Chaotic World Book
Chapter 161 - 157 Aunt and Uncle

Chapter 161: Chapter 157 Aunt and Uncle

Sisi wasn’t scared of Tang Wanzhuang at all. Up to now, she hadn’t shown her true face, and once she turned her head, she wouldn’t know who was who. Scared of her? Yeah right!

She was full of irritation—why did she go through all the trouble of neatly wrapping the bandages, only for Tang Wanzhuang to carelessly slash them away and then accuse her of blind wrapping? The Tang family’s benefactor had been lying on the bed for so long, and if Wanzhuang knew how to treat injuries, why didn’t she do it herself? Someone else does it, and she says it’s no good. What, is she so remarkable and aloof?

Seeing Sisi puff up with anger, Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips, and for once she couldn’t immediately find a way to refute her.

Although it appeared as if Sisi had done almost nothing in the battle, who knew how much she contributed behind the scenes. Honestly, even behind the scenes she hadn’t done much—just assisting Zhao Changhe was theoretically enough to be considered a benefactor to the Tang family on this occasion, so Tang Wanzhuang really had no right to be angry with her.

But to help Zhao Changhe apply the...

Tang Wanzhuang hesitated.

She wasn’t as free-spirited as Sisi, and besides... besides, there were certain matters between her and Zhao Changhe’s status that were both tacitly trying to shake off. Wouldn’t applying the medicine possibly lead to losing control?

Tang Wanzhuang really couldn’t go through with it and said to Sisi with some apology, "Wanzhuang really isn’t quite at liberty to do this, since you are Mister Zhao’s maid, could you please..."

Sisi stomped her foot, "You’re celebrated for your wisdom, but at this point, even Tang Buqi probably knows I’m a fake maid!"

Tang Wanzhuang was puzzled, "?"

She was new to all these matters and still had a lot to learn, how could she know about this... Come to think of it, if you’re not a maid, what were you doing just now?

Watching the two women stare each other down, Zhao Changhe finally couldn’t help but laugh: "Sisi, don’t make it hard for the grandmaster..."

Sisi was even less good-tempered, "Oh, oh, oh, we’re both unmarried girls, but I should accompany you in this and that, while she gets to play the pure and lofty virgin? She’s still an old auntie for heaven’s sake. What’s she playing at?!"

"Where did that come from..." Zhao Changhe looked at the rarely embarrassed Tang Wanzhuang and actually approved in his heart—it wasn’t easy to catch her off-guard, and Sisi had done an incredible job. But he couldn’t say that outright, so he tried to smooth things over: "I’m not that familiar with the grandmaster; it’s nothing more than official interaction, while you are the comrade who fought side by side with me."

Sisi blinked her eyes. Hmph... quite the smooth talker.

She snorted and purposely said, "Official interaction? Then how come you call Mister Tang ’dear nephew’ so affectionately? Doesn’t sound much like official interaction to me."

Tang Wanzhuang glanced at Zhao Changhe, her face expressionless.

Now it was Zhao Changhe’s turn to be utterly embarrassed, "That... was just a joke, a joke..."

Sisi spoke lazily, "Those who treat you well, in your heart, you think them loose, not worthy of respect. Those who put on airs, you think of them as pure and offer them more respect. I’m not a fool. You two just go be honorable together. I want to see if the one willing to treat your injuries is a loose woman or a pure grandmaster."

After speaking, she turned around and walked out the door, closing it behind her with a "bang."

Inside the room, Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang looked at each other. Tang Wanzhuang was completely clueless about who Sisi was and thought it was jealousy, but Zhao Changhe quickly understood what was really upsetting the girl.

It seemed his obvious respect for Tang Wanzhuang had struck a nerve with her. She must have been thinking about what exactly she had been doing since they met—all her ’tofu’ was eaten without the other party even feeling it was deserved. If I had known you liked this, wouldn’t I be able to play the part? It made her feel cheap—the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

But she hadn’t clarified her own story up to now, so what was he supposed to think...

Yet he heard Tang Wanzhuang let out a sigh, "Has the girl misunderstood something? Should I go explain?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head, "No need, it’s not a misunderstanding... It’s just that the way people connect is truly strange. All right, just leave the medicine there; my injury is mainly on the front so I can apply it myself. I’m not so delicate as to need delicate care."

For some reason... maybe because Sisi had left and it wasn’t so awkward, or perhaps Zhao Changhe’s natural demeanor made Tang Wanzhuang also feel at ease. At this moment, she naturally picked up some medicine and applied it to the most severe injury on Zhao Changhe’s shoulder.

Zhao Changhe was taken aback but didn’t say anything. Actually, if it weren’t for the gender awkwardness, this was very normal. To speak would be to acknowledge the awkwardness.

