Chapter 1191 – Taking Down Xu Pei, The First Lord’s Kill (Part 61)
Some people just can’t handle being talked about. Just a moment ago, we were mentioning Jiang Pengji, and now here she is, following the scent right over.
“Lord, what brings you here?”
Jiang Pengji glanced at Wei Ci, her calm demeanor warmed with a hint of affection.
“I just finished some exercises at the training ground and was on my way back to the main tent for lunch when I happened to see you all.”
The moment Li Yun heard this, he quickly found an excuse to slip away, leaving space for Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci—he didn’t want to be the big third wheel.
“Han Mei is getting more slippery by the day—remember back in the day when he was one of the few honest guys among us?”
Jiang Pengji laughed in disbelief. Was she really that terrifying?
Wei Ci smiled faintly. Li Yun’s reaction surprised him, boosting his mood for reasons he couldn’t quite understand.
In front of others, Wei Ci usually hid his emotions deep within, masking his true feelings with a gentle facade.
But with Jiang Pengji, he rarely bothered to conceal anything—mainly because there was no use in trying; she could see right through him.
“Zixiao seems to be in good spirits?”
Wei Ci replied, “The Lord seems pretty happy too.”
Jiang Pengji crossed her arms and teased with a smile, “I’m in a good mood because my runaway frog has come back!”
The idle viewers in the live stream are incredibly fickle, just the other day they were infatuated with four paper figurines, and now they’ve crossed species and treat a frog like a son.
Jiang Pengji hadn’t even noticed Wei Ci’s return at first, but the live stream camera had a wider field of view than her own.
The moment Wei Ci popped into the camera’s range, the whole stream exploded like adding water to hot oil.
【Shen Yiyou】: Quack, our beauty’s quack is back—
【Shu Mountain Duck Pear】: What? Baby’s quack son finally came home?
【Fairy’s Meow Fluffball】: Son, Mom missed you to death!!!
【Quiet as Clear Ink】: Quack son is back? Looks like he even brought back a little buddy, our son’s really helpful.
Seeing the screen filled with “quack son,” Jiang Pengji suddenly found it hard to look directly at Wei Ci’s face.
The way the idle viewers nicknamed people was as terrible as her own naming skills—ridiculous to the extreme.
For a while now, the idle viewers seemed bewitched, with frogs popping up more frequently until they dominated the screen.
Even if Jiang Pengji didn’t watch the live broadcast comments much, she couldn’t escape the onslaught of “frog” flooding her feed.
She tried to catch up with the young folks by playing along, and the viewers cheered her on, calling her trendy, while Wei Ci looked baffled, his bright eyes filled with confusion.
What?
Runaway frog?
Wasn’t the Lord not fond of pets? When did she get a frog?
As sharp as Wei Ci was, even his mind stuttered for a moment.
But smart people are still smart; although he didn’t get the “traveling quack son” reference in the stream, once he pieced together the context and remembered how Jiang Pengji once joked about “boiling frogs in warm water,” he quickly caught on.
Clearing his throat, he feigned calmness, but the blush and warmth creeping up his ears wouldn’t go down so easily. Maybe it was the weather, but he felt a bit hot too.
“Zixiao hasn’t answered my question yet.”
Jiang Pengji helped steer the conversation away; she didn’t want to scare him off.
Her frog might just carry a backpack for a trip, but her frog had a mind too complex to guess, and often just played dead.
Sigh, it was exhausting.
Wei Ci said, “Nothing brings joy quite like seeing the Lord.”
That statement was true, but it wasn’t the main reason for his good mood.
What really made him happy was Li Yun’s reaction—his action was indirectly admitting to his and the Lord’s private relationship without any objection.
In his previous life, that was a notion he wouldn’t have dared to dream about.
Jiang Pengji said, “Say it a few more times privately, shake it up a bit; I love to hear it.”
When it came to being straightforward and passionate, ten Wei Cis could practice for ten lifetimes and still not match Jiang Pengji’s directness.
