Ultimative Intelligenz

Kapitel 90

He must be exhausted...

What kind of person is he?

Was he someone she cared about a lot...? But why couldn't she bring herself to kill him?

However… Shen Zhili stared at that quiet, clear, and ethereal sleeping face and thought, this guy is really quite good-looking, but staying by his side is not a good thing, is it?

"Miss Shen, this matter is really not something I can decide."

Qingxing felt that her life was one unlucky thing after another.

Others may not know, but given how much the Lord cherishes Shen Zhili, if he were to casually send her away, the consequences would be...

Shen Zhili replied matter-of-factly, "Give me some silver and send me away from here. It shouldn't be too difficult."

Qingxing: "This, my lord..."

Shen Zhili looked wary: "You don't want me to pay back those seven stabs, do you? Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't remember them clearly, and your master also said that it was because he owes me money... Now I don't want to stab anymore, I just want to take the money and leave, shouldn't you be happy? Hurry up and give me a few hundred thousand taels and I'll be gone."

Qingxing looked miserable: "That's not the reason, Miss Shen, it's just that..."

Shen Zhili: "Then 100,000 taels is enough! You don't need to send me any more."

Qingxing: "It's really not this..."

Shen Zhili said painfully, "Then fifty thousand taels will do... I stabbed him and he gave me seventy thousand taels. You can't be this stingy."

Qingxing: "..."

Even amnesia can't change this money-grubbing temper, can it?

Seeing that Qingxing was truly unmoved, Shen Zhili could only sigh and say, "If you don't let me leave, let me make this clear beforehand: if something happens to me, I really can't guarantee that I won't stab your master... If your master gets stabbed seven or eight times and dies, don't blame me."

Qingxing was taken aback: "Miss Shen, what do you mean by this?"

Shen Zhili: "This morning I almost stabbed your master again."

Qingxing: "...Really?"

Shen Zhili nodded: "So for the sake of your master's personal safety, please let me leave."

Did he think she wanted to leave? In her current state of hazy memory, with such a wealthy and easily manipulated target, if it weren't for the fact that if she killed his master, her own life would be in danger, she wouldn't want to leave even if he tried to force her.

She hadn't forgotten the day she learned that she had stabbed the Twelfth Night Prince, and how a group of people outside were shouting that they wanted to arrest her and execute her on the spot.

If Su Chenche hadn't asked a female subordinate to take her place, she would have been arrested and imprisoned long ago.

...If she were to do it again and actually kill Su Chenche, no one would help her anymore.

After a pause, Qingxing said, "Miss Shen, do you really not remember anything...? If you just leave, what if you never remember anything again..."

Shen Zhili: "What does it matter? As long as I'm happy now, that's all that matters."

Qingxing asked in surprise, "Huh?"

Shen Zhili looked at her hands; "These hands of mine clearly show I have no martial arts skills and haven't done any manual labor. Plus, my physique is average, so I really don't want to get involved in the affairs of martial arts people like you... But..." She stroked her chin, "I think I know a little about bandaging, and maybe even some medical skills. Maybe I'll be a country doctor. Hmm, after I leave, I'll try to learn some medical skills, open a small clinic, and find a husband to live with me, and that'll be all I need."

Qingxing's lips twitched for a long time: "...Good plan."

It's surprising that Master Shen has this kind of personality after losing his memory; I suddenly feel a little sorry for him.

Shen Zhili turned around and smiled gently, extending her hand: "So, pay up."

A stack of silver notes was placed in Shen Zhili's hand.

Shen Zhili's eyes immediately snapped to attention, quickly scanning the bills and counting the denominations on them with nimble fingers, mentally processing the information.

Ten thousand taels, fifty thousand taels, one hundred thousand taels...

I'm rich!

"Do you have enough silver?" someone asked.

Shen Zhili readily agreed, "That's enough! No, that's not enough, give me as much as you have!"

The man said, "I have many more here, but there's one condition..."

Shen Zhili shouted, "What! Anything is fine!"

The man said, "...Can I be included in your plans?"

Shen Zhili suddenly looked up and met Su Chenche's clear amber eyes.

Taking a step back, Shen Zhili leaned against the wall and asked, "How long did you listen just now?"

Su Chenche rubbed his eyes, which he had just woken up: "It's been a while."

Shen Zhili sighed softly: "Then let's make things clear..."

"Explain what?"

Shen Zhili: "I might not be able to resist hitting you..."

Su Chenche smiled and nodded: "Mm."

Shen Zhili: "I will kill you..."

Su Chenche continued, "Hmm?"

Shen Zhili went berserk: "Didn't you understand? You'll die! You might not have the same luck as Qi Dao next time! And you still want to keep me here?"

Su Chenche pressed one hand against the wound on his waist, and cupped Shen Zhili's face with the other, giving her a quick kiss: "Compared to death, I think being separated from you would be more painful... Also, Zhili, you're so cute."

Chapter 72

There are really people in this world who find cheesy things funny.

