[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet-":3,"chapter-i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--chapter-747":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Just Maxed Out, and You Want Me to Be a Puppet Emperor?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2337186,4569,"Chapter 747","i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--chapter-747",747,"\u003Cp>She was a half-elf woman who looked no older than thirty, seated sideways on an old chair by the window, wearing only a thin, silk, dark green strapless nightdress that ended at her thighs, outlining her plump, graceful curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over it she loosely draped a sheer silk garment, which did nothing to conceal her but instead added a hazy allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She possessed delicate features similar to Sylph’s, yet more mature and alluring, her brow shadowed by an unyielding sorrow and exhaustion; she stared blankly into a fogged bronze mirror, as if lost in memory, or sighing at her present state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylph noticed Li Chen’s gaze fixed on the window; she bit her lip, a flicker of struggle crossing her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her instinct for survival and a deep-seated urge to please this powerful being drove her, almost against her will, to lower her voice and say to Li Chen: “My lord, that is my mother. She’s very timid, terrified of trouble, used to enduring everything without protest—if you wish to do anything to her, she would never dare speak up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice grew quieter with each word, thick with shame she could not voice, yet laced with the grim resolve of one who would sacrifice anything to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chen, though well-traveled and worldly, paused in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen many who betrayed their masters to save themselves, or sold friends for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this—this girl who, without hesitation, offered her own mother as a “bargaining chip” and “shield” to stay alive—he had never seen such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s “pragmatism” and “decisiveness” were astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Chen couldn’t help but smile inwardly, thinking: Truly, a promising child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ruthless adaptability for survival, if guided properly, might indeed be forged into a fine blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, on the condition that the blade remained firmly in his own hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Chen was, indeed, a man who appreciated the allure of mature women, he was now in a foreign land, unfamiliar and unsecured, and this was a critical moment of covert investigation—he would not act so recklessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze away from the window and said calmly to the tense, uneasy Sylph beside him: “Take me to your room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sylph felt the unreadable weight of his gaze and trembled slightly; countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but in the end, she nodded resignedly and whispered: “Yes, my lord. Please follow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed open the creaking wooden door and led Li Chen into her room, which could only be described as bare to the point of destitution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was tiny and spartan: only a hard wooden bed, a wooden table missing a corner, and a crooked chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls were peeling; in the corner lay a pile of clean but heavily patched old clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite the poverty, the room was immaculately tidy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed, though old, had a whitened sheet stretched smooth and taut;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tabletop was spotless, holding a simple bottle filled with wildflowers, adding a touch of life and color to the humble space;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the corner, stones had been arranged into a small, neat, simple pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every detail revealed the resident’s good upbringing and a quiet resilience—maintaining dignity and hope despite hardship—showing clearly that she was, at heart, a good girl, merely shaped by circumstance.\u003C\u002Fp>",550,"2026-06-20T21:59:20.546Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","44a46f60860f4bb62f8ef1ce781f4175b572cd65f04f074c0fbacd703ecd3cf4","i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--chapter-748","i-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--chapter-746",766,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-just-maxed-out-and-you-want-me-to-be-a-puppet--cover.jpg"]