Chapter 2044: Chapter 1322: Seeking the Dragon’s Vein, Assessing the Cursed Mountain (Part 2)
It has to be admitted, setting aside the prejudice against the Japanese, this little girl, likely just starting elentary school, is more well-mannered than many adults.
Martial Saint is a passionate youth, though not extre. For example, he holds high respect for those self-sacrificing “teachers.” At this mont, he also felt a slight affection for this unique Japanese Princess.
“Martial Saint.”
Jiang Chen suddenly said.
“Huh?”
“You know the way, take Princess Ya Yi over there.”
Martial Saint was caught off guard, hesitated, and looked at the dignified and polite little girl staring at him. He didn’t refuse.
“Oh.”
He nodded.
Ya Yi then looked up at Wataru Tetsuya, clearly asking if she could go.
Wataru Tetsuya smiled and nodded, releasing his hand, “Go ahead.”
“Let’s go.”
Martial Saint spoke up.
With her brother’s permission, Ya Yi finally moved, following Martial Saint, as the two children who didn’t seem like children gradually walked away.
Within the ancestral ho of the Fujiwara Family, there was no reason to worry about safety. Even a tightly sealed well had a designated guard.
“Your na is Ya Yi?”
Walking a bit farther, distancing themselves from the adults, Martial Saint asked. Perhaps influenced by tales of ghosts and spirits, he appeared more serious than on the way to the spirit hall before.
“Yes, brother.”
Ya Yi answered promptly, without any of the nobility and arrogance expected of soone from the Imperial Family.
Martial Saint inexplicably grinned, knowing full well the atrocities committed by her ancestors, yet he couldn’t bring himself to loathe her, nor did he have the heart to tease her.
It must be admitted that Jiang Chen showed courage by letting Ya Yi go alone with Martial Saint, without worrying that he might do sothing to harm bilateral relations.
Perhaps he knew Martial Saint’s true character, and also understood the personality of this Japanese Little Princess.
“How did you know Brother Jiang Chen?”
With a calm mindset, Martial Saint started the conversation. If it were anyone else eting a real “Princess” for the first ti, rather than the kind in clubs, they would likely be nervous, but this kid showed no pressure at all.
“Because of my teacher.”
“Teacher?”
This ti, Martial Saint did not let his mind wander.
“Yes, Teacher Koda Kaoru.”
Ya Yi nodded and said, “Brother should have t him.”
“I’ve t him?”
Martial Saint was baffled but didn’t ask more, suddenly realizing, “How do you speak Chinese so well?”
“Teacher Koda Kaoru taught . Teacher Koda Kaoru stayed in Shen Zhou for a while and told many stories about Shen Zhou. If I get the chance, I would also like to visit Shen Zhou like Teacher Koda Kaoru.”
Even if Martial Saint was a fool, he understood that as a mber of the Imperial Family, it would not be easy to leave her country at will. Ordinary people going abroad is called tourism, but for the Imperial Family, it’s called a state visit.
However, unlike ordinary teenagers, he was not disheartened.
“There will be a chance.”
He grinned, “Then I will be your tour guide, ha.”
It was purely a casual remark.
Will there be another chance to et?
Ya Yi turned her head, only seeing the young man’s bright smile and his shining white teeth.
“What is brother’s na?”
Right, indeed.
Until now, there had been no introduction.
“My na is Martial Saint. Martial of the Martial Saint, Saint of the Martial Saint!”
Martial Saint stood tall and spoke passionately, patting his suit’s chest, unable to suppress his boastful nature.
“In Shen Zhou, with around, no one will dare to bully you!”
“Brother, you are so impressive.”
It must be admitted, Japanese girls, they really know how to flatter soone from a young age.
Martial Saint’s pride grew even stronger, and he even forgot their identities, holding the hand of the Japanese Little Princess.
“Co, brother will take you to see the butterflies!”
On the adults’ side.
The atmosphere was harmonious as well.
Standing by the arch bridge, even if the conversation wasn’t jovial, it was pleasant and harmonious.
“Miss Duanmu is the most beautiful Shen Zhou woman I have ever seen.”
Wataru Tetsuya looked at Tanki Liuli, who hadn’t made any effort to dress up, and he couldn’t help but praise her.
