Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Emotional needs and physiological needs... what exactly are these needs?

Shen Liang didn't quite understand, but considering that friends should be able to do anything and fulfill any condition, then any request should be possible. So he nodded along with his heart, "Yes."

Mistelin tilted her head.

[So for you, "friends" and "harem" are the same word, right? Honey, you're such a jerk! You haven't inherited any of the naivety of our saintly family. No, you are indeed naive, honey, you're just incredibly possessive; you haven't thought about anything else complex.]

Shen Liang had no interest in analyzing Mistelin's logic, because at that moment someone straightened their tie in front of his desk, glanced at him out of the corner of their eye, and then, feigning refinement, took out a Mora Stone coin, tapped it on the table, and said elegantly, "Your Highness, are you used to having servants by your side and have forgotten to bring money?"

"Isn't this obvious to anyone?" Shen Liang was in a bad mood because she didn't have any money with her, and her tone was no longer cheerful and polite. "If you want to pay for me, please hurry up, but I won't remember what you look like. I don't pay much attention to people other than pretty girls, so I might not even pay you back."

The senior brother was stunned, his expression turning awkward. He hadn't expected Shen Liang, who, despite her seemingly cute and bright appearance, had such a unique way of speaking. "I came here to help you out, and you're being so willful and ruthless... it's really..."

So cute.

The senior brother was secretly delighted. He had initially thought she would be a gentle, charming princess who lacked a bit of conquering spirit, but it turned out to be his favorite spoiled little princess! He waved his hand, about to say, "Alright! Then I'll treat Your Highness to a meal..."

Suddenly someone interrupted, their voice cold, "No need, I'll pay. It's twelve thousand Mora, right? I don't have any Mora with me, so just remember my name."

The senior brother, whose moment of showing off was abruptly interrupted, was very unhappy. Logically speaking, everyone should try to please the princess in a certain order. Even if there was no order, you shouldn't interrupt. This is a bad thing and you'll be remembered.

But when he looked up, he was stunned for a moment, because he saw the beautiful and exquisite back of the person in front of him. Her long, dark blue ponytail was draped over the back of her moon-white cheongsam, and her slender thighs were covered by stockings under the skirt. The dress was tied with a red rope, a customary practice among immortals.

She was a stunningly beautiful girl, but the students of Jigong Palace were not unfamiliar with beauties, especially since Shen Liang was right in front of them. He was surprised because he saw the Qilin horn above the girl's forehead, and he immediately realized who she was.

Yes, in Liyue, only those in power can use "Remember my name" to pay the bill in a place like Jigong where status doesn't matter.

"It's Senior Sister Gan Yu!" A chorus of exclamations arose from the crowd.

Gan Yu, the Seven Star Secretary, was the first student of Jigong. It could be said that all the young people in Jigong currently address her as "Senior Sister." For these top students of Jigong, "Gan Yu" represents the dream of anyone aspiring to a political career.

Unlike outsiders who are unfamiliar with the Liyue Celestials, the people of Jigong have had more dealings with the Celestials and know the inside story about Ganyu.

This fairy is a true founding minister. Although she appears young like a girl, she is only of low seniority in the fairy family. In terms of age, she is a veteran who fought alongside the Geo Archon in the Demon God War. However, after the establishment of Liyue Harbor, she did not devote herself to becoming a carefree immortal in Jueyun Karst, or find a suitable student to teach in Jigsaw.

Instead, he chose to be an ordinary student at Jigong, graduating through proper procedures and joining Yujingtai, eventually becoming the master of Yuehaiting and the secretary of the Seven Stars.

However, considering Senior Sister Gan Yu's immortal lineage, this "Seven Star Secretary" is quite particular.

The Liyue Seven Stars are all mortals, and every twenty to fifty years, a new generation of Seven Stars is appointed. In the thousand years since Liyue Harbor was built, the Seven Stars have changed hands countless times. Because the position of Seven Stars is not inherited but rather chosen based on merit, overseen by the Geo Archon and the Emperor, the previous Seven Stars and the next often do not share many vested interests or inherited power. In other words, each generation of Seven Stars must build their own power and prestige.

As for the hypothetical situation, all the students at Jigong simply said, "Assuming."

Imagine there exists a being who serves as the secretary to all seven members of the Seven Stars, handling all matters, big and small, for each of them. Yes, Gan Yu merely collects the Seven Stars' decrees, organizes them into feasible forms, and then issues them—but even if this were the initial arrangement, the decrees of each generation of the Seven Stars would still require the approval of Yue Haiting. And Yue Haiting has only had one secretary in the past thousand years; only decrees approved by her are considered decrees, while those she does not approve are rejected.

