Chapter 038 – Probably Because of the Wrong Gender
Confused live stream viewers were not a rare sight, but many seasoned porn veterans started to catch on.
Jiang Pengji chuckled at the barrage of comments; that teacher was well known in the Liu Clan for being a stuffy old Confucian, to put it bluntly, he was extremely finicky.
The old man valued etiquette above all else, and if anyone’s sitting posture was slightly off, he would correct them—not to mention someone sitting cross-legged in front of him.
Even in this era, which kid could run around with their pants down and not get slapped?
Not to mention, that cousin of hers was already considered an adult man in this timeframe.
[Stowaway Non-Money]: LOL, I think that little boy might have gotten laid last night, and the hostess kindly told him to go rest.
It was indeed a case of getting laid, but the person he was with wasn’t a girl; it was a proper man.
Jiang Pengji had a strong sense of smell, and when that cousin got close, she detected the scent of another person on him. Such a strong smell could only come from a close encounter over some time.
To make matters worse, it was the scent she had smelled before—the young servant who assisted her cousin while he studied.
Besides that, there was also a faint lingering scent of aftermath, not to mention the little hicky peeking out on his neck, and his slightly awkward walking posture… Tsk, tsk, this made her marvel at how open kids in ancient times could be.
[Wutian]: Got it, it relates to our party’s saying—senior gay men start from little kids LOL.
Watching the increasingly vulgar comments on the screen, the usually lewd and lively Jiang Pengji smiled silently.
[Bring Me My Cannon]: Yikes, saying it in jest is one thing, but actually doing it? That’s just gross.
To this, Jiang Pengji’s attitude was surprisingly open-minded; in her time, same-sex marriages were legal.
[Host V]: Gross? Not really. In this era, having sworn brothers among men is a celebrated story, even a trend. As the saying goes, “As long as the red flag doesn’t fall at home, the colorful flags flutter outside.” It’s common to have concubines on the left and boyfriends on the right, discussing poetry and romance is a normal occurrence.
Jiang Pengji recalled Liu Lanting’s memories; indeed, that was the case now. Men who were delicate and beautiful were praised, increasingly flamboyant in their attire each day, plastered with makeup, and some eccentric types had gone as far as not leaving home without fragrant perfume and cosmetics.
[Bring Me My Cannon]: But, Host… in this world, once a girl reaches marrying age, what if the men around her are all gay? What if she accidentally marries someone unsuitable?
Modern women marrying for convenience are quite common, but at least they can break the pot and choose divorce. In ancient times, it wasn’t that easy, right?
No matter how disgusting and sickening it felt inside, one had to hold their nose and get through life.
Jiang Pengji had never thought about this issue, as she had no concept of “marriage” in her mind.
Her eyes flicked to how to respond to the audience’s question.
[Host V]: No matter how delicate and beautiful a man is, to me, if the gender is wrong, I have no interest whatsoever.
Silence enveloped the crowd…
Then in the next moment, a notification flashed that viewer [Lily Supreme] donated 520 lover’s hearts.
Lover’s hearts had the same price as lollipops, but the latter had a pink heart symbol.
[Stowaway Non-Money]: Living it up, I just love a brutally honest and fierce hostess like this!
Another notification pinged as [Stowaway Non-Money] also donated 520 lover’s hearts.
Looking at the sudden flood of donations, most were either lover’s hearts or lollipops, completely drowning out the system prompts.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
She not only had a thought gap with ancient people but also with these close-to-modern viewers. It seemed she hadn’t really said anything that would touch their sensitive spots, right? She was confused over this sudden rush of donations.
The system suppressed its excitement, whispering to Jiang Pengji, “Host, do you see it now?”
Jiang Pengji raised an eyebrow and internally asked, “See what?”
“The audience’s donation emotions need to be stirred up; as long as someone breaks the ice, others will follow suit with their donations and be generous… So, would you like to hire me as your water army to occasionally drop some donations for you?”
When the system said that, Jiang Pengji could almost picture a goofy face making exaggerated expressions at her.
She promptly rejected, “No deal.”
The system was quite frustrated, wondering when their host would develop the awareness of a live streamer.
This was all a normal industry tactic, not necessarily deceitful. A small investment for a big return, why refuse?
A streamer needed solid skills alongside a team for promotion; otherwise, how could those rich patrons possibly appear?
Wasn’t it water armies and wealthy benefactors enticing and bringing out those competitive rich folk step by step, making them ready to shell out?
Just when she was ignoring the system, Jiang Pengji was caught off-guard by the teacher up front.
“Liu Xi, recite the part I just explained.”
The teacher had a stern look. Under normal conditions, he would have scolded any of his students who was zoning out. However, with Jiang Pengji, he felt a bit reluctant; after all, the turmoil in Hejian was related to the recent kidnapping case.
Jiang Pengji stood up, thought for a moment, and accurately recited the teacher’s earlier words without missing a beat.
The teacher stroked his beard, satisfied in his heart, then asked, “So, do you have any thoughts on this?”
Some people are naturally good at rote memorization—like Jiang Pengji, who had a true photographic memory and remarkable observation skills. However, memorizing a passage doesn’t equate to fully understanding its content.
Yet, given Liu Zhi’s status, others had high expectations for Liu Zhi’s only legitimate son.
What the teacher had just talked about was written by a quite renowned Confucian and was rather substantial, not related to romance and poetry, but aimed directly at the hidden dangers on the northern frontier of Dongqing—the three tribes of the North. Should they lure them in with kindness or strike with intimidation?
The Confucian believed that the three tribes in the North had been countering Dongqing for years, both sides suffering heavy losses. The border of Dongqing was in a state of distress, and while the three tribe rulers had hinted at intentions for peace, suggesting marrying off their cherished daughters to Dongqing, why not take the opportunity?
If Dongqing accepted negotiations, both sides would temporarily lay down arms and recuperate?
However, in negotiations, one must first overpower the opponent to gain absolute leverage.
“Non-members of my clan will surely harbor ill intentions. The three tribes of the North are wolf-hearted; how could small favors wear down their ambitions?” Without yielding a victory, what would negotiations yield? Jiang Pengji smiled faintly, articulating clearly, “Dongqing has been in a stalemate with the three tribes of the North for several years now, both sides having their wins and losses. Dongqing still hasn’t been on the losing end. If we were to negotiate now, think of the sacrifices made by our soldiers; how could they endure? That would be a last resort strategy, benefiting the enemy while harming ourselves, and yet a Confucian boldly advocates for negotiation—his heart is condemnable.”
The teacher’s previously gentle face went rigid in an instant; he never expected Jiang Pengji would actually have the guts to criticize a Confucian directly!
The other students also stirred; they had just been discussing that article, but all expressed their opinions tentatively, remaining neutral and not leaning toward war or peace—everyone had their reasons and no one dared to boldly take a stand.
