Chapter 10: He is the Emperor Yin

The man's gaze was steady and powerful, as vast as the ocean.

A faint smile played on his lips, as if clouds had parted to reveal the moon, or as if the snow and wind had finally ceased, allowing a brilliant radiance to bloom in an instant.

He was inherently possessed of a magnificent countenance; with such a smile, he nearly captured every soul in sight.

For a moment, Si Fuqing was captivated by his eyes. After a brief pause, she blinked. "Does the Boss also know a lot about this history?"

Yu Xiheng's tone was indifferent, betraying no emotion. "I've read a few history books. It's quite interesting."

"That's great, then. I haven't finished reading yet." Si Fuqing propped her chin on her hand. "Once I'm done, I'll seek your guidance, Boss."

Yu Xiheng neither nodded nor shook his head; he simply sipped his tea in silence.

His other hand tapped lightly against the tabletop, his dark eyes profound.

How could he not know? That was the era he had personally experienced.

Every inch of this land and river was a place where he had once stood and gazed out.

It was just that the time and space had changed.

Even someone as meticulous and cunning as the Emperor Yin could not have deduced why he had arrived in this future, fifteen hundred years later, to experience a rebirth after his death.

It felt like a dream.

But Yu Xiheng knew it was real.

He was seeing the Great Xia of fifteen hundred years later.

Perhaps Heaven knew of the dreams he had before his death and showed him mercy, granting him a next life.

To him, the records in history books were not merely rigid text, but proof that he had once lived.

It was quite a unique pleasure to evaluate oneself through the eyes of posterity.

Yu Xiheng had indeed read many biographies and storytelling accounts written about him; there was no shortage of praise, but there was also mockery.

But once a person dies, they are but a handful of earth. He would simply look and move on.

Those who criticized him and those who praised him were all matters of the past.

Victory is a cause for joy, and defeat is equally to be relished.

His life was his own to command.

He simply hadn't expected a young girl to be able to say such things.

It involuntarily made him think of someone.

The current Great Xia was technologically advanced and prosperous across ten thousand miles.

He truly had no regrets.

Si Fuqing ate a very full meal. She leaned back lazily in her chair. "I want to become a little chubby girl so I can pat my little belly whenever I want."

Feng San cleared the plates with a wooden expression.

He had already grown accustomed to Si Fuqing saying any number of nonsensical things.

At that moment, Yu Xiheng's gaze fell upon her, and he finally spoke. "Where are you staying?"

"Huh?" Si Fuqing looked up and provided a location.

Yu Xiheng nodded and looked toward Feng San.

Feng San understood immediately. "I will see Miss Si out."

At the same time, he felt a sense of curiosity.

His Ninth Brother's attitude toward Miss Si had become a few degrees more intimate.

Si Fuqing slung her bag over her shoulder and blinked her fox-like eyes. "Boss, if I perform well, can we sign a long-term contract?"

Yu Xiheng thought of the ferocity she had shown in the car, and then of the words she had spoken earlier that shook the ages. He let out a very soft laugh. "Depends on your performance."

Si Fuqing was satisfied. She happily made a heart gesture with her fingers. "Boss, love you! I'm going to go change first."

She would fleece this one first, and once she was done, she would find her next target.

Anyway, she knew quite a few things; if all else failed, she could just set up a stall on a pedestrian bridge.

She truly was a little genius.

Si Fuqing ran off, skipping happily.

Yu Xiheng suddenly spoke. "Doesn't she look like...?"

Feng San's expression sharpened. "Ninth Brother, you mean...?"

In an instant, his mind began scanning all major organizations for suspicious targets, wondering which agent or assassin resembled Si Fuqing.

Although Feng San had developed some goodwill toward Si Fuqing, he was still prepared to eliminate her on the spot if necessary.

Yu Xiheng: "A color-changing fox."

Feng San: "???"

What?

***

When Si Fuqing emerged after changing her clothes, Feng San had already driven the car around.

It was a pure white vehicle, still without any markings, and its design was extremely low-profile.

But as soon as she sat inside, Si Fuqing realized this car was extraordinary.

She inconspicuously rested her hand on the window sill.

There were at least three types of hidden weapons concealed here, not to mention other complex mechanisms.

If anyone dared to hijack this car, these weapons would claim their life in an instant.

Not only that, but the car's exterior was incredibly hard, clearly made of special materials.

It seemed her Boss had quite a significant background.

Naturally, Si Fuqing did not ask Feng San if he was from the Mo Clan of Zhongzhou.

Although the Mo Clan had stood for a thousand years without falling, it was not a field that ordinary people could touch.

Feng San noticed her scrutinizing gaze. "Does Miss Si like this car?"

"It's alright." Si Fuqing leaned back and propped her chin on her hand. "It could still be improved."

However, if she were to take action, the price would not be low, and she wouldn't just modify someone's car on a whim.

Feng San's competitive spirit was piqued. "How could it be improved?"

This car was forged by the Mo Clan; it was priceless, with a value of at least a billion at the Zhongzhou auctions.

Si Fuqing snapped her fingers and pointed to a plane speeding through the sky. "See that Great Xia 750?"

Feng San looked up, stunned. "How do you know that's a 750?"

"Simple. Lincheng International Airport only has two models, the 750 and the 349. That plane is flying east toward Donglinghai, so it must be a 750."

Feng San nodded instinctively.

Si Fuqing tilted her head. "Give me three days, and I can make that plane fly directly to the Principality of Muston at a speed of 6,000 km/h."

The Principality of Muston was located in the very center of the Western Continent, over ten thousand kilometers away from the borders of the Great Xia Empire.

Feng San's mouth twitched.

How could he be so confident that he could accept all of Miss Si's nonsense?

A speed of 6,000 km/h was the realm of rocket-powered experimental aircraft.

The culmination of decades of work from a research institute.

"When I have money, I'll buy a car too." Si Fuqing said leisurely. "Your car is too slow; there's no fun in it."

"..."

After Feng San dropped Si Fuqing off at her small apartment, he practically fled in panic.

Si Fuqing shrugged. "Young people, no endurance."

She closed the door, threw herself onto her soft bed, and rolled around a few times.

Yu Xiheng had prepaid her a hundred thousand in wages, and she had already placed orders online for over a dozen boxes of electronic components and snacks.

The feeling of having money was truly wonderful.

After lying there for a while, Si Fuqing went to the kitchen to slice the melon she had just bought.

Then, she went to her computer desk and opened her laptop.

Half a day had passed, and her name was still trending on the hot searches; the flame wars on Weibo had reached a fever pitch.

Si Fuqing was quite impressed that such low-level fan wars could last this long.

While eating melon, she watched the shouting Lu Yan fans with great interest.

[Tianle Media hasn't said anything, so it's probably true. Otherwise, they would have debunked it long ago.]

[Si Fuqing, get out of "Youthful Teens"! Just get out already!]

[Yan-ge is also silent. Otherwise, with his gentle nature, how could he not speak up?]

[Can the production team please say something? Is Si Fuqing really harassing our Yan-ge?]

[Si Fuqing, you are truly disgusting.]

Si Fuqing took a sip of water and slowly typed out a new Weibo post.

It was only one word.

[@SiFuqingV: Crawl.]

Good morning~~

You guys are already thinking about Qingqing meeting Emperor Ying at the start of the day. If they did meet, Qingqing would probably grab Yaoyao's hand and say, "Let's go, let's ignore those smelly men, see, I'm the cutest one" (?

The world where only the male lead is the victim has appeared!

ps: "Victory is a cause for joy, and defeat is equally to be relished" is from Su Shi's "Watching a Chess Match."

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