Chapter 1587 – Conquering Nan Sheng, Killing An Huan (Part 1)
Perhaps it’s because those involved are confused while the onlookers are clear; the stowaway non-money crowd faced Yang Si’s aura and were momentarily stumped, but watching the live stream from behind the screen made their reactions lightning-fast—thanks to the bombardment of palace struggle dramas.
The women in palace struggles are terrifying, as if every word and glance is laced with meaning.
At this moment, every stowaway non-money viewer resembled a detective with an IQ of over two hundred, dissecting every hint with a magnifying glass.
From their realm, the stowaway non-money folks weren’t nearly as tense as the Empress of the Mountain Spirit, so their minds raced, quickly grasping his intentions.
【A Bit Bored】: Wait, am I hearing this right? Is Yang Si threatening us?
【Stowaway Non-Money】: No, you heard correctly; he is indeed threatening us, and it’s both laughable and infuriating! We’re like the host’s little cozy blankets; how could we ever do anything to hinder our host’s ambitions? Little Si Si looks so adorable worrying about it.
【Dance King of the Square】: That’s not the crux of the matter. The real kicker is Yang Si’s loyalty being caught by the host! This big guy has a bright future ahead! Most importantly, he’s taken a big step toward marrying Captain Jiang! If Captain Jiang finds out, his favorability rating will skyrocket!
As stowaway non-money fans of the rare but popular couple, they once fervently supported the Frostfall couple of Jiang Pengji and Nong Qin.
However, the host chose the more popular Wei Ci, which left many fans of that couple feeling deeply disappointed.
Even with Jiang Nongqin and Yang Si’s recent coupling resulting in a daughter, that group of fans didn’t switch allegiances, instead crafting increasingly tragic love storylines. Meanwhile, they were quite pleased that Yang Si was either a father or still single.
To win over the beauty first, one must first boost the leader’s (rival’s) favorability—it’s a bittersweet taste, indeed.
Watching the stowaway non-money comments, the Empress of the Mountain Spirit, formerly tense and fearful, couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter.
Yang Si, with a sharp glint in his eyes, asked, “What are you laughing at?”
Uh-oh!
The Empress of the Mountain Spirit’s cheeks, which had just regained color, blanched again. “I just thought you were overthinking it. I mean no harm at all.”
Regardless of whether the Empress swore by three fingers to the sky or not, Yang Si wouldn’t easily believe it, maintaining a three-part wariness.
“Non-tribal folk are inherently different.”
How can one trust a “Mountain Spirit” that isn’t human?
After asking what needed to be asked, Yang Si allowed the Empress to leave, not expecting her to linger, hesitating on the spot, wanting to say something.
Yang Si pressed, “Is there something else?”
If there’s no urgent matter, hurry up and leave; he still needed to think about his wording and write a letter to inform the leader about today’s encounter.
The Empress blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed, and said, “Could you give me an autograph?”
Yang Si chuckled in disbelief, “Do you mountain spirits really like collecting signatures from mortals?”
Seemingly, the first “Fisherwoman Mountain Spirit” they encountered before also asked for signatures, claiming it was a keepsake.
The Empress replied, “I think you have immense potential; you might end up as a historical figure, so your handwritten signature will have collectible value.”
Though another Empress is born every seven days, few get to be close to people like Jiang Pengji and the like; their handwritten signatures or personal items fetch high prices. This Empress wasn’t greedy—requesting valuable items would be out of the question, similar to a stranger asking him for his phone. However, simply asking for a signature seemed reasonable enough to her.
She was obsessed with a rigged RPG that required high-end specs, but as a broke freshman, she had no cash to upgrade her gaming laptop. If she could get Yang Si’s signature, she could sell it online and fund her gaming laptop. Then gaming would be a breeze.
To achieve her goal, the Empress even begrudgingly flattered Yang Si.
Hmph! As a person of integrity, she wouldn’t have softened if it weren’t for a few bucks needed for a gaming laptop.
Yang Si laughed, “That sounds nice to hear.”
“Since it sounds nice, why don’t you sign a few more for me?” she pressed further, “Getting rich depends on you, big-chested!”
Yang Si: “…”
Suddenly, he felt all his previous conspiracy theories and worries were wasted.
Why did he worry that the Mountain Spirit might hinder his lord’s ambitions and threaten his safety?
If Mountain Spirits were this simple to fool, he was more concerned about this race; truly, they couldn’t be this naive and foolish, could they?
The Empress noticed, “Why do I feel like your expression and gaze are looking down on me?”
Yang Si vehemently denied, “No, I didn’t; stop talking nonsense.”
The Empress happily left with Yang Si’s signature and her written blessings, leaving him feeling conflicted.
He skillfully sketched the tattoo patterns on the Empress’s nape, furrowing his brows.
Even with his vast experiences, he couldn’t decipher the origin or meaning of these patterns.
“Forget it; since a person appears every seven days, just keep an eye out for them.”
If the Mountain Spirits could conceal their nape tattoos, it shouldn’t happen that three of them revealed flaws.
If the Mountain Spirits genuinely posed a threat, Yang Si could plan defensively based on the regularity of their appearances and the nape mark.
The Empress’s appearance was merely a side note; what mattered was Yang Tao’s allegiance.
Jiang Pengji pieced together what occurred over there through the Empress’s perspective.
“Nie Clan isn’t a concern for now; let them dogfight. But An Huan won’t stay quiet; he needs to be taught a lesson,” Jiang Pengji said to Wei Ci, “As for Yang Tao’s allegiance, I need to handle it personally; Jing Rong has some inconveniences, and many matters are hard to settle.”
Though Yang Tao had already pledged allegiance, he was once a lord of a domain and made his own choice to submit; it was different from being captured after defeat. Yang Si and the others couldn’t step in, so they had to settle things for him until Jiang Pengji arrived. Some troops remained at Zhanjiang Pass to prevent the Nie Clan from making moves, while the rest could head to Zhangzhou, hoping to take Nan Sheng before the Nie clan regrouped. Once Nan Sheng fell, Zhong Zhao would pose no more threat.
To prevent accidents, Jiang Pengji intentionally kept Qi Guanrang and Sun Wen behind.
If the opportunity to deploy to Zhong Zhao matured, they wouldn’t need Jiang Pengji’s approval, which is a kind of permission without permission.
Qi Guanrang suggested, “The situation in Nan Sheng is uncertain; the lord might want to bring more people for peace of mind.”
Jiang Pengji asked, “Does Wen Zheng have any suggestions?”
Qi Guanrang glanced toward Wei Ci’s direction and said, “Zixiao is cautious and thoughtful; he has been deep into Nan Sheng and knows the situation well, the lord can take him along. Additionally, General Bai Ning is a local, perhaps he could be of help.”
Bai Ning was merely an extra; Qi Guanrang’s goal was still Wei Ci.
Their lord was too self-disciplined, which worried the subordinates; he could only find opportunities to bring the two together, hoping for a miracle to occur one day, enough to have a child delivered!
Why leave Wei Ci sitting at Zhanjiang Pass? It’s not like he was the only choice, but the little master was indeed a unique case!
Jiang Pengji cast a discreet glance at Qi Guanrang. He met her gaze resolutely, not backing down.
Reluctantly, under pressure to produce, she muttered, “There’s a war going on right now—be serious.”
Qi Guanrang replied, “The little master is crucial to the succession; it’s pretty serious.”
