As soon as the little moneymaker went online, she thickened her skin and promptly agreed, only to find, as she followed Shui Yixuan towards the team that was ready to set off, behind the Shui Clan’s horse carriage, there was another completely different style, all-black carriage made of basswood. Several tall n surrounded a man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a golden mask, exuding a sense of frailty, and helped him onto the carriage along with the wheelchair.
Upon seeing this distinctive golden mask, even using her toes to think, she knew who it was. Jiang Xue snorted lightly through her nose, expressing her contempt for this person from her past life.
Under the maid’s direction, she boarded the adjacent horse carriage, sharing it with the maids, also wearing her clan’s blue water-patterned dress, looking beautiful and ethereal. Unexpectedly, after fainting this ti, not only did she get a free dical check-up, but she also got a nice set of clothes, and she was quite satisfied.
In the Holy Dynasty, the Imperial Family and the Shui Clan also maintained a harmonious relationship, precisely because they couldn’t stop its strength, they could only achieve a win-win situation through cooperation.
Just like this ti, it was the Holy Dynasty Emperor who personally visited, hoping the Shui Clan, with the most prestige among the Four Countries, would host this year’s teorological Conference, which would save a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Shui Yixuan naturally knew the intentions of these old foxes and was even more aware that, while the Four Countries appeared to coexist peacefully on the surface, there were turbulent undercurrents and constant internal strife, not only within the countries themselves but also secret factions ford among the four states, consolidating power. One wrong move, and you’d find yourself offending soone.
But holding the teorological Conference could promote cooperation and a win-win outco for both the Holy Water Manor and the Shui Clan, so why not?
The so-called teorological Conference is where the Four Great Dynasties first select elite individuals in martial arts, literature, comrce, civil service, and dicine from their own country and then recomnd them to the teorological Conference of the Four Countries for competition.
In the past years, besides the royal families, imperial rchants, and officials from various countries, it also attracted many martial artists, sects, and clans. Hence, every session of the teorological Conference was said to be filled with experts, and the competitions were quite intense.
For Jiang Xue, everything was novel. If she could find so capable people at the conference to join her forces and expand her team, it would be worth the long journey.
Shui Yixuan was the Young Master of Holy Water Manor. Over this ten-day journey, he was busy like a mystical dragon, always busy. As for the grandee in the back carriage, he never showed his face. In contrast, Jiang Xue enjoyed eating and drinking without worry. Chun Yu and Xia He treated her very well, going down to buy her anything good to eat or fun when the convoy stopped. They were like a pair of close sisters. Not only did she not have to spend one cent, but she was pampered like a princess, and this treatnt made her feel sowhat surreal.
If the journey remained so peaceful and smooth, she’d definitely give it a five-star rating and recomnd everyone take this route. But as soon as they left the boundary of Snow Wolf Mountain (stretching for tens of kiloters), the convoy was subjected to relentless assassin attacks, and the pitiable bit was that the attacks were not aid at Holy Water Manor, but at the group of ten or so people behind them.
"The Holy Dynasty’s Fifth Prince’s days are hard. First poisoned, and before his body has fully recovered, one wave of assassins after another follows him. Being a Prince doesn’t seem fun at all, too pitiful, his legs are crippled, and they still won’t leave him alone!"
Watching Xia He nibble on sunflower seeds while leaning out to watch the commotion behind, Jiang Xue felt a bit like a busybody, slightly awkward about it.
"Are we just going to watch?"
"No, we’re waiting, look, our convoy has already stopped."
Jiang Xue’s mouth twitched, "I think your actions are not harmful, but extrely insulting. Why not go over and help them?"
Xia He and Chun Yu both turned to look at her: "Why should we help them? Did they call for help? No, right? If they haven’t spoken, why should we court trouble?"
"Exactly, the Old Master said, as long as no one wrongs us, we won’t wrong others. Look at these assassins, so sensible, targeting only their mark and not killing indiscriminately. Since they’re so tactful, we surely ought to give them face, right? As for the Fifth Prince, the Old Valley Master already saved him once, and he owes a favor now. This ti, unless they speak up, Holy Water Manor won’t bother with it."
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