Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

Xiangling puffed out her cheeks: "You're just being greedy, aren't you?"

Ji Ming looked completely bewildered: "What makes you say that?"

"The Seven Stars are all high-ranking officials and nobles who can take concubines. Ah Ming, you wouldn't be running for the Seven Stars because you're eyeing that, would you...?"

The pot and ladle were getting closer and closer to Ji Ming, while greed was getting further and further away from Ji Ming. It turned out that relying on Ji Ming's treasure was still the most reliable thing.

Ji Ming's face was full of justice: "No, my goal is to bring prosperity and fairness to all of Liyue. The existence of concubines violates fairness and must be eliminated."

He was serious. Liyue has never lacked male thieves and female prostitutes since ancient times. Concubines may sound powerful, but they seriously undermine the fairness of status between people. It may seem like women's rights are being violated, but in reality, human rights are being violated.

Besides concubines, are there no male favorites? Therefore, as soon as Ji Ming comes to power, he will eliminate the tradition of nobles taking concubines and begin to build a fair and just society governed by the rule of law.

If Zhongli is lucky enough to make him the Geo Archon, then everyone in Liyue, from Ji Ming, the second Geo Archon, down to ordinary people, will have to obey the rule of law.

Human rule and divine intervention must always give way to the rule of law; this is Ji Ming's concept of "the divine being under the law."

Even the gods submit to the rule of law, so naturally, those former dignitaries who have fallen from power dare not act recklessly.

Xiangling looked on with suspicion: "Really? You look so sanctimonious."

In Xiangling's eyes, many men change their hearts after becoming rich, and women are no different.

As long as one is a person, as long as one has power, influence, wealth, or status, most people will use their power to satisfy their greed, and lust is an easily satisfied desire.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many scandals in Liyue Harbor. The key is that most of them are scandalous news about high-ranking officials and nobles, such as so-and-so's son taking another concubine, or so-and-so's son going to the Pearl Ferry again.

Pearl Pavilion, a pleasure boat on the sea, is only open to those who have received an invitation.

Seeing that Xiangling didn't believe him, Ji Ming smiled and assured her, "You'll see, if I ever come to power, the first law I'll promulgate will be the denial of the legitimacy of concubines."

"Are you serious?"

Xiangling did not doubt Ji Ming's true nature, but she was very suspicious of the character of high-ranking officials and nobles.

If it's Ke Qing from Yuheng Star, then there's no need to doubt it. But what if it's another high-ranking official, like the previous Tianquan Star Mo Heng, who had more than a dozen concubines?

Incidentally, after Ningguang took over, the Mo family quickly declined, and Mo Heng passed away a few years ago.

Ji Ming replied without hesitation, "I'm serious. If Xiangling really wants to help me, she should provide me with logistical support from the rear. I hope to have a hot meal when I'm tired."

"Okay, then I'll take care of all the logistics for you. So, what are your plans for the near future?"

Xiangling smiled. She seemed to see a great hero slowly rising up, even though Amin was just an insignificant little man at the moment.

But it doesn't matter, she will witness it with her own eyes.

Perhaps because the things he had just been thinking about were too passionate, Ji Ming now looked a little lazy. He picked up a toothpick from the stove and put it in his mouth, casually touching the rice crust that was yawning.

"Win over those you can, secure those you can secure, unite those you can unite, and most importantly, expand publicity so that the people know about the existence of the Nine Gates."

"Hmm, this is too complicated. Let's start with the simple one."

Sure enough, it's best not to say such things out loud, lest the little cook be troubled.

Ji Ming smiled and changed the subject: "Xiangling, why don't you give the future Nine Gates a new name?"

Xiangling exclaimed in surprise, "Eh, me?"

"I don't want to. Most of my brothers are roughnecks, and the last one is single-mindedly focused on taking down the Seven Stars, so naturally we have to think carefully about names."

The name "Old Nine Gates" was quite good during the gang era, but if it were used as the name of a political party in the future, it might seem rather crude and vulgar.

Therefore, Fourth Brother Chen, who cut off his finger, has always been thinking about reorganizing the Nine Gates. The Nine Gates will always exist, but it cannot always be a gang, so it is necessary to give it an alias.

Ji Ming rested his chin on his hand, watching Xiang Ling ponder deeply with a smile, and reassured her, "Don't rush, think it over slowly."

Xiangling frowned, then looked at Guoba, who was dozing off beside her, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Guoba Party?"

Guoba, who was dozing off: "?"

Ji Ming suppressed a laugh: "Not bad, not bad. Guoba can join the Nine Gates as their party mascot. The people will definitely like it."

Scratching her hair, Xiangling knew, of course, that she had been mocked by her childhood sweetheart. Frustrated, she untied the two small buns that were coiled at the back of her head, and then her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist.

Because her hair was too long to manage, Xiangling simply tied it up in this hairstyle. Normally, she looks like a cute girl next door, but now that her hair is down to her waist, she looks like a real childhood sweetheart.

Regardless, Ji Ming was stunned. He rarely saw Xiang Ling with long hair, and it was even less likely that others would see her like that. The little chef form was the most common Xiang Ling.

Noticing Ji Ming's gaze, Xiang Ling chuckled a few times, placed the ropes on the table, and said bluntly, "If all else fails, why not just call it the A-Ming Party?"

