Chapter 783: The General and the Apprentice's Fictional Little Story

Sai Fei Er puts both hands on her hips, cat ears standing straight, "But I was right outside the door, heard it from start to finish! I haven't told anyone else about this, today I tell you because you both seem honest. Don't spread it around!"

She turned her head and glanced at the two.

Dan Heng's expression was like drinking century‑old fermented bean juice, choking until his eyes reddened.

He wanted to say he didn't believe it: Jing Yuan is Luofu's Divine Strategy General, has led the Cloud Cavalry for centuries, and was a close friend of his former self, so how could he be the person she described as being pressed onto a chair by her disciple, gasping for breath… that person.

Yet the inexplicable force emanating from the cat‑ear girl cloaked his mind like a mist, causing his Reason String and intuition to clash.

Don't believe. Believe. Don't believe. Believe.

The two thoughts wrestled back and forth in his brain juice.

Huo Huo slightly lifted his head, lips pressed into a line, and a fleeting smile flashed in his green eyes.

She quickly lowered her head, pretended to be scared, and pinched her palm with her fingernails.

This situation was just too amusing; she could barely contain herself.

Sai Fei Er watched their expressions, her heart blossomed with joy; her Deceitful Divine Authority was taking effect.

The more they believed, the closer her words seemed to truth.

It will eventually evolve into... heh heh~

This kind of virtuous cycle is practically heaven for her.

She decided to add fuel.

"Actually,"

Sai Fei Er slowed her speech, her Tail drawing circles behind her, "General Jingyuan and Yan Qing's relationship on Luofu's upper echelons is no secret. Tai Bu Si knows, Heavenly Ship Office knows, even the smiths at Construction Office know. But this was always part of their play, you get it? It's the kind where outsiders pretend not to know, they pretend outsiders don't know, everyone pretends ignorance while actually understanding, which makes it even more exciting."

Dan Heng's mouth corner began to twitch uncontrollably.

"One time it was even more outrageous,"

Sai Fei Er gestured with both hands, eyes wide, "A meeting in the main hall, all the agency heads were present, General Jingyuan sat at the head seat. He appeared solemn, but from where I stood I could see under the table and actually found Yan Qing underneath! His hand was resting on the general's thigh, moving upward! General Jingyuan was speaking, and midway he let out a gasp, his face instantly flushed. The room fell silent for three seconds, then everyone shuffled papers, pretending not to hear."

Sai Fei Er grew more animated, her cat ears trembling with excitement, the fur on her Tail slightly flared, "General's face was so red, how to put it, hotter than molten iron in the Construction Office's steel furnace. Yan Qing's hand didn't stop, continuing under the table—uh!"

Dan Heng thrust out his hand, his palm nearly slapping Sai Fei Er's face: "Enough! Stop talking!"

His voice was low, but each word came as if squeezed from his teeth.

Dan Heng, relying on centuries‑honed willpower, forcibly built a wall inside his mind, blocking all of Sai Fei Er's words outside.

His rationality was screaming madly, "This is fabricated, this is nonsense, there's not a single truth in that person's mouth."

Though that inexplicable "seems real" feeling still buzzed in his head, at least he kept the surface steady.

Sai Fei Er hopped back half a step, hands shielding her chest, making a "I'm scared of you" face, but the smile in her eyes was about to overflow: "Hey, don't doubt me! I have evidence!"

"What evidence."

Dan Heng's voice already carried a hint of fatigue.

"Wanna bet?"

Sai Fei Er extended a palm, five fingers spread, "If I can prove everything I said is true, each of you gives me 50,000 Credit Points. If it's false, I'll give each of you 50,000. How's that? Fair, right?"

Dan Heng shook his head: "No need."

It's not because he was reluctant to part with Credit Points, but because he had an extremely ominous premonition that whatever this cat‑ear girl produced, he would find it hard to counter.

"Are you scared?"

Sai Fei Er's cat ear tilted to one side, a fang flashed at the corner of her lips.

"Not scared."

Dan Heng's words stopped as soon as they left his mouth, he frowned as if recalling something, "…I mean, this kind of gamble itself—"

Before he could finish, Sai Fei Er had already pulled a phone from her pocket.

It was a small device with a golden frame, a cat‑paw sticker on its back.

She held the phone with one hand, thumb swiping left and right on the screen, muttering, "Don't regret it, I never make up false stories—found it!"

She flipped the phone screen toward the two.

Dan Heng stared at the play button icon, and an extremely ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He hadn't had time to speak up, Sai Fei Er's thumb had already pressed it.

A voice came out of the phone's speaker.

It sounded as if in a spacious hall, distant faint clicks of chess pieces dropping onto a board.

Then General Jingyuan's voice rose.

(Proceed with caution; may cause a thunderbolt.)

Not his usual relaxed, lazy tone, but a suppressed whisper: "…Yan Qing, you're still in the public hall, you should stop."

Yan Qing's voice followed immediately, closer than General Jingyuan's, as if right against the phone's microphone: "The general always says that. Last time in the side hall, the general also said it was the public hall, and what happened?"

The boy's tone carried a composure completely unfit for his age, as if teasing a big cat, leisurely.

The recording captured faint rustling of fabric, then General Jingyuan let out a muffled groan as he was forcibly pushed back, as if hitting an unspeakable spot.

"Yan Qing—"

"General, don't move. This place is even harder than last time, you stayed up late reviewing documents, right?"

Yan Qing's voice contained a faint smile, "The general never knows how to take care of himself. So it has to be me."

General Jingyuan's panting came through the speaker, that trailing sound of desperate suppression that couldn't be held, causing the air at the dock to solidify.

The recording suddenly emitted a muffled thud, as if someone's back hit a chair back, followed by General Jingyuan's barely audible "hiss—" as he was blocked.

The way of blocking wasn't with a hand, because Yan Qing's voice, pressed extremely close, almost a whisper yet clearly recorded by the phone: "Shh— General, there are still people outside."

General Jingyuan's response was a trembling breath, that sound wrapped around something he tried hard to swallow but couldn't, spilling from his throat.

Then Yan Qing spoke again, this time with a hint of youthful pride: "General, in this state, if the elders saw you—what do you think they'd think?"

"You—your nerve—keeps getting—"

It's all taught by the general.

The recording came to an abrupt halt in a sudden sound that was bitten off hard.

That "ah——" sound only managed to emit half a syllable before being cut off, as if someone had covered their mouth, but precisely that half-sound was the most fatal; the owner of the voice tried to swallow it back, but the body's instinctive reaction was a step faster than willpower, so the moment that half-sound escaped from the throat, it carried a damp sensation that made the scalp tingle.

The phone screen dimmed.

On the dock it was so quiet that one could hear the wind beating the gangway in the distance.

The wind blew a mooring rope to sway lightly; the rope's end knocked against the bollard—once, twice, three times.

Dan Heng stepped back half a step.

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