Then let me ask you this: a thousand years from now, when the Seven Stars have become inseparable from her, will she... have the qualifications, the ability, the means... to interfere with the formation of government decrees?

The Seven Stars encompass all of Liyue's administrative responsibilities, and the Moonlit Pavilion secretary, who is responsible for coordinating all the Seven Stars, naturally acquires Liyue's complete administrative power. While the bureaucrats of the General Affairs Department all know Gan Yu as the Moonlit Pavilion secretary, those truly familiar with the administrative system refer to her as the mistress of the Moonlit Pavilion.

Of course, when the senior brothers were admiring Gan Yu's beautiful figure, the junior brothers might object, saying that you're just making things up about the administrative system. The person who holds real power can never be said to control the administrative system, but rather to control the state's violent organs!

The Thousand Rock Army, a powerful force, is personally commanded by the Liyue Seven Stars! The Thousand Rock Army's movements are unique in that they do not require the Moonlit Pavilion's intervention!

These are very convincing words, but every time this happens, my senior brothers just smile and say, "You don't know anything."

Is the Thousand Rock Army the true violent organization of Liyue? Wrong! If you can't explain where you went wrong, then I can only give you a zero for this course.

The senior disciples lit their pipes, tapped the ash, and gazed at the heavy rain outside the window, speaking in deep voices. They said that while the Thousand Rock Army was indeed powerful, its primary duty was maintaining public order. In the current world, which had enjoyed prolonged peace, any crisis would inevitably be a calamity brought by demons. The most powerful force in Liyue, however, was actually the hermits living in seclusion in Jueyun Karst. They were still alive; they were true generals who had fought alongside the Emperor through countless battles and remained as formidable as ever. Even within the Thousand Rock Army, the most prestigious members were often the hermit yakshas.

But think about it, what is the relationship between these immortals and Sister Ganyu? They're either mother and daughter, master and disciple, aunt and niece—basically, elders and relatives who watched Sister Ganyu grow up. Are these people closer to Sister Ganyu or to the Liyue Seven Stars? It's self-evident, isn't it? They have the backing of immortals; Sister Ganyu just doesn't mention it often. Do you really think the Liyue Seven Stars have the confidence to challenge her with their so-called violent mechanisms?

Of course, if you ask the teachers to ask the senior students, they will only say that the above is all a joke, nonsense without any evidence.

In short, Senior Sister Gan Yu is the most outstanding student of Ji Palace. It is said that she still occasionally teaches at the school, instructing elegant subjects such as identifying flowers and plants. Although most people who attend Gan Yu's classes are 90% there because of her impressive resume as the master of Yuehai Pavilion, hoping to hear her success stories, another 10% are probably there because of the charming smile of the Qilin girl in her cheongsam and black stockings.

Faced with such an ultimate powerful minister, almost rumored to be "the number one person in the Liyue administrative system after the Emperor," all students in the school, regardless of the recent graduating classes, have long admired his name, and their rooms are adorned with paintings of ladies depicting the little Qilin. In fact, being a deity isn't necessarily the most powerful, nor is being a powerful minister the most powerful. To be both a deity and the leader whom the Seven Stars of Liyue bow down to, that's what's truly powerful.

"Thank you so much, Sister Gan Yu is so kind." Shen Liang's gaze traveled up from the white embroidered shoes, stopping at the bell on Gan Yu's black bodysuit. Then, she tilted her head and said frankly, "I asked you a long time ago, do all the girls in your Liyue Immortal Clan like to wear bodysuits?"

Gan Yu had rehearsed so many lines for her meeting with Shen Liang, but she forgot them all in an instant. Her beautiful, pale blue eyes widened in surprise, "You...you..."

"Sister Fanan wears bodysuits because she often goes diving, and form-fitting clothes are more suitable. But Sister Ganyu, you wear them every day too. Is this a tradition of the immortals? Hmm, when I get back, I'll design this style for Sister Ying and the others. Silk is so smooth and feels so comfortable to the touch. I've designed so many, but they just don't like wearing them." Shen Liang admired Ganyu's graceful figure, her eyes devoid of any wicked thoughts, only a little curious. "But can you tell me how to go to the toilet in these close-fitting bodysuits?"

Gan Yu subconsciously took a step back, and behind her was a table. She sat down on the table with a thud.

