Chapter 311 – Three Years at Langya (Eleven)
Liu Zhi and Jiang Pengji’s “father-son” relationship had lingered in the Feng Residence for quite some time, but as they say, all gatherings must come to an end.
As the days passed, it was time for their families to part ways.
“Lan Ting, you must be more cautious at Langya Academy. Think twice before acting, and don’t be too impulsive.”
Feng Jin sighed not for the first time, considering Jiang Pengji’s gender; if only this dear friend were a man, what grand achievements could have been accomplished!
Unfortunately, she was a woman, bound by the constraints of her gender, which made Feng Jin feel quite regretful.
“Got it! Do I look like someone who stirs up trouble?” Jiang Pengji replied with innocent earnestness.
Feng Jin fell silent for a moment before bluntly retorting, “Yes, totally!”
Xu Ke was on the verge of bursting into laughter; he was increasingly fond of this candid Feng Langjun, straightforward and honest.
Jiang Pengji shot Xu Ke an annoyed glare.
“You’re just throwing me under the bus.”
Hui Jun was handed over to Liu Zhi to manage, who assigned people to teach her various skills like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as etiquette. Liu Zhi himself had received an official appointment to Chongzhou and would depart shortly, meaning Jiang Pengji could not accompany him.
Thus, before leaving, Liu Zhi specially took a generous gift to seek Mr. Yuanjing’s formal assistance in looking after Jiang Pengji.
She was going to study, not for leisure, so only two would accompany Jiang Pengji to Langya.
One was Ta Xue, the other Xu Ke.
As for the maidservants, they could be found later in Langya.
“I’ve always been confident in you, and you don’t need to pressure yourself too much while studying at Langya,” Liu Zhi said, looking at his daughter, whose stature was gradually growing. His heart was filled with emotions. “Mr. Yuanjing is highly talented, so make sure to learn well under him. If you don’t understand something, just ask him. Don’t feel like it’s a bother… If you face any inconveniences in life, just send word to me directly. Don’t ever compromise your comfort…”
Liu Zhi was not someone prone to unnecessary sentimentality, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of worry for his only daughter.
After all, she was his sole child.
The only remaining bloodline of Amin in this world.
No matter how much Liu Zhi lectured, Jiang Pengji obediently responded.
On the next day, after bidding farewell to Feng Ren and his wife, and Feng Jin, Jiang Pengji boarded a carriage. The driver gently flicked the reins, and the wheels began to turn.
Liu Zhi also got on his carriage, which was much more ornate than Jiang Pengji’s, with around a hundred guards flanking him.
Chongzhou was not in a stable state these days; one could encounter all sorts of dangers on the road, and having more people increased safety.
As for Jiang Pengji?
She could single-handedly take on a group, so she entirely declined Liu Zhi’s offer of protective guards.
Suppressing her excess emotions, she glanced back at the Feng Residence, which she had stayed at for some time, then lowered the carriage curtain, her expression returning to its usual indifference.
After looking at some books for a while, boredom led her to check the live stream comments to pass the time.
Due to the recent snow disaster, the audience in the live stream seemed affected; their mood was not very high. Most of the comments were simple greetings, lacking the playful antics typical of the chat. Jiang Pengji flipped through the comments, her lips curling into a cold smile.
Since her mood soured, the System had better not think it could stay in high spirits.
“System, I just remembered something. Don’t you find the live stream game a bit strange?”
The roads in the wealthy districts of the capital were smooth, and with Liu Zhi’s excellent shock absorption system, she barely felt the bumps in her carriage.
The System hadn’t spoken since the last quarrel with Jiang Pengji, and now that she initiated conversation, it felt anxious, sensing it wasn’t a good sign.
“What’s missing?” the System asked.
Jiang Pengji appeared unconcerned as she flipped through the comment records, moving back in time day by day.
With her extraordinary memory, her reading speed was extraordinarily fast, flipping through records faster than turning pages in a book.
“I remember you once told me your full name is the [Dimension Palace Fighting Live Broadcast System]. It’s not just the Ancient times on the other side of the stream; even in my interstellar era, the theory of dimensions was a scientific goal pursued by researchers.”
Jiang Pengji spoke coolly, but the System felt a pang of dread, wishing it could erase its existence.
“If a live platform suddenly emerged in my dimension with a cross-dimensional live room, which is proven to exist…” Jiang Pengji tilted her head, her cold smile sending chills down the System’s spine, “Do you think a proper government or a major power with influence would just stand by idly? Yet, after reviewing so many comments, it seems I haven’t noticed anything abnormal.”
Jiang Pengji’s light and airy words struck the System like thunder.
After scaring the System a bit, she sighed, “Can you explain why that is?”
She had always held a great deal of skepticism and wariness against the System. Why? Because the System wasn’t deserving of her trust.
There were just too many shady dealings behind it, and believing it would be foolish.
If she hadn’t tested it multiple times and confirmed that the audience in the live stream was genuinely real, and indeed connected to another dimension, she might have suspected that these “viewers” were fakes, a facade crafted by the System itself.
The dimension was real, but it lacked a critical part of the comment content, leading Jiang Pengji to doubt that the System was hiding something.
Any comments related to the official forces of that dimension had all been silently purged by the System, or perhaps those people didn’t qualify to enter the live stream and thus couldn’t post comments. What exactly was the System trying to do?
After a long while, Jiang Pengji thought the System was going to remain silent when it finally responded.
“The broadcaster’s level is too low and doesn’t have permissions related to that aspect. Moreover, the theme of the live stream is palace struggles; your task is merely to broadcast how to navigate palace intrigue and transform from a Noble Girl into the Empress, Phoenix Ascending to the Throne. Therefore, you need viewers genuinely interested in this, not a bunch of opportunists with ulterior motives. As a System, I must enforce strict standards to ensure the quality of the live stream.”
The System replied coldly.
It added, “As a System, my responsibility is to guide the broadcaster onto the right path. Any content irrelevant to the main storyline that affects the viewing quality must be eliminated, which is why personnel from the official forces of that dimension cannot enter the live stream or post comments that could mislead you. You can carefully review the live broadcast agreement you signed at the start regarding this matter.”
The System was merely doing its job, adhering to regulations; Jiang Pengji couldn’t really argue against that.
She secretly clicked her tongue.
After all, this was just a System, whether black or white, it could do whatever it wanted.
No matter how it presented its case, she wasn’t buying it.
Jiang Pengji scoffed, “That’s fine by me; I never liked dealing with unfamiliar powers anyway.”
Her life was purely her own affair, and no one could meddle.
Upon hearing this, the System secretly let out a sigh of relief.
It was a long while before the outside world announced the arrival of the carriage. The horses came to a stop before the lodging place of Mr. Yuanjing.
