Chapter 260

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Astral Express, Observation Car.

Xing stood before the full-length mirror, twisting left and right, a black-based, white-cloud-patterned robe swaying incessantly with her movements.

The cut was women's style, but the color scheme and pattern were familiar enough to scare a certain senior's PTSD right out of them.

Because it was practically cast from the same mold as Xuan Ge's General's uniform.

She tugged at her collar, turned back, and shouted at March 7th: "March, do you think I look good in this?"

March 7th was sitting cross-legged on a chair putting her hair up in a bun, a hair tie clenched in her teeth; hearing this, she looked up.

Just one glance, and her eyebrows twisted into an extremely complex arc.

"I think~~" she took out the hair tie, tightened the last loop of her bun, "you wouldn't last three seconds on the Xian Zhou before the Shen Wu Corps arrests you."

"Oh?" Xing spun a circle, her skirt hem spinning by her legs, and smoothly crossed her arms before her chest, striking a pose she consciously felt was imposing.

"I'm Xing Fei."

"Ah ah~~ you're saying you're Xing Fei again."

March 7th rolled her eyes at her, her tone even syncing with Xing's.

Xing ignored her, turned to look at Sunday playing chess with Welt in the corner, eyes lighting up, and blurted out:

"Lao Ri, you tell me, would I get arrested?"

Hearing the address "Lao Ri," Sunday's hand holding a white stone nearly failed to stabilize.

He first curved his mouth corners helplessly, then politely raised his head to respond.

"Naturally not. Miss Xing's identity is known to the Shen Wu Corps."

Finished speaking, he immediately returned his gaze to the chessboard.

Truth be told, he was truly convinced.

The day he boarded the train, everyone welcomed him enthusiastically; that moment he truly felt warmth, felt he had a new path to walk.

But!!

Just last night, his brain short-circuited; lying in bed, he sorted through the relationships of everyone on the train.

Dan Heng is Uncle's brother.

By convention, he must call Dan Heng — Uncle.

Lady Ji Zi is Uncle's consort; he must call her either Consort Ji or Auntie.

And Xing, this woman who keeps "Xing Fei" on her lips all day.

March 7th, usually looking cute and mischievous, but he who knows the Shen Wu royal family's inside details can no longer look at her straight.

There's still a damn Yue Fei living inside her body.

One circle calculated, he himself on this train is truly a proper junior, seniority low to the ground.

Fortunately, there's still Mr. Welt, a steady, reliable adult.

Sunday placed a white stone, raised his head to look at Welt, trying to find on that face the resonance of a fellow "outsider."

Welt was single-handedly holding that "General History of Shen Wu" he'd flipped through countless times, the other hand pinching a black stone, placing it without lifting his head, still muttering.

"As expected, rereading it, Xuan Huang unifying the six directions, truly great wisdom, great thought."

Sunday: "......"

Welt raised his eyes, looked at Sunday through his lenses, tone gentle like an elder:

"No need to mind identity. On the train, we are family."

"Right, Sunday, don't mind it."

Ji Zi walked over carrying a freshly brewed cup of coffee, bent slightly at the waist, and handed the cup to him.

She looked at Sunday, smile gentle, "Have a taste?"

Welt's glasses flashed white, and he unobtrusively stood up the General History of Shen Wu to block his face.

"Thank you, Lady Ji Zi." Sunday received the cup with both hands, politely and thoroughly lowering his head in thanks.

Seeing this action, Xing clutched her head with both hands, her shout nearly cracking: "Lao Ri, don't—!"

Sunday's hand froze at his mouth.

Just then he suddenly sensed danger, but a warning scan of the surroundings revealed nothing, and he looked at Xing in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

Finished speaking, he smiled at Ji Zi, lips touching the cup rim, and took a sip.

Just one sip.

Sunday's pupils shrank violently, the feathers on the back of his neck nearly exploding on the spot.

I'm dead!!

Ahhh!!

"Lao Ri! Without you, how can we resist Xuan Huang!"

Xing lunged forward in an arrow step, scooped the unconscious Sunday into her arms, thumb pressing his philtrum.

Xing's expression was grief-stricken, as if she would start writing a eulogy the next second.

Ji Zi looked at Sunday, pinched awake by Xing then fainting again from pain, and sighed regretfully: "Ah— could it be there were unground coffee beans?"

She lifted that lethal beverage, shook her head, "Hand-ground really doesn't work. Next time let's try at Emperor's place."

