"Young people need to work hard and not think about crooked paths. Look at , I’m so wealthy, and it’s all thanks to my astonishing willpower, wise vision, and resilient perseverance. Capital without ability equals zero."
"But you’re quite a fighter. In the future, work diligently, and occasionally, I’ll call you to be a bodyguard."
On the way back, Mu Qingi recalled the words Jing Zhengwei had said to her, her expression fluctuating.
After a bloody battle today, Jing Zhengwei ’generously’ allowed her to leave work early and rest at ho. As for Mu Qingi’s tailing him, Jing Zhengwei seed to think Mu Qingi wanted to offer herself to him, which made Mu Qingi want to punch soone.
Thus, Jing Zhengwei imdiately reprimanded Mu Qingi for such improper thoughts, stating that there are many won who don’t want to work hard. He, the young master of the Jing family, is busy with myriad affairs by day and exhausted by night, with no energy left to take care of Mu Qingi, this newly muscular editor...
However, Jing Zhengwei abruptly changed the subject. Seeing that Mu Qingi, this folk expert, was such a good fighter, he would give her so private work, as Mi Die and Lisang occasionally couldn’t protect him.
"Learn literary and martial skills, sell them to rich families. Go back and think about the draft properly, don’t forget to submit the first draft tomorrow. Leaving work early doesn’t an actually leaving work... Damn it, don’t let find out who ambushed ..."
Jing Zhengwei urged her with a few words, then covered his bleeding butt wound, cursing as he walked away.
At first, Mu Qingi was relieved that she managed to bluff her way through, but the more she thought about it later, the more sothing felt wrong.
She’s not an idiot, and she knows Jing Zhengwei isn’t one either.
Jing Zhengwei couldn’t possibly be unaware of what her level of martial artist ans—whether it’s working as a henchman for a chamber of comrce or guarding the coastal defense with the Heyang Army, she could carve out a na and fortune for herself.
Moreover, she also noticed that Jing Zhengwei’s Biting Battle Technique had unexpectedly reached the level of integration and mastery, which didn’t match his age and identity, yet she’s barely heard any rumors about Jing Zhengwei being a battle technique expert, indicating just how deep his scheming is.
A powerful female martial artist joining a newspaper willingly as a small editor, sneakily trailing herself... While Mu Qingi does consider herself pretty, she doesn’t think she’s stunning enough to cause others to lose their minds, at most just slightly better looking than Qing Lan, the editor-in-chief next to Jing Zhengwei.
How could Jing Zhengwei not suspect she had ulterior motives?
Thinking about it this way, Mu Qingi realized that during the conversation earlier, the pace was led by Jing Zhengwei all along. He deliberately gave a ridiculous reason to let her off the hook, raising the issue of ’following’ her high but setting it down gently, even suggesting she could still co to work in the future.
What exactly does he want to do?
Is it because I saved his life, so he doesn’t care about my mysterious background and ulterior motives?
But according to rumors, Jing Zhengwei isn’t soone who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges, always repaying kindness either.
Could it be that he sees as young, charming, and a good fighter, and wants to recruit ?
Now that Mu Qingi has cald down, she’s carefully analyzing her own situation.
Firstly, Jing Zhengwei might suspect she’s a spy sent by so other force, but Xuanzhu County has many special forces like the Heyang Army, chambers of comrce, aristocratic families, Governor’s Mansion... so she hasn’t actually exposed her real background with White Night.
Following this logic, it makes sense that Jing Zhengwei hasn’t burned bridges, even extending an olive branch to her—these forces don’t have much hatred against Jing Zhengwei, in fact, they’re potential collaborators.
Now is a crucial mont in the Jing family patriarch battle, even if Jing Zhengwei can’t recruit external help, there’s no need to offend potential assistance.
After all, in Jing Zhengwei’s mind, White Night is class oppositional to him, how could people from White Night save him? Hence, Mu Qingi is at least ’on his side of the class’.