He thought for a moment and instead brought up another topic: "With regards to the incidents in Yangzhou and Gusu, I’ve done enough as a secret agent for the Demon Suppression Department, haven’t I?"

Tang Wanzhuang chuckled lightly, "No secret agent has made greater contributions than you have in recent years... How long have you been in Jiangnan, and what level of cases have you thwarted? If that’s not enough, then nothing else is."

"Dragon Sparrow and the Six Harmonies Divine Skill are the rewards for my efforts, so don’t bring up this topic with me again. The Jade Token is on that table over there, take it back, I’m not playing this game anymore."

Tang Wanzhuang was astonished, "This token is very useful to you, power without responsibility, why would you return it to me?"

"I’m not sure if it’s a bit of fate... I used to wander the Worldly Society freely, enjoying all it had to offer. Ever since I took up your token, all I’ve been doing is solving cases, it’s really bizarre. Although it’s interesting, it’s nice to do it once in a while, but I really don’t want to keep investigating cases, it’s exhausting."

Tang Wanzhuang couldn’t help but laugh silently, "Because you went down to Jiangnan and planned to target the Maitreya Sect, and since the Maitreya Sect conducts its affairs in Jiangnan secretly, it’s naturally like solving cases everywhere. What fate are you talking about? Keep the token, if the mysterious cases continue, you can just smash the token to break the so-called fate."

Zhao Changhe was delighted, "Well, that’s settled then."

"In the end, you just don’t like being restrained."

"Maybe."

Tang Wanzhuang thoughtfully applied her medicine for a while and then said, "Speaking of Dragon Sparrow... Now that the power of Dragon Sparrow has been revealed, people with intentions like Maitreya or even my brother will probably know what kind of sword this is. I’m afraid it’s too late for you to disown the sword, as trouble is bound to follow. What’s your plan?"

"It’s not a big deal if Maitreya knows. I was afraid of being exposed because it might invite disaster, but I’ve already made an enemy of Maitreya. We’re already at the point of no return; does it matter if I’m a prince or not?"

"What if he spreads the word to others? Like the Vermilion Bird?"

"He probably wouldn’t... He’s not just a Martial Arts figure who only cares about vendettas; he’s a rebel leader with political considerations."

"Such as?"

"If he’s the only one who knows the secret, capturing me in the future could be highly valuable. What good would it do him to leak the information to the Four Symbols Sect? To let the Four Symbols Sect flaunt their power of slaying a prince again? Or to hand them the treasure? If I were him, I definitely wouldn’t divulge it to someone else. But whether he would think the same, who can say? After all, when one goes mad, anything is possible."

Tang Wanzhuang laughed again, "You say you’re not suited for the Imperial Court, but now I think you’re increasingly fitting for it."

"Forget about it," Zhao Changhe said irritably. "The court is corrupt, whether it’s Xia Longyuan or the Tang family. Why would I join the court and suffer like you do? I’m not insane."

Tang Wanzhuang was lost in her application of the medicine and did not respond.

Zhao Changhe continued, "As for your brother and the rest, I trust you’ll keep them quiet, that’s not a problem, is it?"

Tang Wanzhuang snapped out of it, and a hint of blush finally spread across her face, "I can keep them silent, but how will they view it in their hearts? I’m afraid my father will rush here from the Capital to see you in a few days."

Zhao Changhe, "... Have you ever thought that this could be very simple? I don’t understand why someone as intelligent as you are getting tangled up in this trivial matter."

Tang Wanzhuang wondered, "Very simple?"

"Of course, it’s simple," Zhao Changhe stated as a matter of course. "All I have to do is tell your family that I’m not interested in a 28-year-old spinster, and that would settle everything, wouldn’t it?"

As Tang Wanzhuang listened, her eyes inadvertently filled with Evil Qi, and she couldn’t help but use a bit more force with her hands.

The strength added by the third-ranked fighter on the Earth List was no joke, and even a touch more pressure made Zhao Changhe’s eyes bulge, "Wow, you’re committing matricide..."

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!" Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Tang Buqi barged in, "My father said... wait, what did you just say about murder? Uh..."

He looked at Zhao Changhe, who lay on the bed with his bare chest, and then at his aunt sitting beside the bed, applying medicine with delicate hands, and his mind spun with the phrase "murdering her husband." His face turned various shades as he slowly backed away, tripping over the door frame and tumbling backwards with his legs in the air.

Tang Wanzhuang took a deep breath, suppressing the explosive mix of shame and anger, and said between clenched teeth, "Does the Tang family’s upbringing teach you to burst into rooms without knocking?"

Inside, Tang Buqi was thinking that the Tang family’s upbringing certainly didn’t permit a woman to touch a man like this before marriage.

Dare he talk back to his aunt? His face was on the verge of tears, "It was my uncle who told me to never knock, so we could be friends..."

Zhao Changhe gaped in disbelief.