Chapter 41: Su Qingli Becomes the Little Secretary

“No need, sit.”
Emperor Yunshen was unconcerned about such matters. “It’s fine, just sit.”
Gu Zixi and Huo Qing exchanged glances, finally sitting down with relief. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared to listen to matters concerning the Emperor’s family.
Su Qingli continued, “You two have been fighting openly and secretly for so long, and now things have finally calmed down, but...”
Zhunti spoke decisively, without a hint of hesitation. Clearly, he had already made up his mind—not to fight Taiyi, but to surrender directly, knowing he could never win.
“Haha, I won again!” Lin Sai cheered excitedly, jumping up from the Gomoku board and twisting her waist in triumph.
But in the eyes of the cunning fox, such behavior violated the principles of a covert agent—it was too conspicuous, too flamboyant. A covert agent would never make such a mistake. By the same logic, anyone who did was absolutely not a spy.
Stone spoke heartily, his voice even louder than last year. Xu Qing thought he could easily qualify as a national tenor. Listening to him speak at such close range, Xu Qing had to keep her distance just to avoid being overwhelmed by his booming voice.
Simply put, each day was spent learning new things, constructing planes of existence, and making real objects—never missing a task.
“Boss, do you have a moment?” Sid’s assistant, Ray Warner, knocked on the door of Sid’s lounge. Though Sid had many shoots outdoors in Canada, there were plenty of scenes filmed in the studio as well.
Then, Ye Qiu slammed his fist into Wang Hu’s abdomen, knocking him to the ground. The two machetes in Wang Hu’s hands slipped loose, and Ye Qiu grabbed Wang Hu’s left arm, twisting it fiercely.
He knew he needed to bandage his broken leg as soon as possible, before the pain set in. He thought of the first aid kit, but after searching himself, found only some emergency tourniquet cords in his pocket. He remembered that all the first aid kits had been collected and carried by the company’s quartermaster.
Those friendly to the human race had already retreated to a safe distance, while those who regarded humans as little more than food had gathered together, hoping to resist Shen Xian with their combined strength.
“Why don’t we count it again?” The managers exchanged uncertain glances, finding the figure hard to believe—fifty-seven million coins. That was equivalent to three-quarters of the government’s annual revenue in the Song dynasty. How could a single bank earn so much in one day?
“Damn it! How could there be such a freak among the new recruits?” Lei Budong cursed loudly as he fled, disgruntled at having suffered the most losses this time.
But now, with Feng Jianfeng as an added burden, Huang Xuanling would have to revise his battle plans.
“Hmph! Reckless fool!” Yuan Song swung his spear, unleashing a burst of soul power. The mighty soul light enveloped his battered weapon as he strode forward, each step radiating a powerful, intimidating force.
“Any clue is better than none. I’ll go look now…” Duoduo said, heading for the door.
Zheng Shuang pulled Mingyue to sit beside her, then briefly recounted what she and Lin Yifeng had discussed earlier.
Then, a ball of light floated before Lu You, rising and falling, as if beckoning him to make a choice.
Not far away, atop a slightly lower temple roof, a middle-aged man clad in violet-blue armor bowed his head in awe, pausing mid-sentence.
The anchor caught onto a reef, finally halting the great ship. It lingered beside the rocks, no longer drawn toward the whirlpool.