Chapter 1131 – Cutting Off Xu Pei, The First Kill Among the Lords (1)
“The whole world, I want it all!”
After finishing her writing, Jiang Pengji took a step back to admire her own characters.
Before she could feel pleased, the audience, unafraid of getting smashed by her, began their antics again.
【Wolf Hiding in the Sky】:”Let me set a famous flag—In the realm of the Seven Nations, I want ninety-nine.”
A blue comment popped up, quickly followed by similar red ones.
The viewers from both dimensions exchanged glances, realizing that not only did they share similar cultural backgrounds, but even the animations were the same!
【Mu Xining】:”Streamer, why not consider changing your wording? The last one who said that ended up dying in a Qin prison.”
【New Abyss Meow】:”#Nose Picking, I see no reason to change it. Han Yu wants seventy nations and ninety-nine, but Emperor Shi wants a hundred. If it’s truly a flag, the streamer should look up to Emperor Shi and ultimately unify the world. And I’ll add, Han Yu, you died a terrible death!”
This group of onlookers loved to treat the live stream as a gossip hub, hardly holding back in their comments.
After a flurry of their chatter, the topic shifted from “the streamer has set a flag” to “can the male lead in an animation avoid death?”
Having been around these folks for years, Jiang Pengji had long understood their nature and simply treated the comments as air.
She hadn’t avoided mentioning Qi Guanrang while writing, so he could see what was written on the letter.
Even though he knew Jiang Pengji’s ambitions, seeing those eight large characters hit him like a wave of arrogance and confidence, leaving him slightly surprised.
“Leader—”
An inexplicable emotion surged, making Qi Guanrang feel as if something was lodged in his throat, rendering him unable to utter anything additional.
“What? Shocked into silence?” Jiang Pengji teased, “Or do you think I’m too arrogant and aim for the sky?”
Coming back to reality, Qi Guanrang didn’t rush to explain.
Just as Jiang Pengji understood that Qi Guanrang knew her well, he also knew she understood him and wouldn’t easily misinterpret or get angry.
“Surprised, yes, but once the surprise passes, I feel it’s rather—just as I expected,” Qi Guanrang furrowed his brow, suddenly changing his words, “No—not enough. It seems the leader’s ambitions are not only aimed at the world but also stretch into even vaster domains.”
“The heavens and earth are vast, the universe boundless—what’s called the Seven Nations may just be a drop in the ocean,” Jiang Pengji said with a knowing smile, her expression loaded with meaning, “Jumping out of this barrier, perhaps I can truly find that expanse in the world. If one day, I truly wish to take a look.”
Seeing her speak in such an enigmatic manner, Qi Guanrang took the initiative to change the subject.
It wasn’t surprising for him to be astonished—throughout history, countless emperors became obsessed with eternal life and sought the mythical realms of legends.
The fact proved that none of them achieved immortality, but rather died even earlier than others.
Qi Guanrang had no desire for his leader to make a foolish journey down the same path as their predecessors.
Noticing his intentions, Jiang Pengji let out a faint laugh.
She dropped her pen, used an incense burner to dry the ink, folded the letter, and called for a messenger sent by Xu Pei.
“If Xu Pei receives this letter, he may jump into a rage and lose his appetite.”
Jiang Pengji’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
The reply contained not only her aspirations but also a deliberate means to provoke Xu Pei.
While Xu Pei eagerly sent a messenger to defuse tensions, aiming for both families to unite and conquer the world,
She slapped him without a second thought.
Lords care about face, and Jiang Pengji’s action was positively brazen.
Some with smaller tempers might just blow a gasket!
Qi Guanrang chuckled, suddenly feeling a bit sympathetic toward Xu Pei.
Running into such an opponent might bring some old grudge from a past life!
“As long as the leader is happy.”
Qi Guanrang spoke calmly, though his eyes betrayed a mix of helplessness and amusement.
After sending the letter to the messenger, Wei Ci sought an audience outside the tent.
“Zixiao is indeed more punctual than a sundial.” Qi Guanrang calculated the approximate time in his mind, standing up with a smile, “I’ll take my leave first.”
He had quite the discernment, knowing when to make space for the two.
Wei Ci stepped aside, watching Qi Guanrang depart, their gazes briefly meeting in the air before quickly looking away.
Like a gentle breeze rippling through green waters, stirring the surface only to settle back into silence afterward.
Though Qi Guanrang held suspicion toward Wei Ci, the latter’s loyalty to the leader left little room for doubt.
“Is Zixiao here to keep watch again?”
Jiang Pengji spoke with double entendre.
Joking whether he was jealous of Qi Guanrang while also teasing about him arriving just to feed her regularly.
Wei Ci held a food box, tightly sealed, but the alluring aroma wafted close enough to tempt the appetite.
“Master is too indulgent, Wei constantly feels uneasy.” Wei Ci placed the food box down and served several steaming dishes, “The path to health relies on consistency; skipping meals here and there at an age like mine affects my stomach and lifespan.”
Wei Ci cleverly avoided Jiang Pengji’s jest.
“Ahem—I’m not that old yet to be thinking about health in my fifties!”
Wei Ci glanced at Jiang Pengji ruthlessly, “With the leader’s lack of restraint, even reaching fifty will be a doubt.”
In his previous life, the emperor never saw his fifty-first birthday.
Jiang Pengji felt a sharp pang in her heart and pleaded for mercy, “Alright, alright, as long as I eat on time, will that do? I promise to accompany you into your old age.”
She was shameless, while Wei Ci appeared a little bashful.
Even eating was an opportunity for flirtation; he felt exhausted.
Little did he know, this was merely child’s play compared to what was to come.
While Xu Pei stabilized the troops from Qin Gong, he anxiously awaited news from Jiang Pengji.
Following Han Yu’s advice, Xu Pei had made two plans.
If Jiang Pengji agreed to the alliance to conquer the world together, that would be splendid—the two factions could smoothly turn weapons into friendship.
If Jiang Pengji rejected the proposal, then war was inevitable, and Xu Pei needed to be well-prepared for battle.
However, he could afford to wait; Xu Fei could not.
Xu Fei was a direct descendant of the Xu family, already middle-aged, yet he had been coerced to suicide by his cousin, leaving his lineage extinct.
This was already a tragedy; they couldn’t just leave his corpse to rot in a coffin and deny him a proper burial, could they?
That raised another question.
A burial required a dutiful son to smash a basin; with Xu Fei’s sons all dead, where would a son come from?
Was he supposed to really pass his own son to Xu Fei?
Xu Pei was a thousand times unwilling to do that.
Ultimately, they could only choose a middle-ground solution, which disgusted Xu Pei so much he had to pinch his nose to see off Xu Fei and the others in their coffins.
With Qin Gong’s assistance, Xu Yansiao carefully gathered the remains of her parents and illegitimate siblings.
Two adults and five children, seven coffins in total.
What was once a bustling family was now reduced to just her.
Dressed in plain mourning clothes, Xu Yansiao, already slender, now looked a bit frightful in her gaunt state.
“Are you sure I should go back?”
As the last surviving daughter of Xu Fei, she certainly couldn’t miss the burial of her deceased parents, but the Xu family estate was in Zhejun.
Once back in Zhejun, she would have no freedom left.
Xu Pei still intended to use her as a model, showcasing her to the world while washing off the infamous crime of fratricide.
