Urban All-Round Master

”Dongfang Haoxuan, as long as you hand over that damn lackey who injured my son, we’ll just pretend nothing ever happened between our two families!”

Situ Xuanwen knew Dongfang Haoxuan’s wild temper all too well. If he really pissed him off, he’d probably end up eating a face full of dust in the Marquis Mansion. Besides, Situ Xuanwen truly did not want to provoke this Dongfang Haoxuan; after all, Dongfang Haoxuan’s status in the Lianyun Empire was anything but ordinary.

And his eldest daughter had an unusual relationship with the Ancient Clan—rumor had it she was a clan daughter from one of those ten‑thousand‑year Ancient Clans. Until the critical moment, he absolutely did not want to offend him.

”Oh? Brother Situ, I truly have no idea who this ’damn lackey’ you’re talking about is.” Dongfang Haoxuan said with a smile.

”You might not know, but Little Huang knows.” Situ Xuanwen refused to give up, knowing full well that Dongfang Haoxuan was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Dongfang Haoxuan might be unmatched in martial prowess, but when it came to petty schemes and underhanded tricks, he was still inferior to Situ Xuanwen, the sitting Prime Minister.

”Little Huang, where is he now?”

Seeing he couldn’t dodge the issue, Dongfang Haoxuan had no choice but to ask his daughter. Even if they did drag out the culprit who hurt someone, Dongfang Haoxuan could still protect him.

To him, he also didn’t much want to provoke the current Prime Minister. After all, one was a civil official, the other a Martial God—both great contributors and pillars of the Lianyun Empire. Once conflict broke out between the two, it would hardly be a good thing for the Lianyun Empire. Besides, if the Emperor found out that it was over a mere servant, that would be bad.

At worst, losing face was one thing—but he might even lose his standing...

”He... he should be resting right now.” Dongfang Xiaohuang knew this matter had gotten out of hand. If they didn’t hand over the real culprit who injured his son today, father and son Situ Xuanwen clearly had no intention of letting it go.

”Then call him over.” Dongfang Haoxuan said.

”No need to call, I’m here.”

Just as the National Guardian Martial God Dongfang Haoxuan finished speaking, Lin Zifeng’s bright voice rang out from outside the main hall.

Everyone turned to look, only to see Lin Zifeng walking toward the main hall step by light step.

”Father, it’s this damn lackey who injured me. Father, you have to stand up for me!”

Situ Xuan recognized Lin Zifeng at a glance. They say enemies’ paths are bound to cross; his eyes burned even redder with hatred. That sunny, brilliantly smiling face of Lin Zifeng’s was something Situ Xuan knew he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

It clung to him like an unshakable nightmare!

”It’s you!”

Old eyes narrowed, gathering a sharp light, Situ Xuanwen stared fixedly at Lin Zifeng.

Even Dongfang Xiaohuang was so frightened she didn’t know what to do. How could this guy just show up on his own?

You had to know, the other party was the sitting Prime Minister! Dongfang Xiaohuang had originally planned to find Lin Zifeng, then the two of them would cook up some lie and casually apologize or something. With her father smoothing things over, maybe the matter would just blow over.

It’s over...

He came out on his own—no one would be able to protect him now.

”Yes, that’s right, it’s me. I know I’m very handsome and possess a charisma far above ordinary people, but you don’t need to be this shocked. I’m standing here now. I didn’t come out to explain anything, nor to shirk any responsibility. I just want to tell everyone that I’m here to publicly apologize for offending Young Master Situ that day.

I know I was too reckless that day, and I know I was too impulsive. I also know that the current Prime Minister is a good Prime Minister who loves the people like his own children and understands their hearts. I know even more that the Prime Minister is a man of great wisdom, and I also know that Young Master Situ is someone who can distinguish right from wrong.

So, I mustered great courage to come here, bearing thorns to beg forgiveness. I know the offense I committed is hard to forgive, and I’ve brought quite a bit of trouble down on the Dongfang Marquis Mansion.

If possible, I’m willing to bear all the consequences myself!”

This speech was delivered with such lofty fervor it sounded like a devout believer proclaiming the noblest oath to his so‑called Lord.

Not only were Dongfang Xiaohuang and her father stunned into silence, even the victim Situ Xuan and his Prime Minister father were dumbfounded. The hell—what planet did this guy bounce over from?

Was this even something a human could say?

Situ Xuan thought he must not be looking at the real Lin Zifeng, that he was dreaming. The day Lin Zifeng beat him up, his arrogance had reached the heavens. Yet now, the words coming out of this man’s mouth were completely different from what he’d said back then, as if he were another person!

”This...”

Prime Minister Situ Xuanwen also didn’t know how to respond. The kid had spoken so movingly from the heart—if he kept nitpicking, what else could he even say?

”Haha, look, look, Brother Situ, listen to this apology of his. I don’t know if you’re moved or not, but I’m moved to tears. If it were me, I wouldn’t do anything more to him. I imagine that you, Brother Situ, as the esteemed Prime Minister, won’t make things too hard on him, right?”

Dongfang Haoxuan was the first to react, hurrying forward to smooth things over for Lin Zifeng.

”This...”

Situ Xuanwen’s old face darkened. Yes, the other party had already spoken so straightforwardly and clearly, apologized, admitted his mistake, and even flattered him to such lofty heights. No matter what, he couldn’t just turn around and contradict that, creating a sense of awkward dissonance, could he?

Thinking of this, Situ Xuanwen began to struggle inwardly. Should he just let this kid off the hook?

At the side, Situ Xuan had also been moved by Lin Zifeng’s words to the point he thought he was dreaming. When he came back to his senses, he heard his father say, ”As long as you apologize sincerely, I won’t pursue this matter further.”

”Father! No, why let him off so easily?”

Situ Xuan was unconvinced, his eyes gleaming with a cold light. He absolutely could not accept this verdict. A few lines of pretty speech and the matter would be swept aside—was this a joke?

Who settles things like that?

”Xuan, he’s already apologized like this. Hasn’t your heart been moved at all?” Dongfang Haoxuan stepped forward with a smile.

Situ Xuan was very afraid of this Dongfang Haoxuan; the fear came from deep in his bones, and he couldn’t help his body trembling slightly twice.

”But...”

Situ Xuan still wanted to say more, but his father had already given his word. How could he slap his own father’s face in public? He could only swallow all his resentment, turning back to glare fiercely at Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng didn’t take it to heart at all. Kids, after all, were always a bit willful. And besides, he himself had once walked this same path of hot‑blooded youth.

”However, he has to let my Xuan’er give him a slap—how about that?”

Suddenly, just when everyone thought the matter was about to be settled, who would have expected Situ Xuanwen to raise a condition—that Lin Zifeng had to take a slap from his son.

This immediately made Dongfang Xiaohuang unhappy. She worried for Lin Zifeng’s safety, hurried forward, and clutched her father’s arm, signaling him in secret.

The National Guardian Martial God Dongfang Haoxuan naturally understood what Situ Xuanwen meant.