faint, lingering fragrance remained in her place. After washing up and finishing breakfast, he moved around a bit in the courtyard to stretch, then brought out a book and sat down to read. Not long after, Song Jia Ren walked into the courtyard. Spotting him there, she looked surprised and asked,“You’re not going to the county office today?” She’d grown used to him heading out rain or shine—so seeing…
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Li Nuo sat there with a puzzled look on his face.Could it be that while he lacked talent in martial arts, he had maxed-out potential in Legalist cultivation? No, that couldn’t be. Legalism wasn’t martial arts—it didn’t rely on talent at all. The Legalist path, like all the major schools of thought, was built on practical effort. Everyone started from the same line. The more you did, the more you gained. Do less, and you got less. There was no such thing as faster progress due to better…
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Although Song Mu’er ended up sharing half her peach with Song Ning’er, the latter still wore a rather unhappy expression. Li Nuo felt a little awkward. At this moment, he was exactly like a parent with two children who couldn’t treat them equally. No—he wasn’t just like one. Between the two sisters, he did favor Mu’er more. Whatever was delicious or fun, she was always the first to come to mind. Because Mu’er was well-behaved. She had played with a fool like him from the…
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Zhao He stood in front of the screen, listening to the commotion behind it. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously asked, “My Lord, are you all right?” There was the sound of rustling for a while, then silence finally returned behind the screen. That voice spoke again, calm but deep, “I’m fine. You may leave. Just remember what I told you—if anyone else checks the dossiers of Gu Wenhan or Zheng Tianxing, report to me immediately.” “Yes, understood.” Zhao He replied…
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Li Nuo never expected that the unfortunate Master Zheng, who had died so miserably in his own home, turned out to be a jinshi from the 18th year of Zhisheng. Though his rank was low, he still would have received a proper Ninth-Rank official post. So how had he ended up as a mere merchant? That instantly piqued Li Nuo’s curiosity. In Great Xia, merchants held a low social status, while officials—even a humble Ninth-Rank—were still men of privilege and rank. It was hard to imagine anyone…
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