Chapter 1582 – Defeating Nie Liang and Attacking Yang Tao, Aiming for the World (End)
Since the Nie Clan crisis faded away, Zhanjiang Pass settled into tranquility. After busily managing for a while, Jiang Pengji decided to act as a hands-off shopkeeper, claiming it was to train the new generation. Thus, many trivial matters were dumped onto the two little kids, Feng Yi and Sun Lan, which made Sun Wen feel particularly pained, constantly lamenting, “Lanlan is getting skinnier,” “Her clothes seem bigger by a size,” “My dear grandson, this is the old chicken soup I had someone simmer for you.”
Jiang Pengji coldly watched, her teeth aching at the sight, but with Sun Wen right in front of her, she couldn’t say it outright.
The idle folks in the livestream didn’t have such worries and quickly pushed a trending topic called “Self-Cultivation of Sun Lovers” to the top.
Nearly everything Jiang Pengji wanted to complain about had already been voiced by them.
【Fairy Queen’s Crimson】：Old Mr. Sun is like a textbook example of a devoted grandparent, he’d love to just shove his grandson into his pocket.
【Mushroom Jumping Little Apple】：Sigh, other people’s grandfathers never disappoint me, envy and jealousy!
【Lotus Pond Nightshade】：Old Sun can take his grandson to participate in “Where Grandpa Goes” reality show; his popularity would surely be the highest.
Though he doted on his grandson, Sun Wen kept a sense of propriety and wouldn’t interfere with his grandson’s training, heartlessly watching Sun Lan struggle and roll around.
In comparison, Feng Yi was in a worse spot, stooping over paperwork each time, visibly becoming thinner.
Qi Guanrang couldn’t stand it anymore and occasionally stepped in to help, worried the kid might ascend to heaven at such a young age.
“Thank you.”
After nearly a year, the last traces of childhood innocence had vanished from Feng Yi’s face, replaced with an unusual determination for his age. He had grown taller, now resembling a bean sprout, standing at least half a head shorter than Qi Guanrang. Keep in mind, Qi Guanrang was of mixed heritage, naturally taller than the average man from Central Plains. Feng Yi was still young, with room to grow; he would be even taller in the future.
“Your father praised me to the skies and sent me good gifts begging me to look after you. If I didn’t do something, wouldn’t he throw a fit?” Qi Guanrang had no intention of hiding Feng Zhen’s character, knowing Feng Yi understood what his father was like. His tone dripped with unique sarcasm and sharpness. However, he was much gentler with Feng Yi, even instructing the guards to hunt some wild game for him to supplement his nutrition, taking on a somewhat fatherly demeanor, “Eat more; you’re in a growth spurt, and the military camp’s food is still too bland.”
Feng Yi smiled in response, his gaze landing on the pile of unfinished military affairs on the table, and his head ached.
“How is the Lord doing lately?”
“The Lord is in better shape than a bear, any discomfort is merely an excuse for laziness.” Qi Guanrang knew what he was trying to probe, “That’s just her character; she cannot stand tedious paperwork. Thankfully, it’s nothing serious, especially since she specifically threw these tasks at you and Sun Lan for practice.”
Feng Yi asked, “Is the Lord often like this?”
Previously, during intense military conflicts, Feng Yi frequently saw Jiang Pengji’s tent ablaze with light, no matter how many military affairs he brought in, the next day it was always clean and tidy. Thus, she had left him with an impression of diligence concerning governmental affairs—until recently when she let loose…
“Remember her status, she’s the Lord. If she had to personally handle everything, what on earth do so many ministers even do?” Qi Guanrang naturally asserted, “Once you graduate from Golden Scales Academy and enter the officialdom, you’ll likely have to adapt. Ministers have their duties; rulers too have their responsibilities. The Lord is like the head of a person; she doesn’t need to do everything personally, just needs to know what matters each person is responsible for.”
While being diligent in governance is good, if one knows nothing yet insists on meddling everywhere, that’s just a pain in the neck.
In this world, not everyone is as all-knowing and all-powerful as the Lord; there are too many self-satisfied fools who pretend to be knowledgeable without understanding.
