Listening to the person's words, Yan Wuheng showed a troubled expression.
Although he has lived for more than three hundred years, fifty-three years old seems very young to him, almost like a little girl.
But he is devoted; since he was eight, he liked eighteen-year-old girls, and even at eighty, he still liked eighteen-year-old girls. Now, at over three hundred years old, his preference remains the same as three hundred years ago.
For him, he really can't lay a hand on a fifty-three-year-old little girl.
He looked at this mysterious master and asked, "Your honor... can I do something else instead?"
Li Nuo nodded and said, "Of course, there's a woman imprisoned in the harem of Qi Country. If you can steal her out, you don't have to do the previous task..."
Yan Wuheng finally accepted his fate, sighed, and said, "Bai Hui, right? What does she look like, and where exactly does she live in the capital..."
