YM778.TV Chapter 698: Si Fuqing: Which T18 Senior Executive Do You Want to Contact? (2)
Chapter 698: Si Fuqing: Which T18 Senior Executive Do You Want to Contact? (2)
“The comments online, just let them pass,” the agent said, shaking his head meaningfully. “Those netizens don’t have a mind of their own, cursing you one second and praising you the next. But remember, you are playing the empress of the Great Zhao Dynasty, with a gold-medal directorial team behind you. The ratings can only go up, not down.”
Ratings were the sole data that validated an actor’s prowess.
When the two dramas were simultaneously released, it would be obvious who would become the laughingstock.
The higher you stand, the harder you fall.
The agent understood this all too well.
“I know,” Tong Luoyun narrowed her eyes slightly, “I’ll have all my friends in the circle help promote it.”
Si Fuqing couldn’t hope to compete with her in connections.
At that time, Si Fuqing was still engrossed in the holographic game.
She sat next to the young Emperor Yin, watching the sun set together.
The sun dipped bit by bit, and the twilight completely faded.
The night fell, and the stars began to twinkle.
“You seem to have stayed longer this time,” he turned his head, his dark pupils inscrutable. “It’s been over a year; have you been cultivating?”
He had met a Master of Yin-Yang recently.
The Master had warned him that he might have encountered wandering spirits and ghosts that tempt and deceive. If he met them again, he must kill them on the spot.
He was naturally distrustful.
In this world, the only reliable one was oneself.
But as this spirit wiped the blood off him, it felt like something was gradually crumbling.
It was the heart that had been dormant all along.
Si Fuqing couldn’t explain the affairs of the game, nor could she speak the truth, so she gave a confirming response.
“Oh?” His voice was light and airy. “I’m quite looking forward to it. I heard that when you become a ghost, you retain the appearance you had at death. I wonder if you’ll be a beheaded ghost or a disemboweled one.”
Si Fuqing: “…”
Why did she feel that Emperor Yin was like a black sesame dumpling?
Dark on the inside?
Never mind, she watched him grow up. What could she do?
“Let’s go,” he said indifferently, coughing lightly as he stood up. “I’m going to change my clothes. Tonight is Origin Night, and I’ll take you out on the streets.”
Origin Night, a major festival in the Great Xia Dynasty, continued to this day as the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
The streets were filled with pairs and vendors shouting their wares.
The young man was still dressed in white, his face masked.
Yet, his demeanor was anything but ordinary. Passersby glanced frequently, wondering if he was some noble’s son who had ventured out alone.
He bought a stick of candied haw and handed it to her.
Si Fuqing took a bite.
Sour and sweet, it melted in her mouth.
In the realm of culinary delights, the people of Great Xia seemed to have an innate talent.
He appeared to enjoy this act of feeding her. “Eat slowly.”
Si Fuqing quickly finished the candied haw.
He then continued to buy her other snacks.
Si Fuqing looked up.
The lantern tree shines a thousand lights, and the bright moon follows those who come.
This was Yong’an, the imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, sheltering countless citizens.
“You are leaving.” The young man stood with his hands behind his back, suddenly speaking. “I will wait for you.”
His eyes were pitch black, as if he could see through everything.
He did not need to show any unnecessary emotions; the imperial aura was naturally inherent.
Once back in the login space, the game system informed her that the next time she could enter would be in seven days.
Si Fuqing took off the gaming helmet and lay in bed, insomnia hitting her for once.
She had thought she was just a passerby in the young Emperor Yin’s life.
The old emperor was foolish and greedy, heavily taxing the people while the national treasury was empty.
Nobles across the land were raising troops, waiting for a chance to storm into Yong’an City.
But after Emperor Yin ascended the throne, all these were like illusions.
With thunderous methods, he suppressed the court, drove out barbarians, and reclaimed the territories of ten nobles, unifying the five states of Great Xia.
