Mu Yu opened his mouth, wanting to ask who it was and why he had people available here, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.
"I'm going up."
Ruan Mingchu didn't look up, and simply hummed in response.
Just before closing the door, Mu Yu turned back to look at Ruan Mingchu and realized that he seemed to have never really understood him.
Ruan Mingchu never hid anything from Mu Yu, and he still firmly believed that Mu Yu must know him.
He hadn't expected that Mu Bing would be so unreliable, unable to even recognize the empire's only crown prince.
Ruan Xingyi never expected to be summoned by His Highness twice in one day. Even more unexpectedly, that fool from the anti-empire alliance had run into the heir to the empire.
At this moment, dawn had retreated into Li Ye's spiritual sea, and Li Ye slowly awoke.
When Li Ye woke up, he found that his whole body ached, as if he had been beaten up.
"What exactly did you do to me?!" Li Ye demanded.
Ruan Xingyi couldn't stand a villain yelling at His Highness, so she immediately gave Li Ye a hard flick on the forehead.
Li Ye's tears fell with a "plop" and she began to sob for a long time.
The sound reminded Ruan Mingchu of Liya, who also cried incessantly, and he immediately changed his mind about sending him to the "private prison".
"Send him to live with Leah and a few others."
Ruan Xingyi: "Okay."
"Who is Liya?" Li Ye asked between sobs, but Ruan Mingchu and Ruan Xingyi ignored him, making Li Ye even more upset. Little Fatty was right after all; the people outside were all wicked.
The ropes that Li Ming had broken could still be used when tied together, so Ruan Xingyi temporarily used them to bind Li Ye's hands and feet.
Annoyed by his constant whimpering, she tore a piece of cloth from Li Ye's clothes and stuffed it into his mouth.
Li Ming and Mu Yu fought fiercely, their clothes covered in dust, and Li Ye almost died.
On the way back to the house where Liya and the others were settled with Li Ye, Ruan Xingyi finally understood His Highness's intention.
He's such a grown man, yet his personality isn't as mature as Lia's. Only the people at the "nursery" can handle him.
Ruan Xingyi tossed Li Ye into the house like trash, said "His Highness sent him," and then hurriedly left.
Jiang Fang: ...
What the hell is this? Could you be any more vague?
Seeing Li Ye lying there like a rag doll, Jiang Fang exclaimed in pain, quickly scooped him up, removed the gag from his mouth, and untied the ropes.
None of the people handed over to her were lethal, and besides, she herself was quite strong, so Jiang Fang wasn't afraid that Li Ye would suddenly attack or hurt someone.
As Jiang Fang gently wiped the dust off his face, Li Ye couldn't help but burst into tears again.
Jiang Fang coaxed him habitually, "Don't cry, don't cry, your face will hurt if you cry, be good."
After healing Li Ye's injuries and having him wash up and change into the pajamas she had prepared, Jiang Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief after Li Ye fell asleep.
She went to the kitchen, grabbed a boning knife, and made a video call to Ruan Xingyi.
Damn it, if you sent over six girls like Leah, at least tell her to find out something. What are you trying to do with this little crybaby?
Ruan Xingyi answered the video call, but upon seeing the gleaming knife, she immediately pressed the close button.
He then sent a message: His Highness only said to deliver it to you, and he has already asked you what he wanted to know.
Jiang Fang: Damn it, I'm not really taking care of the kids, okay?
Another day of not being treated as a proper interrogator.
Ruan Mingchu organized the information and sent the different messages to the relevant people so that they could carry them out.
If Rong Zhiming can catch the fish, his arrangements will remain hidden in the shadows; only if he fails will he step in to put out the fire.
As soon as Ruan Mingchu went downstairs in the morning, he was surrounded by Ding Junji, Lei Qianjun and others, who asked him to teach them winning strategies.
Ruan Mingchu chuckled and said, "Well, everyone, just keep up the good work and do your best."
Ruan Mingchu hadn't expected to gain much of an advantage in individual battles. His initial plan was for him and Mu Yu to control the battlefield in team battles and field battles. Now that the individual battles are shorter, it's more advantageous for them.
Of course, you can't tell them this.
Although these people certainly won't believe it, it wouldn't be good to just give up if they did.
Shen Huanli said with dissatisfaction: "What you said is as good as nothing at all."
"Otherwise what?" Ruan Mingchu walked through them toward the refrigerator, taking out the original flavor nutrient solution as she spoke, "Unless only Mu Yu and I play, any of you could lose."
"Tch, as if you two are the best in the whole game." Shen Huanli slumped down at the table, angrily picked up a steamed bun and took a big bite.
Seeing that Ruan Mingchu really had no solution, the others could only sit back down and eat.
Before leaving, Ruan Mingchu noticed that Li Bingcang secretly slipped something into Mu Yu's bag and whispered some instructions in Mu Yu's ear.
The car had a two-seater, and Ruan Mingchu habitually sat on the inside, leaving the outside seat for Mu Yu.
But Mu Yu stopped before he got there and sat down next to Gong Zhushen.