Wei Ci: “…”
Neither of them were the type to prioritize feelings, but the light atmosphere was abruptly cut off by Yang Tao’s arrival.
Yang Tao was her ally; after all, he had come all this way to cooperate, and Jiang Pengji couldn’t treat him lightly. Seeing Yang Tao again after so many years, she immediately rifled her memories, slowly blending the image of an innocent, naïve young boy from long ago with the stable, mature young man standing before her now.
She recognized Yang Tao’s identity immediately, whereas the idle viewers of the live stream were not so sharp.
To them, Yang Tao was simply the sunny young man who appeared a few times at the Huangshui Alliance, and with his decent looks, he couldn’t hold up to the scrutiny of the live stream where exposure was zero.
The idle viewers were mostly familiar with his name but not his face. Plus, the ever-shifting audience was a blur; they couldn’t remember such characters.
However, a big shot was still a big shot, and even among 850,000 people, there were exceptions.
【Stowaway Non-Money】: Um… Is this Yang Jian, that silly sweet son Yang Tao?
【Genius Guo Fengxiao】: _(:з)∠)_ Seems so; the baby has longed for his good friend Yan Lin for years—that’s his first love!
【Old Driver Alliance】: Time flies; in the blink of an eye, that once silly sweet kid has matured.
The audience’s impression of Yang Tao was quite shallow. If not for Jiang Pengji making an alliance with him, increasing the frequency of his name, the viewers wouldn’t even remember this guy. New viewers might not recall him at all, while old ones began to reminisce as soon as Yang Tao showed up—
When Yang Tao was still the silly sweet kid, many viewers were still single!
Years passed, the silly sweet kid had transformed into a stable and mature lord, yet the single folks stayed single. Sigh.
Jiang Pengji said, “Long time no see, Zheng Ze; hope you’ve been well.”
Yang Tao replied, “Lan Ting’s charm is as captivating as ever.”
Even knowing that Jiang Pengji was a woman, Yang Tao still found it hard to equate her with her gender when he saw her.
Or rather, would you say, the appearance of Liu Xi’s body was too non-threatening and misleading.
After the basic pleasantries were exchanged, Jiang Pengji swiftly dived into discussing Xu Pei’s situation.
If she didn’t deal with this kid quickly, she might miss out on next year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day.
As soon as they got down to business, Yang Tao shifted into a serious mentality, and the atmosphere grew tense.
Of course, the phrase “serious situation” didn’t apply to the idle viewers; aside from a few contentious remarks, much of the comments were just casual chitchat.
【Please, streamer, pick me!】: It’s weird to say, but our streamer doesn’t look bad at all—how come so many years have passed and she’s only opened one flower? According to the usual story, shouldn’t she have conquered all the lords with her personal charm? Thank goodness this is an ancient live stream across dimensions—what a gimmick! Otherwise, if it turned into a TV drama or novel, it’d probably flop and become a lame piece; no explosive moments.
Jiang Pengji had tens of billions of fans in their dimension, enough to fill the Atlantic Ocean with her popularity.
【Stowaway Non-Money】: Is that even hard to understand? Would you ever want to bring your beliefs down from their pedestal?
Don’t talk about bringing beliefs down; merely having such thoughts would be sacrilege.
Idle viewers: “…”
In that sense, Wei Ci truly was a brave soul.
Wei Ci: “…”
He’s not, he didn’t, he’s innocent! QAQ
Shanweng City had already been picked apart by everyone.
Xu Fei, trapped in Shanweng City, ultimately fell with the castle collapsing and lives lost.
Now with Xu Pei trapped, her enemies were still Jiang Pengji and Yang Tao, so naturally, she couldn’t hold on, and her demise was all but assured.
“I wonder how Xu Pei is feeling right now?” Jiang Pengji gazed toward Shanweng City, the cold wind passing through her hair without leaving a trace. She crossed her arms and said, “A few months ago, the emotion of Lord Wen Gong, she must deeply understand now, right?”
Like a trapped beast, struggling is death, not struggling is also death.
