Stepping into the inn, Chang Ye paused and glanced around. The inn was moderately full. A group of men sat at a corner table, dressed in scholarly like clothes and mumbling about the imperial exams and poems; a young couple sat near the counter with their eyes glued to each other very obviously in love with each other (in which Chang Ye let out a smirk); however a figure sitting at the center most table caught his attention.
It wasn't that the figure had a very unusually long sword, nor was it that the figure had an aura of care freeness about him, but it was what the figure was wearing that caught his attention. The headdress was way too similar to Wang Yi Qing.
" Another one of those so called gentlemen of the north. They really are bend on hunting me down. This might be problematic indeed. Well, another time for this." Thought Chang Ye was he kept his eyes on the figure while simultaneously pulling a waiter towards him.
" What... What do you want you beggar! keep your dirty hands away..."
" Shut up and listen. I can break your whole arm in six different places in a blinking of an eye. Do what i tell you and you get to keep your arm and even some ingots. Simple?" spoke Chang ye softly into the waiter's ear whose face turned pale as the words send a chill down his spine.
" Give this to a waiter named Wen Shao Shuang who works here and him alone. Take a look at its contents and you would wish you had die a thousand times instead. Clear? For your troubles, here is something for you." with that a couple of ingots and a bundle appeared in the trembling hands of the waiter whose face was white with fear and shaking.
" Go now."
With that Chang Ye slowly backed away and turned around. Only to came face to face with another pale face.
Only that this pale face was not a waiter.
" Some troubles you giving to this waiter beggar?"
" None sir. I was asking him if there are but some left over food that I might have." spoke Chang Ye as he studied the face in front of him. The pale face had two eyes that showed no emotion as if they belonged to a corpse and a skin so smooth and pale that it rivals even that of the fairest maiden.
" Ah... a beggar begging for food... but in an inn? How.. interesting..." came the reply in which the voice was devoid of feelings.
" Indeed good sir! Would you believe that someone has indeed given me some food some time ago at this very inn?" spoke Chang ye in a very naive tone.
" Why would I doubt your words? Here, eat what you want. My treat. Waiter? Ah... give him what he desires or orders... this should cover the expenses. Good day to you mister beggar." With the fainest of nod, the pale face gentlemen left Chang Ye and the bewildered waiter with a gold ingot in his hand.
" Interesting... I believe that was the 4th brother of Xu Wen Zhi. Interesting... yes.." thought Chang ye has he stepped out of the inn in deep thoughts.
And so it was that Wen Shao Shuang received the bundle form a very unstable college. Finding it hard to resist the call of temptation, he opened the bundle and found pieces of jewelery, six gold ingots and a small dagger with two rubies on the hilt. As he shifted the items about in a state of a shock, a letter came into his view...
" When I asked for leftovers, you give me a fresh bowl of rice. When I wanted to show my gratitude by kowtowing, you refused and helped a filthy beggar like me up just like an equal. Without asking for anything, you willing gave a bun to a beggar without a second thought. Now that debt is repaid ten fold. Yet a filthy beggar is forever in your debt."