Ruan Mingchu frowned in dissatisfaction. Although he didn't say anything, his aura remained very low.
Mu Yu had important business with Gong Zhushen.
Well... it's not exactly a serious matter.
Just now, Li Bingcang stuffed a large bundle of ancient incense sticks and an incense burner into his bag, telling him to light the incense and pray after he went to the preparation room.
But once Mu Yu got on the bus, he remembered that Li Bingcang hadn't given him a lighter, and Gong Zhushen had a little skill that allowed him to light fires.
Therefore, the important task of lighting incense and worshipping Buddha was entrusted to Gong Zhushen.
Gong Zhushen scratched his head: "But Brother Mu, I can't control my little skill very well. Sometimes it's just a small flame, and sometimes it's a huge burst of flame."
So Mu Yu took out a stick of incense and gave it to Gong Zhushen: "Start practicing now."
"Brother Mu, you keep an eye on things for me, don't burn their cars."
"Um."
Gong Zhushen started the fire, and Mu Yu watched from the side, practicing all the way.
Whenever Mu Yu looked back, he could see Ruan Mingchu staring at the back of his head the whole way.
Ruan Mingchu knew that Mu Yu and Gong Zhushen had been friends for over ten years, good brothers and best buddies.
After being inseparable for so many days, Ruan Mingchu had long since gotten used to the two of them being together.
Most importantly, without Mu Yu, there are no fresh, sweet pheromones, and the air smells terrible!
Ruan Mingchu attributed everything to his attachment to pheromones.
As soon as he got off the car, before he even entered the preparation room, Ruan Mingchu was called away, told that he had to go to a meeting again.
But this time, a robot led the way, and the places we went to were different from the previous ones.
"Please come in," the robot's voice said.
Ruan Mingchu looked around. Based on the distribution of doors along the corridor and the overall width, the room was no more than forty square meters in size, and it certainly couldn't hold more than three thousand people.
So who wants to see him?
Pushing open the door, Ruan Mingchu saw Rong Zhiming reclining in the boss's chair.
Upon seeing Ruan Mingchu, he blew a rascal's whistle and, as he always did when they met, said, "Hey, you're here."
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Author's Note:
Good evening~
34. Praying to gods and Buddhas is not a sign of good luck.
Ruan Mingchu glanced at Rong Zhiming a few times. He was still not wearing an inner layer or buttoning his coat, and his bare chest was indecent and an eyesore.
He looked away, and the next second, the executive chair Rong Zhiming was sitting in threw him off, just like always.
Rong Zhiming grimaced as he got up from the ground, complaining, "I haven't seen you in so long and this is how you treat an old friend? I even shed a couple of tears for you when I thought you were dead."
Ruan Mingchu: "There's no need for that. What do you want with me?"
"Can't we meet if there's nothing wrong? You're so heartless." Rong Zhiming rubbed his butt and moved to the sofa. "Come sit down, I specially prepared some water for you."
Ruan Mingchu sat down opposite Rong Zhiming, his gaze unfriendly.
"Stop, stop, stop..." Rong Zhiming crossed his arms and made an X shape with his hands. "Stop glaring, stop glaring, I'm not going to waste any more words."
Rong Zhiming put away his frivolous grin and said seriously, "It's like this, you should know about my plan, right?"
Ruan Mingchu nodded.
"Originally, I planned to use those kids from Di Yi as the main bait, but you found out you were in there, so why don't you condescend to be the bait? I just feel like those kids are unreliable."
"Although I don't know exactly what you want to do, this matter should not conflict with your purpose."
Rong Zhiming spoke while observing Ruan Mingchu's expression.
When Rong Zhiming saw him by chance yesterday, he was amazed that there could actually be someone in the world who looked so much like him, and even had the same name. If it weren't for the age discrepancy, he would have thought he was the reincarnation of the Crown Prince.
However, that night he inadvertently spotted Ruan Xingyi again. Who is Ruan Xingyi? Ruan Mingchu's most loyal mute dog.
That's why we're having this meeting today.
In fact, it wasn't until Ruan Mingchu pushed the door open and entered that he was certain it was really him; he just didn't know how he had become like this.
Ruan Mingchu never does anything meaningless; every move he makes is driven by a clear ulterior motive.
The Shuangjiu Star System is the territory of Mu Bing, who is the Emperor's man. Considering the Emperor's recent actions, could it be that the father and son are finally going to have a showdown?
"Stop your pointless imaginings."
Ruan Mingchu's voice interrupted Rong Zhiming's thoughts. Rong Zhiming pursed his lips, thinking that he must remember to wear a mask when meeting Ruan Mingchu in the future. The ability to interpret your thoughts through facial expressions is really annoying.
“No, it’s just because your facial expressions are too lively,” Ruan Mingchu said quietly.
Rong Zhiming patted his face, his eyes filled with resentment: "Just tell me if you're going to do it or not, or I'll lose such a good friend like you!"
Ruan Mingchu nodded reservedly. Whether they were friends or not didn't matter, as long as they didn't go too far and damage the future of the empire.