Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 297: Grand Favor
Ying Yaoshi subconsciously looked in Ning Xuan's direction. Ning Xuan couldn't hear Ying Yaoshi and Shen Shiyi's conversation, but when she sensed Ying Yaoshi's gaze, she guessed that Yu Mingche might have arrived.

Thinking of Yu Mingche, Ning Xuan couldn't help but smile.

"Is that Yu Mingche? It's about time. Let's go, take me to him." Ning Xuan smiled happily.

Ying Yaoshi was dazzled by Ning Xuan's smile. "Xuanxuan, does Yu Mingche please you that much? I feel uncomfortable here." Ying Yaoshi pulled Ning Xuan's hand and placed it on his chest, saying aggrievedly.

"You've learned to be coquettish now. What, haven't I been good enough to you these past few days?" Ning Xuan drew a circle on his heart.

Ying Yaoshi shook his head with a wry smile and walked outside with Ning Xuan.

As he walked, he thought of what Shen Shiyi had just said, and felt a tightness in his chest. Although Ying Yaoshi knew that Ning Xuan had no feelings for Shen Shiyi, he still felt like his treasure was being coveted.

In the conference room, Yu Mingche looked at Shen Shiyi with a critical eye. This guy is so ugly, how dare he have designs on Ning Xuan?

How does Ying Yaoshi manage his subordinates?
If this person is ungrateful and rushes up to confess to Ning Xuan, offending her and making her angry, wouldn't he be in trouble?

However, since this is Ying Yaoshi's subordinate, if Ning Xuan wants to cause trouble, she will first cause trouble for Ying Yaoshi, and at most she will only be affected.

After this little incident, when Yu Mingche saw Ning Xuan enter the conference hall, he immediately took two quick steps, knelt down on one knee in front of Ning Xuan, and bowed, saying, "Yu Mingche greets the Master."

Ning Xuan immediately pulled Yu Mingche up, her eyes involuntarily glancing at his abdomen. "Mingche, you've worked hard. No need for such formalities."

Ning Xuan pulled Yu Mingche up, glanced at Ying Yaoshi, and said, "See? Now you know why he's more to my liking."

As soon as Ying Yaoshi entered the meeting hall, his gaze was fixed on Shen Shiyi. Noticing Ning Xuan's gaze, he respectfully bowed to her and said, "My lord, I have ordered a farewell banquet to be prepared for you. Please take your seats, you and Governor Yu. I will take a few minutes to handle some official business."

Ying Yaoshi called Lü Tianci over and asked him to take Ning Xuan over.

Shen Shiyi originally intended to confess his feelings to Ning Xuan as soon as he saw her come in, but he was stared at by Ying Yaoshi and didn't dare to move at all. He immediately realized that Ying Shuai did not agree.

After Ning Xuan and Yu Mingche left the conference hall, Ying Yaoshi grabbed Shen Shiyi and dragged him into a small hall next door.

"When did you start having such thoughts?" Ying Yaoshi looked at Shen Shiyi with sharp eyes.

"Commander Ying, after Miss Ning saved me, I had this thought. Isn't the purpose of matching a master with a spiritual partner so that we can soothe each other's minds and save lives in critical moments? Miss Ning was able to save my life in that situation, so she must be a suitable master to match with." These were Shen Shiyi's true feelings, so even though he was afraid of Ying Yaoshi, he still mustered up his courage to say it.

"Do you know how many people Ning Xuan saved in that battle to resolve the wormhole self-destruction crisis?" Ying Yaoshi asked calmly.

“I’ve seen the notice issued by Dean Wen. It contains statistics showing that Miss Ning Xuan has treated 3561 people, all of whom were critically injured, dying, or suffering from mental disturbances or near-complete mutation,” Shen Shiyi replied. “This is only from one battle, not counting the wounded she treated elsewhere. If every person Ning Xuan has treated wanted to become her contractor, do you think that’s possible?” Ying Yaoshi questioned.

“However, I am quite strong, and I am also quite wealthy. The benefits I can bring to Ning Xuan are incomparable to those of ordinary soldiers,” Shen Shiyi explained.

"Commander Ying, I know my conditions are definitely not comparable to yours or Governor Yu's. I won't compare myself to you or compete for your favor. I just want to use all my wealth to find a guarantee, just to have a nominal position. Aren't there many people in the legion like this?" Shen Shiyi was right. Most of those who stayed by the master's side were low-level spirit controllers with little combat power. The strong ones were mostly out on missions, earning resources for the master.

"With me and Yu Mingche here, do you think Ning Xuan lacks resources?" Ying Yaoshi frowned as he looked at him.

"We don't need it," Shen Shiyi replied dejectedly.

His heart, which had been burning with passion just moments before, had now cooled. Indeed, Ning Xuan lacked nothing; however, aside from the lure of benefits, there was no way Ning Xuan would ever look at him.

Ning Xuan was unaware that Ying Yaoshi's generals had taken a liking to her. In the banquet hall, she sat in the main seat, pulling Yu Mingche to sit beside her. Under the cover of the carved rosewood table, Ning Xuan's slender hand restlessly slipped into Yu Mingche's clothes.

Ning Xuan touched Yu Mingche's abdomen, making the muscles on his abdomen tense up. The well-defined abdominal muscles felt nice to the touch, but Ning Xuan couldn't find anything unusual.

Yu Mingche blushed as he was touched. The blush, like the peach blossoms of early spring, spread across his fair cheeks, reaching all the way to his ears, and shone with an alluring color in the warm light.

Nevertheless, Yu Mingche did not refuse Ning Xuan. Instead, to make it easier for her to move, he deliberately moved closer to her. This subtle action, carrying a silent obedience and implicit intimacy, deepened the smile on Ning Xuan's lips.

Ning Xuan looked at Yu Mingche's bright profile, her gaze settling on his downcast eyes. His eyes were extremely beautiful in shape, with slightly upturned corners and smooth, delicate lines, like a masterpiece carefully drawn by an artist.

He's really good-looking.

Staring at her from Ning Xuan, she trembled slightly with shyness, her long, thick eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, obscuring the shimmering light in them, but adding to her alluring charm.

Every tiny tremor of those eyelashes felt like a feather gently brushing against Ning Xuan's heart.

Ning Xuan found his shy demeanor incredibly captivating. That radiant beauty, blended with bashfulness, created a powerful, almost otherworldly allure, like fireworks suddenly bursting in the night sky, so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.

Ning Xuan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and an indescribable thrill mixed with the satisfaction brought by the desire for control rose in her chest.

As if possessed, she couldn't help but lean in and whisper in his ear, "Didn't you say you had an implant surgery? I don't feel any different."

Her warm breath, carrying her unique, crisp yet rich fragrance, unexpectedly brushed against Yu Mingche's sensitive earlobes and neck.