The awesome seventh young noble had always been known for his scheming and his proficiency in divination, someone who could become the next Lin Xitang. Who would’ve thought he would be tricked by Bai Kongzhao and a group of mercenaries in this barbarian land? Twice!

Bai Kongzhao’s trick wasn’t worth a dime, nothing more than street-rat trickery. The ones in front would attract the target’s attention while another person grabs his bag and runs away. This was a scene taking place in every small town throughout the empire.

It was just that the one being robbed here was the Song seventh young master, and the stolen bag contained ores he had exchanged for injuries and broken ribs.

Song Zining’s fists tightened as he watched the guffawing soldiers, and it took quite some effort to force himself away.

After calming down, Song Zining suddenly felt that something was wrong with all this. Could it be that Bai Kongzhao had spent so much effort just to rob him?

Even a child wouldn’t believe this.

Nonetheless, he...