[Look how scared you've made her! She's a fairy, a beautiful girl over two thousand years old, and you're asking her this? Why don't you ask her if her period has stopped?]

"Sister Ganyu, I have a question, did you stop..."

[Shut up, baby!]

The onlookers were once again pleasantly surprised. They had only known the little princess as well-behaved, polite, and yet willful and capricious; they hadn't expected her to have such a blunt side, asking the question no one dared to ask. Over the years, Jigong had known many members of the Celestial Clan, and some had long harbored this desire. The Celestial Beauties' clothing and appearance were always somewhat different from ordinary people, but out of respect, everyone kept it to themselves. Many dresses designed in the style of the Celestials still hadn't solved this problem. Before graduation, the senior students of Gewu Academy tearfully held their juniors' hands, saying, "You must solve this problem! The Liyue fashion world can't be without an atomic bomb!"

"If Liangjun is curious, Ganyu will answer to the best of her knowledge. Well, I don't know about other people's situations, but as for me... in order to control my figure, my daily diet consists of Qinghe Ganlu, and my food intake... isn't very large. By consuming the essence of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, there are almost no distractions, so... I don't need to metabolize it, right?"

Gan Yu's face felt hot. Shen Liang's words confused her, and she felt slightly embarrassed and annoyed. However, when she thought of the letter from the Fox Palace, she didn't want to provoke this little devil.

She knew how formidable this child was.

No one knows what he's thinking. The whole of Liyue is mistaken for a princess, but Gan Yu knows in her heart that this little prince is absolutely, absolutely, a boy so handsome that all girls feel ashamed of themselves.

because……

"I heard that Sister Gan Yu and Aunt Zhaigong are good friends?" Shen Liang asked with a smile before she could finish thinking.

Gan Yu's heart tightened.

What does this mean? A warning? He knows I know Fox Palace, so he must know him too, and is he warning me not to interfere with his game?

What kind of perverse pleasure is it to sneak into Jigong as a girl? Jigong isn't some girls' school that requires any special effort to infiltrate. What ulterior motive do you have?

And I...

Gan Yu thought of the teasing words in Hu Zhaigong's letter to Yan Yan, and squeezed her legs together on the table, revealing an embarrassed expression.

Fox Palace, Fox Palace, you...please...me?

Knowing full well that I have no interest in dealing with this... You vixen, is this how you bully your sister Gan Yu?

"Yes, we're good friends." Gan Yu smiled gently, hiding her bad mood, and stepped down from the table while pressing the back of her skirt. "Not only Zhaigong, but Liangjun probably forgot that I came to Inazuma to hold you when you were little."

"Stop," Shen Liang said quickly. "Don't start this family drama. I don't remember anything. Who can remember things from their childhood?"

Gan Yu smiled even more, her lips pursed. Looking at the nervous Shen Liang, she realized she had been overthinking things. She then stroked the boy's soft, long hair with a smile, "Others grow up to be more handsome, but you've only gotten cuter. When you were in the cradle, you had sparse hair on your forehead, couldn't open your eyes, and cried so much that you needed to be fed, but..."

"Stop, Sister Gan Yu! Let's talk about this back in the dorm, okay?" Shen Liang felt embarrassed, especially since he was clearly a student from Inazuma studying in Liyue, the renowned Prince Liang. This little girl had come up to him with the attitude of a kind aunt, asking about his well-being. It was embarrassing for him in front of so many people.

Gan Yu smiled and said, "Okay."

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Chapter Sixty: Sweet Rain: Stop asking! Stop asking!

It was already dinnertime when Shen Liang returned to his dormitory courtyard, and it was already dark. Rosalin, who was idly gazing at the mountain view from the second floor, was resting her chin on her hand. Upon seeing him, she immediately cheered up and waved vigorously.

"Did you bring dinner? Your sister and I are starving!"

She held the general, whose head was being pressed against her chest, in her arms. The emotionless doll-like loli leaned on the railing and waved expressionlessly when she saw her brother come home.

Rosalyn possessed a confident and outgoing personality. Despite being a commoner, she never looked down on herself. Even when facing figures like Shen Liang or the General, whom others considered "unapproachable from afar," she could casually hug and embrace them. Shen Liang was one thing, given his deceptive appearance, but the General's aura of unapproachability was very obvious; anyone who could discern even a little bit of authority would feel a slight fear of him.

Rosalyn even dared to knead the general.

