Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 1808 - 1801: A Mutual Affinity

"Sorry, I got a bit carried away..." Luo’er paused, his tone softened, and he looked down as he spoke.

"I’d rather you scold me..." Tangmo bit his lip and said with grievance.

Luo’er’s temper was getting better, but the others felt increasingly uneasy. They constantly felt that he was bearing too much while venting too little.

"Since the prophecy cannot be defied, what will happen next, and what should we do?" Cheng Ziang looked at Luo’er and asked.

"I..."

"Are you still planning to keep secrets, to be enigmatic?" Cheng Ziang said sternly.

"I don’t know how to describe it," Luo’er gently shook his head, "but the sun will always set, and flowers will always wilt..."

"You mean..." Cheng Ziang was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and asked, "Then what should we do next, should we intervene?"

"Is it useful," Luo’er looked at him, shook his head with a wry smile, "it’s useless."

"Then do nothing, simply observe the upcoming storm from the perspective of a bystander. But what if it affects us?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Hold on," after reading the note left by Feng, Baiyue seemed to have discovered something and looked at everyone, saying solemnly, "Combining the letter and the note, Feng obviously wants to tell us that she intends to help us in another way."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the note," Baiyue displayed the note and said, "First, she found her father; second, she really is the Princess; third, she wants to help us."

"By piecing together the letter written to her, we can deduce Feng’s thought process at the time. She’s the Princess of the Dongsheng Empire, she wants to help us. How will she help?"

"How will she help?" Hu Daoke asked with widened eyes.

"Simply put, risk hedging." Baiyue held up his forefinger and said.

"Risk hedging, what’s that supposed to mean?" Hu Daoke scratched his head and asked.

"On the surface, our Advance Team does appear to have sided with the Wen Family, sided with the current Emperor Wu. But if this Emperor Wu is overthrown, we might face trouble, at this moment, we need someone to mediate with the new Emperor Wu on our behalf, who could that be?"

"Feng," Tangmo exclaimed in surprise, "she’s the Princess; if the current Emperor Wu is overthrown, she absolutely has the qualification to inherit the Throne and rule over Kyushu. In this way, our safety is entirely in her hands."

"So, it’s as if we’ve placed our bet on the current Emperor Wu. However, she has placed her bet on another faction. In this way, with risk hedging, no matter which side wins, we are absolute winners," Cheng Ziang nodded involuntarily and said thoughtfully.

"Therefore, I understand her intention to help us should be this," Baiyue said.

"This fool, what exactly is she thinking?" Hu Daoke said helplessly, shaking his head.

"Which direction will the Dongsheng Empire take," Luo’er slowly closed his eyes and spoke as if talking to himself, "Although I have roughly figured out the outcome, I still want to know, why is it so, what is the process."

Meanwhile, at Ichuan Fei Mansion.

Ichuan Fei left the Imperial Court and returned to his Mansion. Although he was an attendant, he wasn’t stationed beside Emperor Wu every day.

After all, the situation was very favorable now, the Wen Family had an absolute advantage in Shengjing, so he had no reason to worry about any mishaps.

However, Ichuan Fei wasn’t idle upon returning to the Mansion; instead, he continued to work hard, poring over memorials.

The Wen Family Cabinet presented hundreds of memorials daily, and his father, Yichuan Qing, couldn’t handle them all, so Ichuan Fei often had to take on this responsibility. Although not a Scholar, the labor is more than a Scholar.

After all, barring any accidents, he would become one of the Hundred Chiefs of the Cabinet in the future, overseeing the governance, attending to every detail.

But clearly, his body couldn’t support such exhausting labor, so, after reviewing a few, he started coughing unstoppably, his complexion growing paler.

"Take a break, young master."

A gentle female voice came from the doorway, and as he looked up to follow the sound, a woman dressed in martial attire appeared, holding a bowl of steaming medicine, gracefully standing at the entrance.

"Anything stirring lately?" Ichuan Fei lightly coughed and continued to read the memorials.

"The Wu Family seems to be stirring in Shengjing."

