Oh right, how could he forget to read Hee Qingshan’s face?
Why not take a walk outside later and see what issues that sly-looking guy’s Life Chart has?
"Bring him in, this child is quite promising." Xun Zihuai did not refuse, "But how much he can learn depends on his aptitude. Let be frank first, he’s not suited for learning divination, fortune telling, and face reading. Other academic pursuits are fine." Xun Zihuai lowered his voice, "I can teach him the art of kingship."
"That’ll do."
As long as this little rascal can keep his throne stable, the original host’s wish could be considered fulfilled.
"Hee Wenqian greets the master." Hee Wenqian was only six, but he had so understanding, and imdiately perford a grand salute to Xun Zihuai.
After Hee Wenqian left, Xun Zihuai spoke quietly, "Last ti, the Southern King seized the opportunity to attack, but was caught off guard and killed by my sister, who completely uprooted his base. Now with so small fry left, it’s more or less a split world, though logically my sister’s side should have the advantage." Xun Zihuai’s eyes twinkled, "Once your body heals, are you preparing to take action?"
Qiann Yan glanced at Xun Zihuai, "You seem to know quite a lot."
"Matters concerning the survival of the people and the world are issues every mber of the Xun Family cares about. The task of the Xun Family is to descend the mountain to find and support a Bright Monarch. I thought no Bright Monarch would appear within a century, but who would have thought I’d et my sister." Xun Zihuai’s voice was lowered.
At that mont, a huge sword was held against his neck. He raised his head, looking indifferent, not fearing losing his head.
Actually, he was puzzled: Why did Qiann Yan use a rusty sword at his neck, didn’t she know that such a sword is actually painful to cut people?
A single blow wouldn’t chop off a head, it would take more cuts, and if it doesn’t kill by pain, it might frighten soone to death.
"Sister, your sword is rusty, shouldn’t you sharpen it?"
Qiann Yan: "Did you forget how I used it to cut your chains before?" Qiann Yan withdrew the huge sword and propped it aside, "You’re so good at guessing minds, it’s hazardous to your life."
"Will you kill ?" Xun Zihuai’s eyes sparkled, "Xun Family disciples are not afraid of death, as long as the world is stable, and a Bright Monarch is supported, sacrificing one mber of the Xun Family—what is there to fear?"
Xun Zihuai’s world-focused attitude made Qiann Yan look at him differently.
"I won’t kill you."
Xun Zihuai laughed out loud, happily nearing Qiann Yan, his voice turned a bit soft, "I knew sister couldn’t bear to kill ."
"Keeping you is more useful, at least squeeze you dry before killing."
"Waste not."
Xun Zihuai: "..."
No one knew about Xun Zihuai teaching Hee Wenqian. Whether Xun Zihuai told Hee Wenqian or not, he didn’t make it known either. Though a young age, this child had so cunning, which Qiann Yan found satisfactory. Being an emperor requires cunning, ideally a bit ruthless too.
System 666 ekly reminded: [Host, the original host wished for the two children’s safety, you don’t necessarily need to do so much.]
"The greatest safety is having everything in control. When I beco an emperor, and he becos an emperor in the future, no one can threaten us."
System 666 couldn’t refute this statent. It seed to make sense, yet sothing felt amiss. What kind of reaction would the original host have knowing this, though any reaction might not affect the Host?
Sigh, sighing!
As a system, it’s struggling to survive too.
Three months later, Qiann Yan’s body had almost fully recovered, and she was preparing to go on another campaign.
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