But once you've actually kneaded her, you'll realize that the General isn't some cold-hearted and cruel creation of the gods. She doesn't really have any feelings or care. Even if you pick her up and use her as a pillow to hold those lewd, milky-white jelly balls every day, she won't say a word. The General doesn't care.

"Would you like to eat something together?" Shen Liang asked politely.

He guessed Gan Yu hadn't eaten yet, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to the restaurant. But he was just asking politely; the food he packed was only enough for his family, and it would only bother Gan Yu if she agreed to eat. However, Gan Yu didn't seem to like troubling others, so it was probably time to say goodbye.

"Then Gan Yu will accept the offer without hesitation."

Shen Liang frowned. "Why are you taking advantage of this situation?"

Gan Yu was taken aback; this was the first time someone had spoken to her so rudely. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Doesn't Liang Jun welcome me?"

"No, not really, but we need to add two more dishes, and you'll have to wash the dishes."

"Ah? Oh... okay." Gan Yu gradually figured out the little guy's personality. He seemed to be someone who didn't know the meaning of "concealment" at all, and his behavior seemed to be all about saying what he thought. It's not so much that he's straightforward, but rather that he has no sense of distance. He probably lacks common sense in communicating with people, and his few acts of "politeness" are already the greatest respect he can show to others.

It's no wonder some say he's well-behaved while others say he's willful. Being well-behaved is probably because his behavior is very pleasing to elders; he's polite, sensible, and speaks sincerely. As for being willful, those who don't understand him might feel disrespected by his unfriendly tone, thus finding him strange and eccentric.

but……

Gan Yu thought, if someone does and says things to you without any restraint and is completely uninhibited, and you can't accept it, is it because they are rude, or is it because your heart can no longer accept the direct judgment of a pure and innocent person?

Upon reaching the second floor, Shen Liang laid out the takeout containers on the living room table. Looking around, he was immediately struck by the newly renovated living room.

He spent the entire afternoon working at the medicine shop, while Rosalyn, having nothing to do, seemed to be decorating the house nicely with the general.

First came a thorough cleaning, sweeping away all the accumulated dust and furniture. Then, Rosalind thoughtfully added a lot of new furniture. For example, in the middle of the living room sat a soft Mondstadt-style leather sofa, a large three-seater and a single seat placed to the side. A cotton and linen rug was laid on the floor, soft and warm to walk on barefoot.

The fireplace, which originally stood in the center of the sofa, was now being fueled by firewood. Several enamel mugs filled with sweet pear soup were warming on top of the fireplace. The firelight illuminated the otherwise dimly lit room, eliminating the need for an oil lamp.

The kitchen also got a brand new stove and new display cabinets for storing vegetables and fruits; since it's winter, there's no worry about the food spoiling. A beige Mondstadt-made wallpaper covered the original white-painted walls, its soft tone making it look warmer. A whiteboard hung on the wallpaper, featuring simple line drawings of Rosalin and Shen Liang, their heads close together, revealing wide, upturned smiles.

The renovations were all done according to Rosalyn's preferences and style. Apart from the sofa, most of the renovations didn't cost much. But yesterday, the old building was covered in dust, but today it suddenly feels full of vitality and energy, with the gentleness of a young girl filling the space.

The campfire flickered in the fireplace, making it feel like a home.

"Hehe, what do you think? The general said you also like a warmer feel to the decor, so I just took the liberty of doing it myself. Anyway, there's not much here. That sofa wasn't expensive; I had a senior from the School of Physics custom-make one for me. They had several sofas made for their final projects last semester, and they were worried about what to do with them this semester, so they just sold it to me—no big deal. Isn't that whiteboard cute? It symbolizes our ownership of this dorm room! If we have something to say but don't have time to talk in person, we can just write it on the whiteboard. For example, if I go out for a walk in the morning to find inspiration, I can write 'You don't need to cook for me.' If you don't have class tomorrow morning, I can write 'Don't let me wake you up.' Or if the fireplace is out of firewood, I can write 'I need to go up the mountain to gather some.' Anyway, a pampered young lady like you probably doesn't know how to gather firewood, and it's really surprising that the college doesn't sell firewood..."

Her face was flushed, and she was very excited and proud as she introduced the room. Shen Liang turned his head to look at her pointing here and there on tiptoe, and seeing the firelight reflected in her eyes, he suddenly felt his heart beat sharply and clearly.

—Beneath the jade-hooked balustrade, beside the fragrant steps. Drunk, unaware of the setting sun.

【Sister Yu Tu.】