She had eaten so much of his stuff herself, her stomach and abdomen were both full, even her jade feet were covered in it.

Xuan Ge simply had to taste the coffee she ground by hand.

Welt revealed half his face from above the Shen Wu Tong Shi, glanced at Ji Zi, his mouth moved.

He really wanted to say — Ji Zi, is it possible that it's not a problem with your technique?

But he knew full well that once those words left his mouth, the next second the one dragged off to taste coffee would become himself.

Shen Wu Xian Zhou, inside the Hou Gong palace.

Xuan Ge was drinking with several women at the banquet table.

The dishes hadn't been touched much, but several jars of wine had already been opened.

Fei Xiao sat opposite him, holding chopsticks in her hand, but she hadn't picked up a single bite of food.

She watched her master and Han Yuan Jun chatting and laughing, her gaze then drifting toward Huang Quan sitting beside Xuan Ge — she sat in that position.

The position she herself usually occupied.

Fei Xiao took a deep breath, put on a polite smile, and addressed Huang Quan: "Ms. Huang Quan, the Void is so dangerous — may I ask how you cleared it for Master?"

Although she was displeased, this question was a genuine request for guidance.

After all, this matter was significant enough to be recorded in the annals of history, even warranting its own dedicated volume.

This one question drew the attention of Hua, Ling Sha, and Han Yuan Jun all at once.

Huang Quan put down her chopsticks and spoke flatly: "I understand the Void. That is why I can."

"Mm-hmm." Fei Xiao nodded, but this answer wasn't what she wanted.

There had to be some technique, some concrete steps.

She pressed further, "Then specifically, how is it done?"

Huang Quan fell silent.

Under the table, her hand quietly reached over and tugged at Xuan Ge's hem.

"Ah, it's like this, Huang Quan she..."

Xuan Ge was about to speak up to help her out of the fix, but Ling Sha smiled as she raised a cup to his lips, directly stuffing his words back down his throat:

"Your Majesty~~ we want to hear it~~ what if Huang Quan isn't around in the future? Then we'd at least have a direction."

"It doesn't matter." Huang Quan turned to look at Ling Sha, her eyes full of seriousness, "I will always be here."

Xuan Ge had just swallowed the wine when Han Yuan Jun already lifted the wine jar and topped him off.

Ling Sha raised another cup of wine to his lips, sealing his mouth tight.

"Hehe~ such a heavy drinker~ good thing I brought your favorite clear wine this time."

"Drink more. I have plenty more where that came from."

Hua looked at Xuan Ge with seductive eyes, raised her hand and conjured two large jars of wine at her feet.

Xuan Ge: "......"

Huang Quan looked around the circle: "You can't do it."

Finally her gaze landed on Hua, "Even you can't do it."

The banquet table fell silent for a full second.

The imperial concubines froze for a moment.

No one expected Huang Quan to directly throw down the gauntlet, speaking the hardest words in the flattest tone.

Perhaps she had that innate blunt straightforwardness of a Void Envoy, but right now, that didn't matter anymore.

What mattered was, Huang Quan had already declared war.

Ling Sha reached out and took a large bowl, setting it on the table.

Han Yuan Jun's finger hooked lightly, and the clear wine Hua brought flew from the jars, pouring steadily into the bowl.

Ling Sha pushed the brim-full bowl of clear wine before Xuan Ge: "Your Majesty, you drink. We'll have a good detailed talk with Ms. Huang Quan."

".... Uh." Xuan Ge received the large bowl, sensing this atmosphere.

Why does this scene feel so familiar?

He subconsciously glanced at Hua first.

A hint of madness flickered in Hua's eyes, very faint, but definitely pink.

He withdrew his gaze, not daring to look further.

Next.

Ling Sha — no need to look, she's been pink for a long time.

Looking at Han Yuan Jun again — those eyes that should have been brilliant ice-blue had already begun transitioning to pink, and had lost their highlights.

Fei Xiao sat in the farthest corner, but Xuan Ge simply didn't dare turn his head.

Just a glimpse from the corner of his eye was enough to see Fei Xiao's eyes had turned pink to the point of red.

"You all have doubts?" Huang Quan swept her gaze lightly over the imperial concubines.

She could feel their gazes were off, but she could never tell them the method.

That matter is too embarrassing.

Besides, this is between her and Xuan Ge.

With her here there won't be any accidents, no need for them to help.