Rising from the Grassroots to Become King

"I'm a scholar of Fuxian Town, yet you expect me to be the bandit chief's husband at the stockade in Xianya Mountain?"

Hearing this demand from Jiang Xinyue, the fierce bandit leader of the Xianya Mountain stockade, Sun Yang stood firm, righteous and unyielding, and resolutely refused, prepared to die rather than give in.

Jiang Xinyue lay on her side on the bed, wrapped in sheer gauze. Gazing tenderly at Sun Yang, who was hiding off to the side, she said seductively, "My dear, your wife has bathed and washed up. Why haven't you come over yet?"

Sun Yang raised a hand to shield his eyes and bowed to Jiang Xinyue with solemn propriety. "I implore the fairy to show some respect and let me leave."

Jiang Xinyue snapped impatiently, "If you don't come over and attend to me, I'll kill your whole family."

"Right away! I'll go wash up and bathe, then serve the fairy for the night."