Chapter 682 – The Time-Traveling Time-Traveling Girl (Part Three)
If you were to ask the girl who she hated the most now, it was undoubtedly Liu Zhi at the top, followed by Gu Min, and only at the end was the “Emperor Chen” whom she viewed as a thorn in her side.
After spending thirty million popularity points to buy information on Emperor Chen, receiving such an answer made her want to spew blood in anger!
After a while, the girl had smashed everything she could in the living room before her fury finally began to simmer down.
With her hair in disarray and clothes askew, she collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily as she tried to quell the raging flames in her chest.
“That Liu Zhi and Gu Min, both despicable harlots.”
She ground her back teeth in fury, her stunning beauty twisted into a fearsome grimace.
Especially Gu Min, just an ordinary time-traveling girl, messing around with a paper mill and selling things like blue bricks and glass for profit, using every tired cliche from time-travel novels—did she think she was fooling anyone? Even in death, Gu Min had left behind such a huge mess; it was simply infuriating!
Of course, she was mad, but she wasn’t jealous.
What good did it do Gu Min to remember these techniques after traveling?
She had the System as her golden finger, way better than that freakish time-traveling girl Gu Min.
As long as she accumulated enough points, what technique wouldn’t she get?
From the perspective of her golden finger alone, it was crystal clear who the favored one of heaven was.
Whatever she obtained in this world would turn into her wealth once she traveled back, so she was secretly raking in riches.
Upon hearing that glass had made an appearance in the northern frontier, selling at an outrageous price—a mere piece of inferior glass was worth tens of thousands of coins—she gritted her teeth and planned to exchange for the glass-making technique with the System. To her shock, it required a whopping forty-five million popularity points.
The System informed her that the technology was worthless in her eyes, but for this realm, it was revolutionary. The glass-making tech had already surpassed the technological level of this era, which was why it was so expensive; if she thought it was too pricey, she could simply not buy it.
In the end, she bought it, unwilling to part with the potential benefits—she needed to view this business with a long-term perspective.
To make a fortune, she handed the technique over to her confidants to produce and sell glass.
Initially, they made a nice profit, but she wasn’t thorough in her actions, leaking information that drew envious glances from other wealthy clans.
She’d given her confidants the “Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman,” but the craftsmen in the brick kilns hadn’t received one.
These craftsmen became the chink in her armor, leaking core techniques of glass production. Merchants jumping on the bandwagon flooded the market.
In Zhong Zhao, a wave of glass-making and money-grabbing swept over from top to bottom.
While she indulged in dreams within the palace, she had no idea what was happening outside. By the time she learned that the glass-making technique she had exchanged for forty-five million popularity points had ultimately netted her less than a million coins, she was nearly driven to the brink of vomiting blood and only loathed Gu Min even more.
As for the disastrous effects this glass bubble economy had on the common people? She didn’t care at all.
“Let Gu Min die like this—it would really be too easy on her…”
The girl glanced down at the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman in her hand, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
“System, what is my current combat level comparable to?”
“Comparable to the level of a grandmaster in this world, with combat power similar to the previous ‘Martial Arts Supreme.’”
The girl’s expression lit up; according to the System, her martial arts were already beyond first-class.
Just moments ago, she had felt immense pain spending her popularity points, but now she thought it was quite worth it.
With grandmaster-level skills, would she still fear an expert marksman like Xie Qian? Or be worried about a little Liu Xi?
Gritting her teeth, she said, “So do you know where that little brat Liu Xi is right now?”
The System asked in return, “Why does the Host want to know this?”
She smirked, derisively responding, “I spent a massive amount of popularity points to exchange for the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman to buy her information, of course, it’s to stir up some trouble for her! What good is it to exchange for it otherwise? I only have one chance; I better handle it myself for peace of mind.”
The System understood, “Are you planning to leave the palace? What about the ‘Empress’ inside the palace?”
The girl felt a surge of indecision.
The position of Empress had cost her far too much effort; how could she just let it go?
First, the identity of Empress was hard-won; how long had she plotted for it?
Second, as Empress, she could enjoy Zhong Zhao’s wealth first, and in this identity, she had secretly gathered countless treasures over the years.
Once she traveled back, even a single item would be worth millions!
It could catapult her from a penniless eighteen-line streamer to a wealthy heiress with treasures galore!
How could she bear to toss aside this money-making tree?
Even if she had to discard it, it could never be now…
She secretly ground her teeth, pondering how to perfectly resolve this matter.
Third, most of the audience in her live stream were homebodies who loved beauty, with a small number who were generous tycoons willing to spend, eagerly creating various tasks where they imagined themselves as the Emperor, frolicking with the palace maids.
If she lost her identity as Empress, a portion of those wealthy viewers would drift away, leading to significant losses.
However, if she didn’t leave the Zhong Zhao palace, she couldn’t trust anyone else with the Ninth-Rank Loyalty Talisman.
As for now…
The girl’s eyes narrowed, and a plan began to form.
“Wasn’t Xie Qian the one who ambushed me, leaving me to ‘lose too much blood and faint’? How about this, I can create a dummy as a substitute so I can slip out of the palace… The System’s products are top-notch; the dummy you create will definitely fool everyone!”
Even after flattering the System so much, it remained as unyielding as ever.
“Five million popularity points, no negotiations.”
The girl pouted in anger but ultimately agreed, still fuming.
Muttering inwardly, “You greedy merchant, you scoundrel!”
Meanwhile, in another location, Xie Qian, having failed the assassination, did not dawdle and decisively chose to retreat.
Having paid a small price, Xie Qian successfully shrugged off his pursuers.
He leaped into the cold palace and met with a middle-aged palace maid.
Seeing Xie Qian’s gloomy and unwilling expression, the maid immediately understood that the assassination had failed, and she couldn’t help but sigh internally.
“Mr. Xie, please follow me.”
The maid, looking a bit older than her actual age due to the hardships of life, wore the simplest maid attire but carried herself with remarkable grace and poise, moving without a sound.
Even with an assassin beside her, she remained calm as she helped Xie Qian fend off the searching guards.
Once that was taken care of, she concealed him in a clean bucket of slop and discreetly smuggled him out of the palace overnight.
Once the slop cart left the palace, Xie Qian changed vehicles midway, slipping into a well-lit mansion.
“Looks like you didn’t manage to kill that Evil Woman…”
As Xie Qian fiddled with the various bottles and jars, frowning as he treated his wounds, he heard a familiar voice without turning back.
