7: Chapter 7 Mr. Will Not Disappear

Upon hearing this, Madam Wang still refused to calm down, abruptly standing up and shaking Wang Zheng's shoulders back and forth.

"What use is that? Can my son Wang Teng ever come back? Huh? Answer me!"

"You old hag! Do you really think I can't handle you just because I lost my cultivation?"

Seeing her pushing her luck, Wang Zheng was also consumed by rage, pinning Madam Wang down onto the bed with a backhand movement!

Then, ignoring her pleas for mercy, he began to tear at her clothes.

"Without Wang Teng, do you really think you're anyone of importance?"

"I'm telling you, even if I... you right here today, the Wang Family will choose me, a Spirit Transformation Realm elder, over you!"

Just then, a familiar yet mocking voice reached both of their ears simultaneously.

"Oho, looks like I've arrived at just the right time."

"To think I'd get to see a live erotic show?"

"Who's there?"

Wang Zheng abruptly pulled out—his sword?

Suddenly, the curtain in front of him was yanked open.

To his horror, he discovered that the dense crowd of carriage drivers and guards ahead of him were all dead!

And at the end of the canyon stood a phantom dozens of meters tall, holding a long spear.

"It's you!"

Wang Zheng's heart pounded wildly; although the weapon had changed, he recognized Su Chen at a single glance.

Su Chen twirled the spear and smiled indifferently.

"Although I spared your lives back then, I never truly intended to let you go."

"You know too much about the secrets of Great Gan and Jinyu. I don't enjoy slaughter, but I won't let a single person who deserves to die escape."

"Aren't you... afraid of making the Wang Family or even the Great Wei Dynasty your enemy?"

Su Chen smiled contemptuously.

"Even if I don't kill you, I doubt Great Wei would be friendly toward us!"

"You...!"

"Things have come to this, so we've lost. Might I ask your name, sir?"

Su Chen thrust his spear forward; wherever the spear's light passed, the canyon seemed to widen by a few inches.

"Normally, the dead have no right to know my name."

"However, since you've asked so sincerely, I shall show mercy and tell you."

"I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"

As the sounds of indignation still echoed in the canyon, the entire Wang Family convoy had already turned to ashes.

"All done. It's time to head back and see how things are with Xiao Yu."

"As expected, using a sword still suits me better..."

Su Chen sighed softly, and his figure vanished.

...

Inside Zhuge Jinyu's ancient mirror.

Su Chen's soul returned to his body, and he woke up inside the mirror, immediately feeling a wave of dizziness.

"System, can you not be so stingy next time? Acting like it's life or death every time I use a bit more power..."

["Understood, Godfather. Next time for sure!"]

...

It even called me Godfather. What else can I say? You're something else.

He "opened his eyes" and saw the scene outside through the mist, which seemed to have thinned slightly again.

It seemed that during this past month, Zhuge Jinyu had continued to wipe the mirror incessantly.

The view outside the mirror was no longer the familiar bedroom, but an elegant yet majestic study.

The candlelight was bright, and the room was filled with bamboo scrolls and documents.

A familiar figure was hunched over the desk, brow furrowed, her vermilion brush lingering over a memorial for a long time, unable to make a mark.

It was Zhuge Jinyu.

She was a bit thinner than a month ago, and the lines of her face, which had once been slightly baby-faced, had become more defined.

She wore a well-fitting, clearly custom-made female version of the Prime Minister's official robes, her white hair tied up with a simple jade hairpin.

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction; his investment target finally had the aura of a young Prime Minister.

However, he soon noticed the fatigue and worry between Zhuge Jinyu's brows.

"Xiao Yu?"

Su Chen called out tentatively.

The girl at the desk trembled violently, and the vermilion brush in her hand fell onto the memorial with a "clack," staining a patch of the originally clean white paper red.

She looked up in disbelief, glancing toward the corner of the desk at the ancient mirror she had wiped spotlessly clean.

"Mis... Mister?!"

Her voice instantly took on a tearful tone, and her eyes reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a startled little rabbit, she lunged toward the front of the desk, her hands tightly cupping the mirror.

"Mister! You're awake?! You're really awake! Jinyu, Jinyu thought..."

She choked up, unable to finish her sentence.

She simply rubbed her cheek gently against the mirror's surface, large tears rolling down and dripping onto Su Chen's "face."

"A month apart, and Xiao Yu is still such a crybaby."

Seeing the little Prime Minister crying so pitifully, Su Chen couldn't help but tease her.

"Tell me, if one day your Mister really disappeared forever, and no matter how much you cried I wouldn't come back, would you still cry?"

After hearing Su Chen's words, Zhuge Jinyu was very dissatisfied, her pretty face puffing up like a pufferfish.