"Do you want your childhood sweetheart to be seen as a tyrannical dictator in Mondstadt?"

"What's it called?"

"Take your time to think about it, no rush."

Seeing that Ji Ming was deliberately teasing her, Xiangling couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. While thinking, she muttered, "Naming is so hard. I'll just let a private tutor name the child from now on. Ah Ming definitely won't be able to name anything..."

Because Xiangling's voice was too soft, Ji Ming couldn't hear her clearly, so he leaned closer and asked, "Xiangling, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing, don't come any closer!"

Xiangling gently pushed Ji Ming's face away, then blushed deeply. She had been far too bold just now, and her thoughts were anything but pure, seriously violating the innocent relationship between childhood sweethearts.

No, no, this kind of thinking must be stopped. Childhood sweethearts must never become wild horses that have run wild!

"Daughter, when will you two finish talking? It'll be dinner time in an hour or two, so hurry up and prepare dinner."

Master Mao's question came from the front hall, and Xiangling realized that she and Ji Ming had been chatting for a long time, and if they continued chatting, they would delay the preparation of dinner.

Dinner is also a peak time for customers, so we need to prepare well.

Thinking this, Xiangling called out to the front hall, "I know, I'll get ready right away!"

Master Mao's voice came from the front hall again: "Don't let Ming leave. He has to stay and prepare. Free labor is no excuse not to use it."

"Amin is not free labor!"

"Alright, daughter, you can protect him then. You two can continue running Wanmintang, and I'll go back to the countryside to farm."

"Daddy!"

Xiangling turned around sharply and saw Ji Ming looking down, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

Honestly, at least give us some kind of response...

Xiangling gave a light hum: "The usual, a cup of hot milk."

"Okay, I'll help you right now."

A cup of hot milk can keep Amin in Wanmintang for two or three hours. How many cups of hot milk could take Amin's life away?

Patting her rosy cheeks, Xiangling threw herself back into her busy preparations.

(P.S.: Are they all in school? It feels like suddenly not many people are watching?)

Chapter 88 A Good Husband Chooses a Wife Before Marrying In

The milk was still too sweet. Xiangling liked to add sugar to Ji Ming's milk, but Ji Ming wasn't interested in anything that was too sweet.

Of course, under the threat of the spatula, Ji Ming still drank the whole glass of milk under Xiang Ling's supervision. He felt that he hadn't needed to consume sugar for several days, otherwise he would definitely be diagnosed with diabetes in the future.

Ji Ming clearly remembered that the little cook didn't like drinking milk when she was six years old. In order to avoid being fed by Master Mao, she even ran away from Liyue Harbor to Ji Ming's house on the outskirts of Liyue.

Xiangling, you'll definitely become a good mother in the future, the kind who forces her child to drink milk every day.

No, this girl is forcing Ji Ming to drink milk every day now. Isn't she treating him like her own child?

When Ji Ming returned to the courtyard house, lost in thought, the moon was high in the night sky, and it was already ten o'clock at night. There were not many pedestrians on the street.

"White Sugar, come out and open the door for me."

Ji Ming yawned. Actually, he wasn't sleepy at all. He had just drunk a whole cup of hot milk and now felt full of energy.

How about we stay up all night tonight? There are many things to do during the day, so we can use the evening to cultivate. As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Ji Ming promised Senior Sister Gan Yu that he would cultivate for three thousand years, so he can't break his promise.

Upon hearing Ji Ming's call, Bai Tang, who had been sleeping lazily under the eaves, shook her body, then ran over and jumped up, prying open the door lock from the inside.

At this point, someone might ask, "Ji Ming, why didn't you bring your keys? What if Bai Tang went out with you? Or is someone else going to open the door for you?"

There are some brothers, and four more people who can help Ji Ming open the door.

The highest-ranking landlady, the 77th generation head of the Rebirth Hall, is Hu Tao.

The landlady's henchman, Miss Yi Guan, who is obsessed with marrying off her own master, is Sister Dudu.

The landlady's housekeeper, and in reality, the head of the Rebirth Hall, is Old Meng.

The landlady's parasite, Ji Ming's future prime minister, and Zhongli's beloved minister.

In conclusion, Ji Ming's home has been taken over by the landlady's cronies. He is very worried that one night, the landlady's cronies will suddenly break in, tie him up, and send him to the Hu family's main hall to get married, eventually becoming the Hu family's son-in-law.

Once you're tied to the Hu family's thieving ship, you'll have to learn all sorts of things about funerals.

No, the name Hu Ming is too difficult to handle. I'll have to choose between Gan Ming and Mao Ming from now on. A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, a good minister chooses a good lord to serve, and a good husband chooses a good wife to marry into.

People like Ji Ming are born to be raised as useless people, especially motherly characters like Senior Sister Gan Yu and childhood sweetheart characters like Xiang Ling, who are a perfect match for him.

At this point, someone might ask, "Ji Ming, if you really become a live-in son-in-law one day, aren't you afraid of upsetting your parents to death?"

The ancestral laws cannot be changed, and Ji Ming even shares the same surname as his mother.

"White Sugar, have you missed me?"

"Wang Wang!"