“This.” Young Shiyi took out a mini book from her sash.
My eyes flew wide open at the text on the cover - Lord San Shen X Ximen Chuideng - First Volume.
No! No! No! No! No! I’d rather reveal all my secrets than listen to that!
“Oh, my mistake. It was this one.” Young Shiyi took out another mini book - Lord San Shen X Ximen Chuideng - Second Volume.
“Martial World Treasury! Martial World Treasury! I’m going to Dongying! Prepare me a ship! I don’t want to live here in shame for another minute!”
“Eh? Oh, wrong book again, ehe.”
… You’re still mad I taught outsiders, aren’t you?!
Young Shiyi finally brought out the actual book they read me every night - Journey to the West. No wonder why I saw myself journeying to the west for a scripture and bald monks all the time!
Read some more of Chang’e’s flirting part.
“This is what they read you every night. In spite of there being so many characters in the story, you only heard the parts starring Tang Seng. By the second day, you keep saying ‘Amitabha, three coins for incense. Please come inside for the ceremony’, ‘Empress Your Majesty, this one’s dharma name is Ji Xianfeng. He resides at Fengliu Town’ and whatnot.”
… I mean, it’s not as bad as Lord San Shen X Ximen Chuideng, but why do I feel like I haven’t won? Why does it feel as though I lost something important?
“Good boy, good boy. Although you sounded like a weirdo, it’s a good thing you’re used to it. After all, your secrets are safe. It’s just that you’re a little annoying with your amitabha lines.”
I guess… this is a solution? Amitabha.
“How did you become a general again?”
“I requested it. Luo, Abels, Martial Paragon, Patriarch Moyan and I were all credited with major contributions. His Majesty, therefore, said we could choose between being conferred up to Third Rank, ten thousand taels or up to an Earl title.
“Even if Luo Ming comes to, he’s in a special situation, so I assume there will be different arrangements for him. Patriarch Moyan asked for ten thousand silver taels. Abels was conferred Deer Hunter Duke. I don’t care for peerage. It can be fun, but it doesn’t sound as cool as a general, so I asked for the title of Grand General of Nieyao, which grants me authority over all soldiers of Nieyao. Although it’s nominal, it is a family business.”
A family business? Why does it sound sort of odd?
“How about me?” I stroked my chin. “I believe His Majesty wanted to confer me something before he passed out, but I didn’t catch it.”
Young Shiyi dimpled. “Why not ask him yourself? You never know if you’ll be surprised.”
Sounds like she knows but isn’t telling me…
“Brother Ming!”
I cast my gaze down the slope of the mountain to see Tie Hanyi coming up, yelling, “Brother Ming, His M-, Hero Li has come to. He’s calling for you!”
Young Shiyi gave me a nudge. “Go on. It’s finally your turn.”
Why is she so elated? Is His Majesty really going to confer me a high rank?
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