"I……"
"Hmph." Slapping his forehead, Cong Luan pretended to tease him, "Go ahead and write your letter."
He absentmindedly covered his forehead, about to say something, when he sensed something was amiss. How could the inn, filled with wandering martial artists from all corners of the land, be deathly silent at midday?
With a furrowed brow, he pushed open the window of Cong Luan's guest room.
The martial arts figures who had just compared Yu Zigui to demons and monsters and shouted that they wanted to kill her to assert their masculine authority all stopped and looked at the person who was slowly walking in.
Wearing a faded white Taoist robe and a smooth, unadorned wooden hairpin, if it weren't for the iconic tourmaline drop on her earlobe, probably no one would believe that this slow-moving woman was the dashing swordswoman from that day.
"Good day." Yu Zigui nodded to Cong Luan and Xiao Kuang upstairs.
"Good day." Cong Luan opened the door to welcome her as she slowly walked upstairs. "Your injury?"
She raised her right hand, which was wrapped in white cloth, and then swept it over the unfriendly-looking martial arts practitioners who seemed ready to attack at any moment.
"It still hurts a little."
As she spoke, Yu Zigui gently placed her hand on the railing, and then the sound of the wood cracking could be heard. The railing swung around under her hand and crashed down.
Smoke and dust filled the first-floor dining hall, and the hostile gazes suddenly vanished, replaced by shock and obvious convulsions.
"Alliance Leader." Cong Luan gestured towards the shopkeeper, who was on the verge of tears.
Yu Zigui bowed apologetically. "What official position am I now, right?"
"A fifth-rank Zhili soldier." Seeing his indifferent attitude, Cong Luan could only sigh.
"Shopkeeper, please calculate your losses and report them to the authorities. They can deduct the amount directly from my salary."
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he was an official.
Cong Luan sighed as she looked at the person who had so readily made the promise.
That day, seizing the position of leader and taking the official seal symbolizing victory was an incredibly glorious moment. Aside from the Nanshan Academy, the martial arts world, the government, and the common people were all stunned. By the time everyone recovered, she had already personally written down the history of the martial arts world, making this established fact impossible to overturn.
Although the court officials looked at him with some resentment, they had no choice but to say, "Please, Alliance Leader, lead your men to fulfill your duty tonight."
"What responsibility?" The person, who was still unaware of the situation at the time, did indeed have a touch of innocent ignorance.
"Having seized the position of leader of the alliance and been granted military command, I shall lead the heroes to annihilate the refugees of Zhili."
The official in charge of bestowing the seal gritted his teeth, only to see someone extend his blood-stained right hand and weigh it in his hand.
What's the meaning?
"Where is the imperial edict?" Yue Mou blinked, leaving everyone completely bewildered.
"What about the imperial decree ordering me to lead a band of heroes to annihilate the refugees in Zhili?" He was openly and brazenly trying to shirk his responsibilities.
"..."
"Huh? I heard that the imperial court only acts according to imperial decrees, not without one." In an instant, she drew her sword and flashed behind the official. "Or is it that Your Excellency intends to forge an imperial edict?"
Casually hanging his official seal on the tip of his sword, the man strolled past the official who had collapsed to the ground and waved lightly to the audience below.
"That's enough for today, let's go back and have dinner."
The most idle leader in history, the most passive official, is now enjoying a salary ahead of schedule.
Really.
Recalling this, Cong Luan smiled helplessly.
"Young Master Zhuofeng must live on this floor."
"Oh, so the Alliance Leader came to see the handsome man."
Seeing Yu Zigui's noncommittal response, Cong Luan felt a little bored, so she pointed to the top-class room where Wei Zhuofeng was.
Thanks.
The moment the two brushed past each other, Cong Luan saw a familiar figure following behind Zi Gui, clearly the dark-skinned youth who had eaten stinky tofu with wine that day.
"And who is this?" she asked, lowering her eyes.
Zigui stopped and glanced behind her. "My ninth senior brother."
The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems...
"Yesterday it was my eighth senior brother, and today it's my ninth senior brother. My senior brothers are taking turns protecting me because they're worried about me."
Yu Zigui abruptly interrupted her reminiscence, as if afraid she still had time to consider other things. The new alliance leader added, "After all, a girl will inevitably encounter danger, won't she?"
Dangerous? Who is more dangerous than you?
Pressing down on her twitching eyelids, Cong Luan said admiringly, "So talented." Then she glanced at the expressionless Wei Jiu, "Truly so talented."
"Yes, I think so too."
Patting her on the shoulder, Zigui walked towards Wei Zhuofeng's room number one.
"Since the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, no woman has ever held an official position... It was clearly Prince Wei who exhausted the Northern Di people's strength, and that woman merely benefited from it... If the prince were to write a letter asking Duke Wei to make a few moves, it wouldn't be impossible to have the official seal revoked..."
Although there was a door between them, and she politely stepped aside, her exceptionally good hearing still allowed her to distinguish the overly enthusiastic persuasive voices inside the room.
He was a government official in the capital responsible for supervising the martial arts competition.