Chapter 1431 – Continuing the Construction (Part 5)
Wei Ci’s heart skipped a beat, mistakenly believing something happened to Jiang Pengji, and hurriedly inquired.
“What’s wrong with the Lord?”
Feng Zhen stammered, “Not sure, just a guess… The Lord might… not be able to conceive?”
Upon hearing this, Wei Ci’s expression turned serious as he scolded, “Who’s spreading such rumors? The Lord is perfectly healthy!”
If the Lord can’t conceive, then how did we have two kids in the last life? Were they spawned from a rock?
Feng Zhen lowered his voice, “If it’s not your problem or the Lord’s, then why has there been no sign of the Young Master after all these years?”
Even if they see each other rarely, how could they not have hit the mark even once after all this time of closeness?
“The Lord remains chaste and untainted,” Wei Ci blushed at those words, “Where did you hear such gossip?”
Feng Zhen was astonished.
This time, he was genuinely shocked!
“The Lord was already being eyed when she was twelve… Now that she’s nearly twenty-two, you’re saying both of you are still untouched?” Feng Zhen thought he must have misheard; this was nonsense! Jiang Pengji, frequenting brothels and drinking, flirting smoothly, wielding more charm than a seasoned courtesan—yet still a virgin?
Wei Ci angrily retorted, “You’re truly indecent!”
Who said a romantic connection between men and women must lead to bed rolling?
What kind of ridiculous notion was in Feng Zhen’s head?
Confronted by Wei Ci’s critique, Feng Zhen could only chuckle, “Indeed, a virgin who knows nothing of male-female matters.”
Wei Ci’s ears were even redder now, nearly matching the sunset.
Feng Zhen hinted meaningfully, “Zixiao, you’re six years older than the Lord. In two years, you’ll be at the age of standing firm in society…”
He had always thought men over twenty were no longer innocent, but Wei Ci’s continued innocence was pushing his limits.
Wei Ci retorted, “Waiting a few more years isn’t an issue. The Lord’s current focus should be on conquering the world, not on romantic affairs. We should wait until we have most of Zhong Zhao’s territories under our control before considering that.”
If he remembered correctly, the Lord’s first pregnancy was shortly after their first encounter in the past life.
Wei Ci would never risk an unplanned pregnancy for a night of pleasure, jeopardizing their grand ambitions. It was far better to cultivate oneself.
For Wei Ci, physical connection was wonderful, but nothing compared to mutual spiritual support.
He had reincarnated to assist her in regaining the throne, not to drag her down; no one could interfere, not even himself!
If anyone dared obstruct him, Wei Ci would not hold back—especially against his own family.
Feng Zhen frowned, “Zhong Zhao? Zhong Zhao isn’t something Dongqing or Nan Sheng can compare to; the Nie Clan is quite troublesome.”
You want to wait until most of Zhong Zhao’s lands are secured before considering children? That could be years away; would Wei Ci still be fit then?
“The Nie Clan’s momentum is formidable, indeed—they are currently the strongest noble force in Zhong Zhao, but that’s only temporary. Once Nie Liang dies, it would only take a little outside instigation to watch them in-fight,” Wei Ci stated darkly, “Years ago, chance allowed Nie Liang to escape death, but the toxins he’s been exposed to over countless years have severely weakened him. He hasn’t taken care of himself; instead, he foolishly seeks power, leading the Nie Clan against Zhong Zhao—it’s digging his own grave.”
Zhong Zhao’s Nie Clan has many talents, but in both his lives, Wei Ci only deemed two worth noticing: the brilliant Nie Liang and Sun Wen.
Not that others lacked talent, but their selfishness outweighed any capability—they posed no threat!
Nie Liang was prolonging his life by sheer will; eventually, it would catch up with him. Sun Wen, on the other hand, had been offended by the Nie Clan and was early on swayed to Wei Ci’s side.
He was curious to see how the internally conflicted Nie Clan would self-destruct!
Feng Zhen hesitated, “Do you remember, Zixiao’s relatives are all in Zhong Zhao, serving the Nie Clan?”
Wei Ci’s brother, Wei Ying, is even Nie Liang’s close friend and right-hand man.
“So what?” Wei Ci’s expression was icy, “He knows clearly which is lighter and which is heavier.”
He owed nothing to the Wei Clan—not in the past life, not in this one.
If the situation forced him to face his brother with blades drawn, he would strike harder, ensuring his brother’s departure was swift and painless.
Cold-hearted, was he?
In Wei Ci’s view, that was the highest form of respect and sentiment.
Feng Zhen could only shrug; since there weren’t any worries of his, he wouldn’t meddle further.
Wei Ci was still quite reliable.
Feng Zhen hadn’t kept this secret for long; Jiang Pengji heard the news the next day and immediately burst into laughter.
“Zishin is such a treasure! His moves are downright cheeky; does he suspect Zixiao is incapable?”
Wei Ci stood next to Jiang Pengji, feeling a mix of exhaustion as he heard her unrestrained laughter.
“Zishin’s doubts aren’t entirely unfounded; let him think what he wants.”
“But I know you can,” Jiang Pengji wrapped her arms around Wei Ci’s neck from behind, whispering with a smirk in his ear, “By the way, with someone doubting your abilities, doesn’t it get your heart racing a little as a man?”
Wei Ci’s ears turned red, lips pressed tight into silence.
Was he writing all those purity verses for nothing?
Seeing he wasn’t responding, Jiang Pengji laughed, “But I’m stirred.”
Wei Ci: “…”
Could his master tone it down a bit with the teasing?
To avoid igniting a fire, Wei Ci hurriedly made up a poor excuse to escape.
Jiang Pengji whistled playfully, her spirits soaring higher than ever.
“Who says you can escape from my grasp?”
Be it her foes or her prey, no one could flee.
This year’s New Year banquet would proceed as usual, and Jiang Pengji generously granted everyone a seven-day holiday in advance.
Yes, you read that right; she actually gave everyone a seven-day break before the actual holiday!
The more generous she was, the more the others felt anxious; Feng Zhen felt as though he was facing a great enemy.
A holiday, huh!
How long had they yearned for it?
When they finally experienced the magic of time off, each one felt uneasy as if something essential was missing.
This year was peaceful; various regions progressed steadily, emerging from the shadows of war to showcase a scene only a prosperous era could inspire.
As the architect of it all, Jiang Pengji’s sense of accomplishment and satisfaction was beyond words.
The New Year banquet was held again, and in high spirits, she handed out large red envelopes to every little rascal coming to pay their respects.
“When these kids grow up, the world will surely be a different place.”
Liu Xi, being an ordinary person, would be considered quite old if she lived to seventy or eighty.
Jiang Pengji could only entrust the future to this group of energetic and hopeful children.
Qi Guanrang shot a glance at Wei Ci and scoffed, “We’re still missing a Young Master.”
Without a Young Master, all the promising youth would be for nothing.
The hard work of one generation should not be simply passed on to the next without blood ties; otherwise, they’d be making wedding clothes for someone else!
Jiang Pengji, slightly tipsy, replied, “It will come eventually.”
She could only hope that
Zixiao, after returning tonight, wouldn’t be too shocked.