Maybe Jing Zhengwei even wants to use her as a bridge to communicate secretly with the forces behind her.
Understanding the intricacies, Mu Qingi comprehends why Jing Zhengwei’s actions are so unusual.
Burning bridges entirely would be a last resort. He was seriously injured at the ti; if Mu Qingi turned against him back then, he would most likely have suffered a bad end.
Instead, pacifying Mu Qingi first, then whether to investigate, recruit, or even confront later, is better than having his Silver Blood body directly clash with Mu Qingi’s stone resolve.
Mu Qingi thought Jing Zhengwei was an idiot, but little did she know that Jing Zhengwei was leading her on like she was the idiot!
Is this what businessn are like? Instantly understanding the relationships and weighing the gains and losses... Mu Qingi couldn’t help but sigh. She’s not stupid, but still can’t compare to others’ cunning!
Although she’s always heard about how insidious and cunning Jing Zhengwei is, seeing Jing Zhengwei’s behavior in the newspaper, shouting ’Illustrations! Illustrations!’ like a spoiled rich kid, she couldn’t help but feel contemptuous.
Otherwise, how could she have dared to follow Jing Zhengwei so boldly?
Second brother Minghong underestimated Jing Zhengwei, losing an assassin martyr; Bai Yulan and her subordinates underestimated Jing Zhengwei, losing their lives; Mu Qingi underestimated Jing Zhengwei and ended up being played for a fool by Jing Zhengwei!
Mu Qingi walked along the street, suddenly ducked into an alley, and when she erged, she had changed her clothes, altered her appearance, and even her wounds were healed.
Formless Battle Technique · Heart Fire.
Mu Qingi naturally didn’t go to work as herself—Jing Zhengwei had already seen her when he sought out Yin Minghong before. Moreover, Mu Qingi lives with Yin Minghong, if Jing Zhengwei found out, they’d all be dood.
The White Night from Xuanzhu dispatched Mu Qingi to infiltrate the newspaper because she possesses superb disguise skills.
The essence of ’Heart Fire’ cos from interior landscape battle techniques, aid at allowing Formless martial artists to maintain mastery over their bodies at all tis, self-therapy with light, combat healing, body strengthening, with the highest level even reaching the point of ’undying and unscathed’—at the mont of being attacked, the body has already completed healing!
Heart Fire, unquenchable, body unhard!
Mu Qingi hasn’t reached that level yet, but using heart fire for slight disguise is still no problem. There’s no need for a big change, just altering the facial muscles a bit, and she can transform from a graceful and elegant young lady to a vibrant and lively young lady.
However, this disguise can’t be used frequently in a short period, and the disguise ti can’t be too long; it must be reverted before sleeping, otherwise...
Otherwise, the face will automatically revert.
In fact, Mu Qingi’s talents are remarkably suited for espionage work, but her personality is really unsuitable; Xuanzhu White Night has rejected her multiple self-recomndations—rather than letting her stir up trouble, it’s better to have her practice at ho.
Before Mu Qingi went ho, she pondered whether to report the events that just happened.
But Minghong had already returned to Red Moon Fortress, and she had the authority to adapt to circumstances when receiving tasks...
If she reported it, White Night might consider it too dangerous and terminate her mission...
Mu Qingi deliberated for a long ti and ultimately suppressed her minor thoughts and turned to find the liaison dical Officer Wen Hong.
...
...
Bang!
Qing Lan forcefully pushed open the two doors of the bedroom, seeing Le Yu lying on the bed wrapped in gauze, leisurely reading a novel. As if a stone dropped from her heart, she gently sighed with relief and walked over, pursing her lips and saying, "Young Master, I’m back."
"Hmm, welco back." Le Yu raised his head, seemingly indifferent to Qing Lan’s expression, and instead looked at the two people who followed in: "Apologies."
Mi Die and Li Sang were silent for a long ti before Mi Die slowly asked, "Why are you apologizing to us?"
