A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 92: Finally Found You

Although Daxia couldn’t be called the top dynasty in Central State, it was still a powerful force in its own right.

The capital was very prosperous.

After entering the capital, Li Xuanxiao separated from the merchant caravan.

He went alone into a teahouse.

Ordered a pot of tea and a few small snacks.

Just sat there drinking tea and eating, acting like an unremarkable passerby.

Teahouses were full of gossip and rumors, and many of them had some truth to them.

Li Xuanxiao cracked melon seeds and perked up his ears.

Tea Drinker A: “Did you hear? There’s an ill-tempered old man at the private school in Guiyi Market.”

Tea Drinker B immediately replied: “I know about that!”

Tea Drinker A: “That old man’s in his sixties.

Always scolding and hitting students. One time, while beating up a sissy student—

The sissy cried so pitifully, the old man got even more excited the more he hit him....”

Li Xuanxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, guessing the plot.

Then someone dies, and it turns into a tragedy.

He couldn’t help shaking his head.

Tea Drinker A continued: “The two just went at it. One hitting, one crying. One asking ‘Why me,’ the other continuing to beat....”

Tea Drinker B: “And then the two of them got together, unafraid of society’s judgment.”

Li Xuanxiao: (´⊙ω⊙`)

Li Xuanxiao was baffled.

People in the city... sure knew how to play things fashionably!!

“Hey, how do two men have a baby?”

Tea Drinker A asked.

“..........”

To avoid drawing attention, Li Xuanxiao changed teahouses every couple of days.

In a blink, several days passed.

And in those days, he reaped a massive harvest.

Let’s put it this way: now he could sit cross-legged on the kang bed, crack seeds, and tell stories of the capital’s strange tales for three days and nights without repeating once.

This day, as usual, Li Xuanxiao went to a new teahouse.

The attendant had just set down some seeds.

Voices from the next table drifted over.

“Palace jade liquor wine....”

“Palace jade liquor wine!”

“The boundless horizon is my love....”

Li Xuanxiao’s face stayed calm, but his heart surged with towering waves.

A transmigrator—just ran into one that easily!?

Li Xuanxiao took another sip of tea as if nothing happened, not daring to release his divine sense, pretending to glance over casually.

Nothing special to look at.

Just a few young men dressed like scholars, lying on the table looking like life had no meaning.

“The boundless horizon is my love, what’s the next line!!”

“Which ancient scroll is this in? Why can’t I find it?”

“Don’t even start—someone tell me what comes after getting athlete’s foot?”

Another examinee chuckled, “What’s the Second Battalion Commander’s weapon?”

“I’ll go buy some oranges. Don’t move from here—what’s our relationship?”

“You’re Bai Yun, I’m?”

“How much for the big hammer? How much for the small one?”

“Rituals collapsed, music ruined! What the hell kind of cursed questions are these!!”

“Don’t talk nonsense—I heard the current emperor wrote them himself.”

“Loose-lipped! Loose-lipped!”

Li Xuanxiao, eavesdropping, furrowed his brows.

These questions were made by the Daxia Emperor?

Was this an imperial exam... or a transmigrator trap?

Li Xuanxiao hadn’t expected it. He’d come to the Daxia Dynasty originally just to investigate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled onto the whereabouts of a transmigrator.

So after a few more days of searching and inquiring—

Li Xuanxiao confirmed that the transmigrator was inside the Imperial Palace.

Maybe the emperor of Daxia himself, maybe a close minister.

Ten Thousand Souls Banner, transmigrator, Panlong City, Daxia’s Emperor...

All the clues started linking together.

Li Xuanxiao sucked in a sharp breath.

Terrifying!!!

Could it be that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was in the emperor’s hands?

A transmigrator carrying a bug-level magical artifact—that was logical.

Except for himself.

Li Xuanxiao gazed off into the distance at the towering Imperial Palace, his heart already made up.

“..........”

Capital Prefecture Governor.

Under the emperor’s nose, managing the capital and surrounding regions.

A person of high status and authority.

At this moment, this highly ranked Confucian cultivator looked down at the man who claimed he could answer all questions.

“You know the answers?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s hear it.”

The man below instantly said: “Palace jade liquor wine, 181 a cup.

How is it? Listen to me blow.

Blow, blow!

Check out my mouth, one cup will whet your appetite....”

The prefect’s eyes shifted: “What’s the Second Battalion Commander’s weapon?”

“Italian cannon!”

Prefect: “I’m Bai Yun, you are?”

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“Hei Tu! I’m seventy-one, you’re seventy-five. I’m a Rooster, you’re a Tiger.”

Prefect: “How much for the big hammer? The small one?”

“Big hammer eighty! Small hammer forty!”

The prefect’s eyes widened—spot on!!

All matched up.

Matched the emperor’s answers exactly—this was the one the emperor had been looking for.

The prefect gave him a once-over—this was the man His Majesty longed for day and night?

From afar, the man’s frame looked a bit thin, skin dark and unhealthy.

Closer up, he appeared scrawny, like a gust of wind could blow him over.

His face was narrow and long like a goat’s, cheekbones jutted out, and his chin was sharp—giving off a shrewd, slightly sly impression.

“This guy?”

The prefect pondered.

He had someone keep an eye on the man and also report to the emperor.

He asked a few more questions and had someone look into his identity.

And what they found shocked him.

The guy was actually a wanted criminal.

Not only that, he was on death row—for raping and murdering eight women.

The prefect was even more baffled—this is the man the emperor wants?

“What’s your name?”

“Zhang Gou’er.”

Soon, the Golden Armor Guards from the palace arrived to escort Zhang Gou’er inside.

“............”

The palace doors shut tightly.

Inside the hall, it wasn’t bright and resplendent—on the contrary, it was pitch black, you couldn’t see a thing.

Zhang Gou’er swallowed hard, leaning his back against the door.

“I... is someone there?”

“Rumble—!!”

Thunder rumbled in his ears.

Zhang Gou’er shivered.

At that moment, an extremely aged face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Every wrinkle was deeply etched into the sagging skin like cracks in parched earth. The corners of the eyes drooped severely, eye bags hung heavy like two sacks.

His eyes were clouded and lifeless, like dried-up wells unable to reflect vitality. His lips were dry, pale, and trembling slightly as he spoke—

“The boundless horizon is... my love!!”

Zhang Gou’er went pale, and slowly replied:

“At the foot of gentle green hills, flowers bloom,

What rhythm is the swingiest swing,

What singing voice brings the most joy.”

Old Emperor: “The curving river flows from the sky,

To a sea of blooming colors.... Let us sing and sing with joy.”

Together: “You’re the most beautiful cloud on my horizon,

Let me hold you in my heart and never let go (never let go).”

“Brother, I finally... finally... finally found you!!!”

The old emperor grabbed Zhang Gou’er’s shoulders, crying and laughing, overwhelmed with emotion.

“........”