"Mister is so powerful, how could you disappear! That hypothesis simply doesn't exist!"

"Even if Mister really disappeared, I would surely search from the highest heavens to the deepest underworld... to bring Mister back!"

Su Chen originally wanted to say more harsh words to provoke her and teach her not to cry anymore, but seeing her pitiful appearance, his heart softened.

"Rest easy, Mister won't leave you. Am I not fine? I just took a nap."

"It seems you weren't lazy this past month; you've even become an official?"

Zhuge Jinyu nodded vigorously like a chick pecking grain, like a child eager to show their report card to their parents.

"Mister, thanks to the knowledge you taught me that day and the vermilion bird feather fan, both His Majesty and Father have recognized my abilities."

"I am now the Junior Preceptor to the Crown Prince, assisting His Highness in handling some court affairs."

She briefly recounted the situation over the past month.

After the incident that day, Liu Xuan had overruled all objections and given Zhuge Jinyu an official position.

That Crown Prince was the child of her eldest sister and the Old Emperor, named Liu Dou.

According to Zhuge Jinyu's description, although the outside world had always given him the "reputation" of being a "hopeless, foolish Crown Prince."

In reality, he was a pure-hearted, somewhat simple-minded happy youth who was quite obedient to Zhuge Jinyu, his "little teacher."

However, after only a few days of peace, trouble arrived.

"Mister, while you were asleep, many strange things happened."

Zhuge Jinyu furrowed her delicate brows and began to pour out her worries.

First, the border at White Emperor City was in a state of emergency.

Small teams of cultivators from Great Hao frequently crossed the border to harass them; the scale wasn't large, but it was extremely annoying and tied down the border guards.

To stabilize the situation and to make an example of them to deter Great Hao, Zhuge Yuan personally led the army.

To show his importance, Liu Xuan actually decided to lead the campaign in person as well.

Su Chen paused and did not speak.

On the day of the ceremony a month ago, Liu Xuan, an Integration Realm expert, had been forced back by Wang Zheng, a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator.

Many people had seen it with their own eyes.

Including some who harbored ill intentions toward Great Gan.

He wanted to consolidate his prestige and deter certain restless cultivation families by achieving a great victory through a personal campaign.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

But Su Chen's keen sixth sense, honed by capital market schemes, told him that this time, he might very well be being set up by capital.

"My eldest sister is still heavily pregnant, yet she also followed them there."

"The Zhuge Family is almost empty, but fortunately, I've established my authority now, and they all listen to me."

Su Chen frowned and continued listening.

As a result, nearly half of the high-ranking officials in the court had left, and the burden suddenly fell on the Crown Prince Liu Dou and Zhuge Jinyu, who remained behind.

That wasn't all; even more bizarre things happened one after another.

"First, at the capital's vegetable market, when a butcher was slaughtering livestock, he found silk scripts inside the bellies of pigs and sheep."

"On them were written things like 'Wei inherits the Mandate of Heaven, the three shall become one'."

"It caused panic throughout the court, with everyone saying it was a warning from the heavens."

"Then, a hunter outside the city claimed to have heard a fox demon crying out all night in a fox den."

"Shouting slogans like 'Great Gan shall perish, Great Wei shall rise'."

"Now rumors are flying all over the capital, saying that our Zhuge Family's divine calculation techniques no longer work, and we couldn't even provide an early warning for such demonic occurrences."

"Many cultivation families and high-ranking court officials who originally supported us are now waiting to see, or even secretly questioning us."

Zhuge Jinyu's voice grew lower as she spoke, appearing extremely dejected and helpless.

"Mister, Jinyu divines every day, but it's always a chaotic mess. Could it be... could it be that Great Gan's fate has truly reached its end?"

After hearing all this, Su Chen completely couldn't hold it in anymore.

Don't misunderstand—he couldn't hold in his laughter.

He didn't expect that foolish ancient people would actually believe in these supernatural things.

Thinking about how whenever he saw a fox while scrolling through videos on Blue Star, there would be countless comments saying 'Great Chu shall rise, Chen Sheng shall be King', Su Chen found it even harder to hold back.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"My little Xiao Yu, without me around, has your brain turned to mush? You can't even see through such a simple routine?"

Su Chen didn't expect that after his scolding, Zhuge Jinyu's pretty face would actually turn red, showing a bit of a young girl's bashfulness.

Why are you blushing like a bubble tea pot? Listen carefully; my life is still in your hands.

"Rou... routine?"

"Nonsense!"

Su Chen said irritably, his tone carrying a kind of helplessness that said, 'How can you be so naive, child?'

"Let me ask you, what material were those silk scripts in the pigs' and sheep's bellies made of? Was the writing on them in ink or blood? Could they withstand the corrosion of stomach acid?"