"I was careless this ti, I didn’t expect to be attacked while disguised and going out to play," Le Yu said. "Although having dozens of people ambush was indeed unexpected, if I had let you follow, I wouldn’t have nearly lost my life."
Mi Die and Li Sang still didn’t speak, or rather, they didn’t know what to say—they understood the reason for Le Yu’s apology, even if it had nothing to do with them, but if the Jing family’s eldest young master t with trouble, they wouldn’t escape punishnt.
This sort of thing has happened before; besides making up and covering up, they can’t do anything else, not even rebuke or complain. The master-servant relationship—if the emperor at least considers the ministers’ feelings, then the Silver Blood master undeniably considers the servants’ feelings.
Just like loyal ministers live to serve the emperor even to death, servants naturally live to take the fall for their masters.
So when they heard Le Yu apologizing for this reason, they didn’t know how to respond.
"Li Sang, go to Jing Garden and inform the Patriarch about my encounter," Le Yu said. "Let the Jing Family pressure the Silver Blood Association; soone crossed the line this ti, and the Silver Blood Association must provide an explanation."
"Mi Die, take so money to find the Chief Steward of the Ting Family Chamber of Comrce, and have him customize a short-barreled double-magazine shotgun for , and buy a batch of mother-child bullets."
The two nodded in agreent and left.
Le Yu exhaled lightly, looking at Qing Lan: "How’s the newspaper?"
"The ’Knowledge Discussion Zone’ has received a few submissions, but I don’t think they et your requirents, Young Master, so I sent them back for rewriting," Qing Lan said. "Either the wording is too ornate, or it’s too scholarly and full of quotes, almost none match the character settings."
"It’s normal; they’re not accustod yet, can’t shed their old writing style," Le Yu laughed. "I’m not expecting their drafts to be perfect. I’ll go there again tomorrow to demonstrate how to craft ’Knowledge Discussions,’ ’Bizarre Tidbits,’ and ’Inspiring Stories’—these have formulas; once learned, it’s quite simple. Like when soone arrives in Yanjing and just alighted from the train..."
"Young Master, you really have a lot of creative ideas," Qing Lan glanced at the desk. "That serialized novel, is that what you’ve been writing these days?"
"Yes, do you find it interesting?"
"Quite interesting, but..." Qing Lan tilted her head: "There are many things I can’t understand—elevators, cell phones, computers... I recognize every word, but I can’t imagine how a small box the size of a palm can transmit sound over miles, play music, or even show past scenes..."
"Liu Yu, Yin Yin, and Wei Zheng didn’t understand at first either, but they had to integrate into the future world to survive," Le Yu thought for a mont: "Oh, Qing Lan, can you draw? Since readers can’t imagine, I can create so illustrations for them!"
This way, illustrations take up a portion of the newspaper, reducing the amount of serialized text Le Yu needs to write!
"I can draw... but isn’t Mr. Lu more professional than ?"
"Oh, he’s busy drawing those color illustrations; don’t bother him with these little things," Le Yu said excitedly. "You take a piece of paper and use a charcoal pencil to draw; I’ll describe it, and you draw. Hmm, let’s start with sothing simple—the three-view diagram of an Apple phone!"
Seeing the Young Master suddenly excited, Qing Lan sat at the desk, pulled out a piece of white paper, and began to draw. Following the Young Master’s instructions, she used a ruler to draw straight lines and outlined a rectangular strange machine.
She suddenly asked: "By the way, Young Master, are you going to play cards at the Battle Card pavilion in the morning?"
"Yes," Le Yu said. "Draw a bitten apple in the center of the back view, yes, it’s bitten on the right side."
"Can you teach how to play Battle Cards?"
Le Yu blinked: "Are you serious?"
"Of course I’m serious," Qing Lan nodded emphatically.
Upon hearing this, Le Yu beca enthusiastic: "Then stop drawing; bring those three big stacks of Battle Cards over, and I’ll start introducing how to play Battle Cards. There are eighteen factions and three basic card types..."
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