Chapter 135
Chapter 135
Li Su frowned and helped her up. “What do you mean, your life will soon end?”
Shengsheng Zhou rose with the motion, tears gathering on her pointed chin without falling.
Her chin itched, but she could not find a handkerchief. Through tear-filled eyes, she borrowed one from the equally incredulous Cuiguo and wiped her tears. Choking, she said, “To tell the truth… I have a terminal illness and won’t live long. I kept it from my lord because I feared worrying him. Please don’t tell him.”
“I have a feeling I won’t survive until his return. I beg you to tell me where he went. I want to see him once more.”
Li Su’s eyes softened. Finally he said, “My lord returned to the capital.”
Returned? He knew Fusheng Duan was from the capital?
Shengsheng struggled to bow, tears shimmering in her eyes as her pale lips moved. “Thank you, City Lord.”
Then she resolutely turned and walked away.
Li Su wanted to send a squad with her, but Shengsheng said someone would meet her.
When he heard it was a merchant caravan, he frowned in disapproval. Yet Shengsheng insisted repeatedly, so he ultimately sent several escorts.
That was already the best outcome, and Shengsheng did not argue further.
What she did not know was that after she left, Li Su immediately wrote a letter and sent it at full speed in the direction opposite the capital.
The letter explained that Shengsheng had an incurable illness and had departed for the capital.
Li Su hoped his lord would see it and quickly find her.
He could not reveal his lord’s location. The place was too dangerous, and no one knew what a weak woman like Shengsheng might encounter there.
Meanwhile, having obtained a legitimate reason to leave Heping City, Shengsheng used skills invisible to ordinary people to shake off San Zhang and the others, then flew rapidly in the direction opposite the capital.
As expected, that City Lord Su had lied. Your capital is to the east.
The instant he said “capital,” she knew he was lying. Fusheng had gone to find the dark-skinned man, who could not possibly visit the capital openly.
That was far too contradictory.
But this direction…
Seemed to lead toward the border between the Zhu Kingdom and Yong Kingdom.
What was the dark-skinned man doing there?
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“What did you say?!”
Inside the study, Xunlan Liu sprang from his seat in fury and disbelief.
The person reporting below lowered his head.
Breathing heavily, Xunlan demanded angrily, “Has Siran Ming gone mad?! This is an open provocation against us! Does he have no regard for the three-kingdom treaty?!”
Taking advantage of the fighting between the Zhu Kingdom and the barbarians, the Yong Kingdom had sent thirty thousand troops straight toward the border between the two nations.
Most importantly–
The Yong Emperor was personally leading the campaign.
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*A-Pang, say that again?*
Lying atop a branch narrower than her body, Shengsheng smiled without warmth.
A-Pang repeated himself, though more quietly. *I said… you’re out of fuel.*
Shengsheng’s smile grew kinder. *Why don’t you just delete me?*
*Suddenly, that otome system doesn’t seem so bad.*
A-Pang’s eyes widened in disbelief. *How can you think that? She was so cold! How could she be cuter than A-Pang?!*
Shengsheng instantly exploded. *Then tell me why this damned Search a Thousand Miles can! Run! Out! Of! Fuel?!*
Glancing at the sun, which was nearly off work, A-Pang’s arrogance instantly weakened. *The distance was too far. You couldn’t fly all the way…*
Shengsheng Zhou rolled her eyes inelegantly. She was truly overwhelmed with gratitude.
She had been having great fun flying in Ultraman’s classic pose when, in the next second, she dropped straight down.
Had a large tree not caught her, Shengsheng Zhou would have become Stinky Shengsheng.
Stinky from rotting sour in the ground!
*Then tell me what to do now. That otome system could at least give me four choices!*
Angry that she compared him with that cold, idiotic, person-mistaking system, A-Pang’s competitive spirit ignited.
Then he discovered his competitive spirit was worthless.
The shop was on cooldown, and when A-Pang could not exchange for things, he was capable of nothing but acting cute…
Shengsheng watched coldly. *Why do this to yourself, A-Pang?*
A-Pang surrendered in shame and anger. *You win! My tears are your spoils!*
Shengsheng smiled in total victory, then realized the pleasure brought no benefit and immediately grew stern again.
Her arms ached, and she would soon lose her grip on the branch.
Looking at the height below, Shengsheng gritted her teeth and edged backward, planning to climb down.
Then she fell flat on her back.
Amid A-Pang’s gleeful laughter, Shengsheng spat out the grass in her mouth.
She truly was fated to meet forests so remote that birds refused to shit in them.
Wonderful. She had reunited with her old companion again.
Rubbing her empty stomach, Shengsheng heard running water nearby and considered herself lucky to have fallen near a water source.
Touching her scraped elbow, she headed toward it with A-Pang.
After finally catching a fish with great effort, Shengsheng and A-Pang fell silent.
Looking at the lively yet albino-white fish, Shengsheng did not dare bite it.
“What is this? Can we eat it?”
Hovering nearby, A-Pang rubbed his chin and solemnly said, *This must be a salt fish. Its salt content is low, turning it white, and it appears only before rain. Jay Chou once said: Azure skies await the salt fish, while I await you.*
Shengsheng shook her head in disgust. “This is clearly an ice fish. It’s dangerous and slaps hands and faces. Andy Lau documented it in song: Cold, cold ice fish slapping wildly against my face.”
The formerly lively fish suddenly stopped moving and lay on the ground playing dead, eyes rolled back.
It should have rotted in the river.
“Who is Andy Lau?” someone asked.
Shengsheng naturally answered, “A heavenly king.”
Then she froze and spun around.
A boy one head shorter than her stood behind her. Dressed in coarse homespun, he held a fishing spear and carried a basket. His features were delicate, his skin somewhat dark, and his black-and-white eyes stared unblinkingly at Shengsheng.
Hearing “heavenly king,” the boy blinked. “I’ve never heard of him.”
Shengsheng studied him and thought he probably would after being dead for several thousand years.
“Who are you?” she asked.
The boy said his name was Xiaoyun and that he lived in the village below the mountain.
“You’re really pretty, even prettier than Xiaohua next door.” The boy rubbed his nose shyly.
Shengsheng brightened. This was the first time since arriving in this world that someone had called her pretty.