Shen Zhili kept wiping her cheeks as she thought.

After going outside, she noticed something was amiss. Everyone in Rising Sun City seemed to be busy. After thinking for a moment, she decided to go find Qingxing, who seemed the most approachable.

Qingxing was also packing her things. Upon hearing this, she nodded and said, "We've already been delayed for quite a while. We still have to go to the Demonic Sect's headquarters."

Shen Zhili was stunned for a moment: "With your master's current physical condition, he still wants to go to the Demonic Sect?"

Qingxing nodded: "Our lord is Young Master Twelve Nights. The righteous sects launched a major attack on the demonic sect, and our lord has been involved in many negotiations. If our lord does not go now, he will definitely be criticized afterward. Moreover... our lord has been planning for a long time, and this trip to the demonic sect is imperative."

After a pause, Shen Zhili asked, "You've all left, so what about me...?"

Qingxing paused for a moment before saying, "Of course, they'll come with us."

Shen Zhili: "Aren't you afraid..."

"I'm afraid," Qingxing said with a wry smile. "But I can't disobey my lord's orders either. For now, all I can do is keep an eye on my lord and try my best to stop you before you make a move."

Shen Zhili: "What if we can't stop them..."

Qingxing said in a deep voice, "Then I can only atone with my death."

Shen Zhili left the house, seemingly lost in thought.

The next day, as expected, a carriage was waiting for her outside. Shen Zhili lifted the curtain and saw that handsome, kind, yet irritating face.

The curtain was suddenly closed, and Shen Zhili, carrying a small bundle, stepped into the last carriage.

...Since Su Chenche won't let her leave, then avoiding him shouldn't be a problem, right?

Inside the carriage sat a gray-clad man with long, disheveled hair. He sat cross-legged, and on the table in front of him was a jumble of random things, including pieces of wood and metal, the contents of which were indistinguishable. Hearing a noise, the man turned his head blankly.

Shen Zhili smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The man glanced at her indifferently, then turned back to continue doing his own thing.

His hands were very dexterous, constantly moving and connecting something, but Shen Zhili couldn't understand what he was making. After studying it silently for a while, Shen Zhili idly leaned against the window and looked outside.

Before an incense stick could burn, a "thump" came from someone getting into the car.

"Zhi Li, are you thirsty? Would you like some tea?"

Shen Zhili didn't turn her head: "I don't want to."

Another incense stick burns.

"Zhi Li, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Shen Zhili glanced at him slightly: "I don't want to."

After burning an incense stick.

"Zhi Li, you..."

Shen Zhili turned her head and said angrily, "I don't want to!"

Su Chenche's slender fingers gripped the wooden planks of the carriage, his eyes gentle: "I was trying to say..."

The man inside the carriage pressed a mechanism embedded in the side of the carriage. With two clicks, the wooden plank that Su Chenche was holding onto suddenly flipped over, quickly throwing Su Chenche's hand away.

With lightning speed, Su Chenche was about to leap into the carriage when the man pressed another mechanism. A row of short crossbows appeared on both sides of the carriage, their tips aimed at Su Chenche. The man smoothly drew the bows and fired the crossbows in one smooth motion, shooting them directly in Su Chenche's direction.

Su Chenche dodged the arrows left and right, and said helplessly, "Mu Ge, I'm seriously injured now, can't you show a little mercy!"

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "The word 'mercy' has never been in my dictionary."

After saying that, he pressed the third mechanism, and a huge net popped out from the four walls of the carriage, completely surrounding Su Chenche. Then, with a ricochet, Su Chenche was launched far away into the carriage at the front.

A large bead of sweat rolled down Shen Zhili's forehead. After a long silence, he said, "Uh... he is indeed seriously injured right now. Isn't this a bit inappropriate for you?"

The man replied calmly, "If he weren't injured, this is exactly what I would have pressed."

In response, a mechanism was pressed, and two rows of iron plates studded with steel needles slammed shut with a whoosh, their blades gleaming coldly.

Shen Zhili: "..."

...What kind of carriage did she get into?

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhili stammered, "You...you wouldn't do the same to me, would you?"

The man continued busily arranging the things on the table: "No, as long as you don't make a sound."

After sitting on pins and needles all morning, when the car stopped for lunch, Shen Zhili quickly got out and subtly inquired about the situation.

Before Qingxing could speak, Zhai Feng patted Shen Zhili on the shoulder and said, "That's Muge, the head of the Thunder Hall of our Twelve Nights, who specializes in manufacturing equipment. Miss Shen, do you know why his carriage is at the very end?"

Shen Zhili asked in confusion, "Why..."

Zhai Feng whispered, "Years ago, when we were being hunted down by the Demonic Sect, our master abandoned twelve weapon-refining disciples to cover our retreat with Mu Ge... Everyone thought Mu Ge was doomed, but unexpectedly, he used his carriage to kill over two hundred Demonic Sect disciples in one go and escaped from their encirclement unscathed..."

Shen Zhili exclaimed in horror: "How terrifying! And then?"