Translator: _Min_
When she started acting , Si Fuqing was still happily playing in the mud sowhere far away.
“The comnts online, just let them pass,” the agent said, shaking his head aningfully. “Those netizens don’t have a mind of their own, cursing you one second and praising you the next. But rember, you are playing the empress of the Great Zhao Dynasty, with a gold-dal directorial team behind you. The ratings can only go up, not down.”
Ratings were the sole data that validated an actor’s prowess.
When the two dramas were simultaneously released, it would be obvious who would beco the laughingstock.
The higher you stand, the harder you fall.
The agent understood this all too well.
“I know,” Tong Luoyun narrowed her eyes slightly, “I’ll have all my friends in the circle help promote it.”
Si Fuqing couldn’t hope to compete with her in connections.
At that ti, Si Fuqing was still engrossed in the holographic ga.
She sat next to the young Emperor Yin, watching the sun set together.
The sun dipped bit by bit, and the twilight completely faded.
The night fell, and the stars began to twinkle.
“You seem to have stayed longer this ti,” he turned his head, his dark pupils inscrutable. “It’s been over a year; have you been cultivating?”
He had t a Master of Yin-Yang recently.
The Master had warned him that he might have encountered wandering spirits and ghosts that tempt and deceive. If he t them again, he must kill them on the spot.
He was naturally distrustful.
In this world, the only reliable one was oneself.
But as this spirit wiped the blood off him, it felt like sothing was gradually crumbling.
It was the heart that had been dormant all along.
Si Fuqing couldn’t explain the affairs of the ga, nor could she speak the truth, so she gave a confirming response.
“Oh?” His voice was light and airy. “I’m quite looking forward to it. I heard that when you beco a ghost, you retain the appearance you had at death. I wonder if you’ll be a beheaded ghost or a disemboweled one.”
Si Fuqing: “…”
Why did she feel that Emperor Yin was like a black sesa dumpling?
Dark on the inside?
Never mind, she watched him grow up. What could she do?
“Let’s go,” he said indifferently, coughing lightly as he stood up. “I’m going to change my clothes. Tonight is Origin Night, and I’ll take you out on the streets.”
Origin Night, a major festival in the Great Xia Dynasty, continued to this day as the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
The streets were filled with pairs and vendors shouting their wares.
The young man was still dressed in white, his face masked.
Yet, his deanor was anything but ordinary. Passersby glanced frequently, wondering if he was so noble’s son who had ventured out alone.
He bought a stick of candied haw and handed it to her.
Si Fuqing took a bite.
Sour and sweet, it lted in her mouth.
In the realm of culinary delights, the people of Great Xia seed to have an innate talent.
He appeared to enjoy this act of feeding her. “Eat slowly.”
Si Fuqing quickly finished the candied haw.
He then continued to buy her other snacks.
Si Fuqing looked up.
The lantern tree shines a thousand lights, and the bright moon follows those who co.
This was Yong’an, the imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, sheltering countless citizens.
“You are leaving.” The young man stood with his hands behind his back, suddenly speaking. “I will wait for you.”
His eyes were pitch black, as if he could see through everything.
He did not need to show any unnecessary emotions; the imperial aura was naturally inherent.
Once back in the login space, the ga system inford her that the next ti she could enter would be in seven days.
Si Fuqing took off the gaming helt and lay in bed, insomnia hitting her for once.
She had thought she was just a passerby in the young Emperor Yin’s life.
The old emperor was foolish and greedy, heavily taxing the people while the national treasury was empty.
Nobles across the land were raising troops, waiting for a chance to storm into Yong’an City.
But after Emperor Yin ascended the throne, all these were like illusions.
With thunderous thods, he suppressed the court, drove out barbarians, and reclaid the territories of ten nobles, unifying the five states of Great Xia.
He had his grand ambitions.
He was born to conquer.
But a year and a half had passed, and not only did he rember her, but he was also waiting for her.
The system had not warned her about any alteration in the historical trajectory.
Emperor Yin was still the sa ambitious ruler.
This sowhat reassured Si Fuqing.
She turned over, pulling out her phone to contact JI Xingzhi.
[NINE]: Has ‘Eternity’ developed any new gaplay?
[JI]: No, there’s no need. After so many years, the land of Eternity has not been fully explored.
Si Fuqing pondered.
Indeed.
Even she hadn’t delved into so places.
After the deaths of Ye Wanlan and Lu Qingning, unless necessary, her and Yu Huixue’s logins in “Eternity” had beco increasingly rare.
It seed that this transmigration gaplay was indeed tailored just for her.
That made her even more cautious.
Si Fuqing touched her chin.
Her cooking might not be great, but she was quite skilled at knitting.
Next ti she entered the ga, she would knit him an imperial robe and watch him conquer.
Raising a child, or rather, an emperor, was a joy that no one else could experience.
Si Fuqing put down her phone and quickly fell asleep.
The next day.
Si Fuqing slept until the afternoon.
She stretched and moved her shoulders.
These days, there were no scheduled appearances, and Sang Yanching didn’t bother her.
“Little junior sister, there’s work to do,” Yuejian knocked on the door, raising an eyebrow. “The Ji family has placed a Class D order. They want to find out who the murderer was that night.”
“Class D?” Si Fuqing wiped her hair. “That poor? Ji Qingwei hasn’t made enough money for the Ji family?”
“She has, actually,” Yuejian shrugged. “But a lot went into dicine. Who knows? Are we taking the order?”
“Of course,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “It’s a bit small, though. Let’s give it to second senior brother for pocket money.”
“Okay,” Yuejian nodded. “But they want to restore the surveillance, which is probably impossible.”
Surveillance personally erased by the little junior sister couldn’t be restored even by a T18 senior investigator.
Soon, the order was taken, and five million was transferred imdiately.
Si Fuqing and Yuejian went to the hotel’s buffet restaurant for a al.
Ten minutes later, Ji Longtai arrived with his entourage.
“Are you Si Fuqing?” he scrutinized her from head to toe, his gaze growing increasingly displeased. “You’re the captain of the Five States team. You know why I’m looking for you.”
Si Fuqing sipped her juice. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t play dumb here!” Ji Longtai scoffed. “Don’t think I don’t know that Boyan’s injury has sothing to do with you. You’d better co with now, or you know the consequences.”
This was Sijiu City. Could Si Fuqing really turn the world upside down?
Yuejian’s grip tightened on his cup, the glass showing cracks already.
Si Fuqing pinched her wrist, composed, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
She hadn’t held back when injuring Ji Boyan’s hands. Even the best international doctors couldn’t restore them.
“Smart of you,” Ji Longtai was still frosty. “You better not try anything funny. T18 has taken the case, and even if you erased the traces, they can still track it.”
Si Fuqing remained expressionless.
After speaking, Ji Longtai also grew impatient.
Why was he talking to Si Fuqing about this? A celebrity, would she understand the prowess of T18?
Internationally, there was nothing T18 couldn’t crack.
He waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to take Si Fuqing away.
Just then, a cellphone rang.
Ji Longtai answered, “Hello, have you found anything?”
Whatever the person on the other end said seed unbelievable to him.
“Impossible! Your technology is world-leading, how can you not restore the surveillance? If you can’t do it, just return the order!”
Why should they take his money and do nothing?
The person explained that T18 never does refunds.
“I’m going to contact your senior executives and file a complaint!” Ji Longtai’s face turned red with anger. “Just you wait!”
“Which T18 senior executives do you want to contact?” Hearing this, Si Fuqing placed her phone on the table and tapped it. “Tell , I’ll help you.”
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