He had his grand ambitions.
He was born to conquer.
But a year and a half had passed, and not only did he remember her, but he was also waiting for her.
The system had not warned her about any alteration in the historical trajectory.
Emperor Yin was still the same ambitious ruler.
This somewhat reassured Si Fuqing.
She turned over, pulling out her phone to contact JI Xingzhi.
[NINE]: Has ‘Eternity’ developed any new gameplay?
[JI]: No, there’s no need. After so many years, the land of Eternity has not been fully explored.
Si Fuqing pondered.
Indeed.
Even she hadn’t delved into some places.
After the deaths of Ye Wanlan and Lu Qingning, unless necessary, her and Yu Huixue’s logins in “Eternity” had become increasingly rare.
It seemed that this transmigration gameplay was indeed tailored just for her.
That made her even more cautious.
Si Fuqing touched her chin.
Her cooking might not be great, but she was quite skilled at knitting.
Next time she entered the game, she would knit him an imperial robe and watch him conquer.
Raising a child, or rather, an emperor, was a joy that no one else could experience.
Si Fuqing put down her phone and quickly fell asleep.
The next day.
Si Fuqing slept until the afternoon.
She stretched and moved her shoulders.
These days, there were no scheduled appearances, and Sang Yanching didn’t bother her.
“Little junior sister, there’s work to do,” Yuejian knocked on the door, raising an eyebrow. “The Ji family has placed a Class D order. They want to find out who the murderer was that night.”
“Class D?” Si Fuqing wiped her hair. “That poor? Ji Qingwei hasn’t made enough money for the Ji family?”
“She has, actually,” Yuejian shrugged. “But a lot went into medicine. Who knows? Are we taking the order?”
“Of course,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “It’s a bit small, though. Let’s give it to second senior brother for pocket money.”
“Okay,” Yuejian nodded. “But they want to restore the surveillance, which is probably impossible.”
Surveillance personally erased by the little junior sister couldn’t be restored even by a T18 senior investigator.
Soon, the order was taken, and five million was transferred immediately.
Si Fuqing and Yuejian went to the hotel’s buffet restaurant for a meal.
Ten minutes later, Ji Longtai arrived with his entourage.
“Are you Si Fuqing?” he scrutinized her from head to toe, his gaze growing increasingly displeased. “You’re the captain of the Five States team. You know why I’m looking for you.”
Si Fuqing sipped her juice. “I don’t know.”
“Don’t play dumb here!” Ji Longtai scoffed. “Don’t think I don’t know that Boyan’s injury has something to do with you. You’d better come with me now, or you know the consequences.”
This was Sijiu City. Could Si Fuqing really turn the world upside down?
Yuejian’s grip tightened on his cup, the glass showing cracks already.
Si Fuqing pinched her wrist, composed, “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
She hadn’t held back when injuring Ji Boyan’s hands. Even the best international doctors couldn’t restore them.
“Smart of you,” Ji Longtai was still frosty. “You better not try anything funny. T18 has taken the case, and even if you erased the traces, they can still track it.”
Si Fuqing remained expressionless.
After speaking, Ji Longtai also grew impatient.
Why was he talking to Si Fuqing about this? A celebrity, would she understand the prowess of T18?
Internationally, there was nothing T18 couldn’t crack.
He waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to take Si Fuqing away.
Just then, a cellphone rang.
Ji Longtai answered, “Hello, have you found anything?”
Whatever the person on the other end said seemed unbelievable to him.
“Impossible! Your technology is world-leading, how can you not restore the surveillance? If you can’t do it, just return the order!”
Why should they take his money and do nothing?
The person explained that T18 never does refunds.
“I’m going to contact your senior executives and file a complaint!” Ji Longtai’s face turned red with anger. “Just you wait!”
“Which T18 senior executives do you want to contact?” Hearing this, Si Fuqing placed her phone on the table and tapped it. “Tell me, I’ll help you.”