“Perhaps Prince His Highness hasn’t seen enough won from Shen Zhou,” Jiang Chen answered on her behalf, humbly as expected.
Wataru Tetsuya shook his head, then threw a difficult question to Jiang Chen, “Don’t you think so, Mr. Jiang?”
Boss Jiang was the kind of person who had been through countless questions like “Who would you save first if your mother and I fell into the river?” since childhood.
“There’s an old saying in Shen Zhou that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Aesthetics has no absolute definition; if you truly ask about the most beautiful woman, it must be the one in your heart.”
Click.
Look at that.
What skill.
It could practically be taken from textbooks and widely taught.
Wataru Tetsuya was surprised; he hadn’t expected such a perfect response in such a short ti. He nodded in deep agreent.
“Mr. Jiang is right. Beauty is subjective; no one can own the world’s entire garden, and the pot of flowers on each person’s windowsill is the most beautiful in the world.”
As the ancients said,
walk with the wise.
See this.
Even Prince His Highness’s perspective has broadened.
He then smoothly added, “In the future, for Tetsuya and Li Ji’s wedding, we hope Mr. Jiang can honor us with your presence.”
Jiang Chen showed no reaction, keeping his expression neutral.
“Of course. Even if Prince His Highness didn’t invite , at that ti I would also co by to offer my congratulations and share in the joy.”
“How could that be? Both Li Ji and I regard Mr. Jiang as one of our most important guests, and your invitation will certainly be among the first batch sent out.”
“Prince His Highness, Mr. Jiang.”
A soft and charming voice drifted over from the arched bridge.
If Tanki Liuli was the most beautiful Shen Zhou woman Prince Wataru Tetsuya had seen, then the one gracefully walking across the bridge was undoubtedly the most exquisite Japanese woman Jiang Chen had ever encountered.
Even a simple black dress couldn’t diminish her exceptional grace; it even exuded a unique charm.
The condolence ceremony was certainly far from over; why had she co out?
Yet, in Japanese tradition, daughters hold a very low status; perhaps Takuya Fujiwara went to the mourning hall, and Lady Fujiwara might be there too.
“I was just discussing you with Mr. Jiang.”
Wataru Tetsuya turned around, looking at his approaching fiancée with a gentle expression.
Such deanor, if Wu Song exhibited it, would be charming and captivating, causing blushing and heart fluttering. But if Wu Dalang did…
Fortunately, the Martial Saint wasn’t here; otherwise, it would be hard not to laugh out loud.
“Oh, really? What were you saying about ?”
“I was saying that at our wedding, Mr. Jiang must be our very first guest.”
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Reiki glanced at a certain individual.
The other person remained calm, even smiling slightly.
“Of course. By the way, General Pony is looking for His Highness.”
The commander of the US military stationed in Japan is a very esteed figure, and this holds true for the Japanese Imperial Family as well.
Wataru Tetsuya dared not delay and promptly apologized to Jiang Chen, “Mr. Jiang, I apologize; Tetsuya must excuse himself for a mont.”
“I’ll entertain Mr. Jiang,” Fujiwara Reiki interjected.
As expected of a couple, working harmoniously together.
Without changing his expression, Wataru Tetsuya nodded, confird the location with Fujiwara Reiki, and left alone.
Fujiwara Reiki said nothing, watching until Wataru Tetsuya disappeared in the distance before turning her gaze, surprisingly, to Tanki Liuli first.
“Miss Duanmu, I sincerely apologize for any offense caused by my staff, and I assure you Li Ji will properly reprimand them.”
So that’s why she rushed out from the mourning hall.
“We are the ones who were rude, intruding into your noble grounds; please forgive us.”
In front of Tanki Liuli, soone ticulously kept to their boundaries. Yet, apart from the sense of distance, their tone carried an intriguing depth.
Fujiwara Reiki seed oblivious, glancing at the person before returning her focus to Tanki Liuli, exuding neither guilt nor fear, her expression shifting from grief to a slight smile.
“How did Miss Duanmu end up there?”
Tanki Liuli remained cool and aloof. She hadn’t explained it to Jiang Chen and the Martial Saint, so why would she reveal the Taoist sect’s secret to an outsider?
Fujiwara Reiki wasn’t bothered, her lips curving into a smile.
“Seeking dragons and dividing gold, observing the winding mountains; one winding is one barrier?”
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