Immortal Father
Chapter 427 - 427 154 Fenghou's True Purpose

427: Chapter 154 Fenghou’s True Purpose 427: Chapter 154 Fenghou’s True Purpose ‘It’s over, all over.’

The handsome Attendant Student who was actually Tianli in disguise, now hung his head low as he followed behind Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and Fenghou, entering the grand entrance of the Drunken Moon Tower.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, however, was generous; the old housekeeper he had disguised himself as took out a bag of top-quality Spirit Stones.

The Maid tasked with hosting them was startled and quickly led the three to a private room on the third basement level.

Fenghou said, “Just prepare some music and dance, I prefer things with elegance.”

The Maid hurriedly replied, “I understand, I understand, rest assured, I will arrange everything appropriately for the honored guests.”

Before long, the three of them were seated in the private room on the third level, watching a group of graceful maidens dancing lithely.

Fenghou sat alone in the place of honor, flanked by beautiful women attending to him.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor sat in a corner, refusing the company of the women, quietly sipping tea, with the Attendant Student seated beside him.

This seating arrangement looked perfectly normal to the onlookers.

It was expected for a master and his servants to seek pleasure, with the old servant and Attendant Student watching by the side; they couldn’t possibly receive the same treatment as their master, could they?

Tianli whispered a question, “Your Majesty, would you like me to change them for you?”

“Change what?

The music and dance?”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor shook his head with a smile:

“I’ve seen too much of this; it really doesn’t excite me anymore.

I’d rather have a group of men perform a war dance.”

Taking the opportunity, Tianli reported, “Your Majesty, the Eastern Alliance isn’t as chaotic as Qing Su says, she hasn’t really been in contact with the upper echelons of the Alliance.”

“Is that so?”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor narrowed his eyes and said:

“The Eastern Alliance is filled with warriors who followed me into battle, and not with men skilled in statecraft.

A few mistakes are to be expected and are of no concern.

“Dali, what do you think—does the Eastern Alliance need some changes right now?”

“That, there should indeed be some changes,” Tianli said in a low voice, “I would stake my life to assure you that the Eastern Alliance is utterly loyal to you.”

“I know that; there’s no need to be so formal.”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor put down his tea cup and tapped the table, saying with a smile:

“That Li Ping’an is on the level below us; let’s go take a look first.”

Tianli was startled for a moment, then carefully scanned the area, spotting a familiar figure.

He quickly reported, “Your Majesty, the one wearing the half-mask is Li Ping’an.

That’s a false identity he uses called Mo Wenqing, which he adopted while working in the grassroots of the Eastern Alliance.”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor seemed slightly confused: “Grassroots?”

Tianli whispered, “Yes, that is, he went to work in the lowest offices of the Eastern Alliance headquarters, to gain experience and observe its operations.”

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor raised an eyebrow lightly: “No wonder he could implement such innovative policies; he truly deserves the regard of his senior, Yunzhong.”

Tianli breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that the Emperor didn’t probe further into the affairs of the Eastern Alliance.

The few words from Qing Su just now could have wiped out the entire upper echelon of the Alliance!

Tianli was very clear—despite the Emperor’s current gentleness, if the Emperor were to get angry, blood would spill in the tents and Golden Immortals would fall.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor frowned and muttered, “Why does the music and dance he’s watching seem so much better than ours?

Does the Drunken Moon Tower really discriminate between guests like this?”

“Ah?”

Tianli, taken aback, quickly looked down to see for himself.

…

In the secret chamber on the fourth basement level, four or five musicians played the zither and flute from a corner, while six maidens dressed in rainbow-colored dresses with cloud-like hairdos, holding pipas, danced gracefully.

They kept spinning, their skirts blooming like peonies, their alluring figures like captivating buds.

However, the cultivator who was watching them had become somewhat impatient.

‘What on earth is Sun Yingying up to?’

Li Ping’an sat behind a low table, lifting his tea for a sip.

It had been an hour and a half already.

He had been watching the music and dance, with the dancers changing seven times, and fourteen different dances performed, yet there was still no sign of Sun Yingying.

Moreover, most of the dancing girls were those trained by the Drunken Moon Tower, girls yet to be betrothed.

Was he supposed to be grading the dancers?

Should he be assigning scores to these girls?

Li Ping’an introspected; perhaps he had been too agreeable as ‘Brother Mo’ on his previous visits, and now he was being played for a fool.

All this music and dance were indeed beautiful, but he still had a pile of things to do, and he wanted to enjoy a few days of vacation by the beach, basking in the sun and such.

A great man should not waste his time here.

—The main point was, judging by the time, Ningning might be arriving soon.

Li Ping’an stood up and scolded, “Sun Yingying!

If you keep hiding, from now on, we won’t need to see each other anymore!”

The music from the musicians suddenly became chaotic, as the dancers stopped, unsure of what to do, gazing at Li Ping’an.

At that moment, a whispered voice penetrated the ears of the musicians, and a faint, almost inaudible singing could be heard from the corridor outside.

The musicians changed their tune, and a woman bowed her head to play the zither, echoing the sound of a trickling spring.

The dancing girls bowed and withdrew, lifting their sleeves and quickly departing.

There was the sound of tinkling bells at the doorway, and a jade foot pranced from the side, about to fall yet not falling, its delicately rosy-painted toenails gleaming, resembling ripe, red cherries.

The foot gently swayed, captivating the mind.

Thump!

A musician suddenly struck the drum, and with the light tap of the foot, the figure lightly rotated, pulling the graceful form from outside into the frame of the door.

If not Sun Yingying, then who?

Sun Yingying had dressed up exquisitely today, wrapped in a long dress made of thin gauze, with a red gauze undergarment elongating her pants and shirt, and her ankles and wrists were adorned with tinkling silver bells.

She the most typical red gauze over her true face, her eyes revealing a touch of shyness, and accompanied by the lively drum beat, her delicate hands and legs jingled crisply.

Four similarly dressed dancers entered, joining Sun Yingying in the dance.