Over the next two days, Suo Lun fully imitated Yan Zi Yu’s lifestyle.
Every day he was either reading or playing music, and practicing sword dancing.
Of course, the so-called sword dancing was mainly for show, as the real Yan Zi Yu’s martial arts skills were quite ordinary.
In between, villagers came to deliver rice and meat, and then Suo Lun paid them.
Essentially, he was entirely alone, a true recluse.
In those two days, Suo Lun felt as if time had slowed down considerably.
Moreover, the villagers didn’t even know that he, Yan Zi Yu, was a man of letters; they just saw him as a down-and-out eccentric with some money who had read a few books.
So, the days passed by one after another.
The Ashi Liren hadn’t sent anyone yet? It couldn’t be possible that he should go there himself and volunteer his services.
In the evening, after Suo Lun had eaten his meal, drunk some wine, danced with his sword for half an hour, and read for another half an hour, he lay down to sleep.
He had just drifted off when suddenly Suo Lun woke up with a start.
His spiritual power cultivation was extremely high, so even in his sleep, if someone intruded within his vicinity, he would wake up immediately.
But he did not open his eyes, because right now he was Yan Zi Yu, a man with little to no martial arts skills; he even kept his breathing rhythm unchanged, pretending to be in deep sleep.
"Sir!" A woman’s voice called out.
Suo Lun did not awaken.
"Sir..." The woman’s voice suddenly became sharp, piercing straight into Suo Lun’s ears.
It was then that Suo Lun, in the guise of Yan Zi Yu, woke up abruptly, sat up, and exclaimed in alarm, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Only then did he see that the newcomer was a female Samurai, dressed in a tight outfit, with a very voluptuous figure, and was a warrior woman from another clan.
Of course, she was the female Samurai sent by the Ashi Liren.
"The sir really has a short memory, huh? How long has it been, and you’ve already forgotten me?" the warrior woman from another clan said.
Suo Lun pretended to be groggy, rubbing his eyes as if he had just managed to see the visitor, and said, "Oh, it’s you. Why have you come again? If your master has sent you, forget it; I cannot be your young master’s teacher. If there’s nothing else, please leave, as I want to sleep."
After speaking, Suo Lun lay back down.
The female Samurai stepped forward and grabbed Suo Lun’s throat in her hand.
Suo Lun, in his role as Yan Zi Yu who had little martial arts skills, was immediately immobilized when she seized his throat and shouted, "What are you doing?"
The Samurai produced a rope and quickly tied Suo Lun up with it.
"At least let me take my chest with me," Suo Lun said loudly.
The Samurai grabbed the large wooden chest belonging to Suo Lun, then took a cloth and stuffed it into his mouth so he couldn’t cry out.
After hesitating for a moment, she struck him on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.
In the end, she carried Suo Lun outside, threw him on the back of a horse, and galloped away.
Following that, Suo Lun was in for a hard time, for the valley where he had been living in seclusion was more than a thousand miles from Rou Ran City.
The warrior woman traveled by day and took lodgings at night, a journey taking two full days and nights.
All the while, Suo Lun remained bound up, hanging on the back of the horse.
After being knocked unconscious, Yao Xing quickly brought him back to his senses. But since he was pretending to be a scholar with weak martial arts, he couldn’t break free or do much.
"Yao Xing, you might as well knock me out again; it’s too uncomfortable this way," Suo Lun thought to himself.
Being tied up and carried on the back of a horse was indeed torturous.
So, under Suo Lun’s command, Yao Xing knocked him unconscious once again.
He didn’t know how long he was unconscious for, but suddenly he felt a chill on his face, and Suo Lun shivered and woke up.
Then he found that he was in a lavishly decorated room, untied, lying on a soft and immaculate wool carpet.
"Get up, and pay respects to my master," said the female Samurai.
Suo Lun had just woken up to a cool, mysterious, and enchanting fragrance.
Moreover, the air was ice-cold.
Wherever Ashi Liren was, this coldness, this scent, would be present.
It was indeed Ashi Liren, still veiled as before.
But the eyes that showed were as profound and enchanting as the ocean, and her posture seated on a chair was as bewitching as a spell.
Her beauty could only be rivaled by Zhi Yan.
But Zhi Yan was too ethereal.
The woman before him, however, exuded charm in every inch of her curves.
The Dragon Yin Absolute Vein was too powerful, just the scent of her and the sight of her form were enough to send men into a daze of delirium.
But for some reason, why did Ashi Liren also veil her face at home?
Was it because, after her husband’s death, she was unwilling to let any man see her peerless beauty?
Normally, Suo Lun would have questioned her directly, even furiously.
As a noble person, it was a grave insult to be tied up and brought here.
But he did not question or rage.
Because Yan Zi Yu was but a learned scholar; faced with the peerless grace and the icy allure of Ashi Liren, this blue enchantress, any anger would be suppressed.
It was true that a mere glance from Ashi Liren seemed to freeze one’s emotions.
"Sir Yan, may I ask from where you hail?" Ashi Liren asked. Her voice was as crisp and clear as breaking ice or falling jade beads, captivatingly beautiful.
By asking this, she wanted to know if Yan Zi Yu and her husband Yan Ping were born in the same place.