The woman walked up to him, facing him, sat down gently, placed the bowl lightly on the table, and took the memorial from his hand.

"Really..."

Smelling the strong medicine, Ichuan Fei couldn’t help but frown, and after a light sigh, reached out to take the medicine bowl.

"Should we strike?"

The woman leaned against the table and tilted her head to ask.

"Not urgent at the moment."

Ichuan Fei shook his head.

"Young master, your health is worsening, don’t be so devoted, okay..." The woman reached out to stroke his cheek, speaking with sorrow.

"Your courage is growing lately."

Ichuan Fei grasped her velvety hand, intending to toss it aside, but seeing the scars on the back of her hand, he changed his mind and simply removed it from his face.

"Whenever I touched the young master with my hand, the young master would slash the back of my hand with a small knife, making me let go. All the cuts the young master made are on my hand, and I remember them all because they’re engraved in my heart." The woman gazed at Ichuan Fei with a nostalgic look.

"You’re always like this..."

In such an ambiguous atmosphere, Ichuan Fei wanted to articulate his thoughts. But upon speaking, his multitude of words distilled to a singular sentence.

"After much effort, I’ve pled with the Patriarch to accompany the young master for a lifetime, such minor wounds are meaningless compared to this." The woman wore an intoxicated smile.

"Li’yang, I’m married..."

"I don’t care, what’s that got to do with me?"

"Li’yang, you’re my Shadow Guard!" Ichuan Fei reminded.

"Is that truly what young master thinks?" Li’yang countered.

Confronted with the question, Ichuan Fei lowered his head in silence.

"In young master’s mind, am I the skilled Shadow Guard, or the childhood companion who accompanied young master?" Li’yang tilted her head and asked.

"I’m tired, I want to rest." Ichuan Fei put down the medicine bowl, pursed his lips, and said.

"Does the young master need me to accompany you to bed?" Li’yang asked expectantly.

"Hmm..."

After a brief silence, Ichuan Fei nodded lightly.

With permission granted, Li’yang displayed a satisfied smile, slowly moving to Ichuan Fei’s side, gently assisting him in changing his clothes.

"Young master," Li’yang said as she changed his clothes, "Bailong An, seems to still be alive..."

Hearing her words, Ichuan Fei was caught off guard, took a deep breath, then pondered aloud, "Do you know where he is?"

"Possibly in Shengjing."

Li’yang untied his belt.

"Is it the Wu Family’s trump card?"

Ichuan Fei couldn’t help but cough again.

"Should we strike?"

"Not necessary for now, don’t need to alert the snake."

"Young master, how can you sleep soundly with a thief at your side?" Li’yang reminded.

"I know what I’m doing, just follow orders, don’t alert the snake." Ichuan Fei replied.

"Understood, everything shall be decided by the young master."

Li’yang nodded, slowly removing Ichuan Fei’s last piece of clothing. Her fingertips swept across Ichuan Fei’s shoulder, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

"Young master..."

She also removed her clothes, then wrapped her arms around Ichuan Fei’s neck, pressing her body against him.

"There’s a traitor in the Emperor’s Sect." She whispered softly into Ichuan Fei’s ear.

"Every organization has such people, no need to make a fuss." Contrary to expectations, Ichuan Fei appeared calm, caressing her smooth hair and said.

"Should we clean up?" She asked.

"No need now, even if needed, it shouldn’t be done by you. You’re a domestic member, not a court henchman." Ichuan Fei savored her hair fragrance and said.

"Court and family, I can’t distinguish." Li’yang smiled, bending her brows, saying.

"It’s better to learn to separate, rules are rules." Ichuan Fei said.

"And one more thing..."

"Speak!"

Li’yang didn’t speak but smiled and gazed at Ichuan Fei. Ichuan Fei sighed helplessly, then wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly tightening.

After a satisfying sigh, Li’yang hugged his neck again and whispered in his ear, "The little mouse from the National Teacher’s family seems to have left."

"Little mouse?"

"White Tiger... Princess..." She whispered in Ichuan Fei’s ear.

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