“Um… there is something…” After finishing his meal, Feng Yi displayed rare hesitation, “I don’t know…”
Qi Guanrang raised an eyebrow and noticed a light blush on Feng Yi’s face, “Just say it.”
“This afternoon, my nephew went to the main tent and saw… the Lord and Wei Ci seemed a bit… intimate?”
Qi Guanrang replied, “Keep this to yourself; don’t go spreading it around.”
Feng Yi was startled, “Are those two really…”
Qi Guanrang said, “Both unmarried and unattached, let them do as they please. Why are you so shocked?”
Feng Yi: “…”
Unmarried, unattached?
Feng Yi, upon recalling the subjects were the Lord and Wei Ci, silently swallowed his retorts.
Qi Guanrang sported a standard nonchalant expression, stating, “Now that the military matters are nearly over, it’s time to hope for a Young Master to come along.”
He would have the guards head into the mountains to find any wild animals that could be used for bolstering vitality.
Wei Zixiao was still a bit too thin.
Feng Yi nodded awkwardly, “Yeah, the Lord has no children to this day, which is rather worrying.”
Counting the months, the Lord would soon be twenty-four.
In this day and age, not having kids at that age certainly raises concerns.
At that moment, what should have been in the main tent was Jiang Pengji, but instead?
She was outside having a picnic, napping with her head on Wei Ci’s lap, making a group of idle viewers envious to the point of tears.
“The Lord seems really happy; did something good happen?”
Jiang Pengji gazed at his lips for quite some time, watching Wei Ci squirm with discomfort, unable to help but think back to a certain reckless moment.
“How did you notice I’m in a good mood? The food is in front of me, yet I can only take a few bites; I’m utterly heartbroken.”
Jiang Pengji’s flirtations were inversely proportional to her principles, coming in waves, and even Wei Ci, who had seen a lot, couldn’t withstand it.
Hearing her insinuating tease, Wei Ci embarrassingly reddened at the ears.
“Don’t be like that next time; today… it seems like Guanrang…”
Letting a few people like Qi Guanrang know is one thing, but being caught red-handed by Feng Yi was truly mortifying. He knew how high his master’s guard was, and Feng Yi getting close to her was sure to be noticed; it was just that he played tricks and didn’t warn him.
Jiang Pengji remarked, “Back at his age, I didn’t know how many gigabytes of videos I had watched; how could today’s kids be that innocent?”
Wei Ci: “…”
Though he didn’t quite understand, he felt something was off.
“Are those several ‘gigs’ things?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Animated fire-prevention guides; one gigabyte is probably many, many sets.”
Wei Ci: “…”
Jiang Pengji still seemed unsatisfied with him not being embarrassed enough, “If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll take you to have a look. But those characters don’t measure up to Zixiao even one percent. I don’t know what’s so interesting about them; I find it dreadfully boring, only some poses are worth a glance.”
Jiang Pengji had spent her younger years in a gene soldier training camp.
Some less-than-serious comrades bullied her for her age, teasing that it was fun, and Jiang Pengji seriously watched everything in its entirety.
However, her insights were terrifying; those characters looked like nothing more than skeletons in her eyes; she couldn’t see what was appealing.
Jiang Pengji added, “Once we return from the campaign, shall we give it a go?”
Wei Ci was at a loss for words, only to bury his head in his hands, his ears glowing red.
“If the Lord continues like this, Zixiao might really get angry!”
Super fierce!
Jiang Pengji chuckled, “Okay, okay, I’ll change. Don’t get mad. To make it up to you, how about I tell you some good news?”
The flames of Wei Ci’s anger fizzled out in an instant.
“What news?”
Jiang Pengji announced, “Yang Tao has surrendered.”
Wei Ci’s face lit up with surprise, “When did this happen?”
Jiang Pengji explained, “Just now; in about ten to twenty days we should receive the battle report.”
Freshly baked, a tender and juicy Empress of the Mountain Spirit is on the scene!
As for the reincarnated Yan Tao, he’s just the wet nurse of a certain someone’s son.
#Sensual Empress, Online Nursing#
