Who told him to make the cards!

He both loved and hated it.

It's like a talent scout discovering a thoroughbred horse, but being unable to catch up with it.

"no!"

"This kid must become my disciple!"

"He can only be my student!"

Old Man Meng clenched his fists, his old eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

A moment later, he also disappeared from the spot.

at the same time.

At an astronomical observatory.

Old Man Meng, who was sitting in front of the telescope, trembled and suddenly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the young man who had been waiting nearby almost burst into tears of joy.

"Dean Meng, you're finally awake!"

He was Old Man Meng's assistant and had been keeping watch here for two days and three nights.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Man Meng was still breathing and had a normal body temperature, he would have thought that the old dean had really gone to the moon in bliss.

"What is it... Ouch!"

Old Man Meng had a dignified demeanor, but as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.

The assistant quickly helped him up, saying, "Dean, please take it easy."

"You've slept for four whole days, why don't you sit down for a while longer?"

"I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare something to eat."

"No rush, you go first."

Old Man Meng waved his hand and said.

His assistant usually doesn't come to him unless there's something he needs.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" The assistant was genuinely worried about his health.

Even young people can't withstand such a long period of not eating or drinking, let alone the elderly hospital director?

Old Man Meng glared at him: "Just say what I told you to say, stop talking nonsense."

"You've already said everything by asking two fewer questions!"

Old Man Meng was furious.

He was holding back a lot of anger, but his assistant wouldn't listen and insisted on letting him vent it.

The assistant jumped to attention in fright and quickly reported, "It's about the Vatican, Dean."

"The Palace of the Holy Maidens called the academy to ask when you would be available, as they would like to schedule a time to talk with you."

"The Holy Maiden Palace? That girl Shen Qinglian?"

“Okay,” Old Man Meng said. “Go call her back and tell her that I’m free tomorrow morning… no, this morning.”

Perfect timing, he also had something to ask Shen Qinglian.

……

Chapter 23 The Saintess

Tianhengjing.

10:00 AM.

Five black shuttle cars stopped in front of the Royal Museum.

The sunlight shone brightly on the car body, giving it a jewel-like texture with sharp edges and a crystal-clear, luxurious feel.

Below the rear window of the car is a golden river logo, identical to the one printed on coins.

More than ten bodyguards in suits got out of the last four cars and formed a human safety line, attracting frequent glances and discussions from passersby on the street.

"It looks like a Vatican vehicle?"

"They're so free, they have time to visit a museum?"

"Why make such a big show of it?"

"Watch me report this..."

"Wait a minute, doesn't that look like Her Highness the Holy Maiden...?"

"It really is Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"

"My God, I'm so lucky to have seen Her Highness the Holy Maiden in person..."

A gasp of delight rippled through the crowd.

The person who just said they were going to report it is no longer doing so.

Since she is Her Highness the Holy Maiden, her visit to the museum must be on official business.

It's only right that the entourage is large.

For no other reason than that Her Highness is a person who truly works for the people.

The Holy Order Empire has a law called the "Justice Law".

Article 3, Section 2, "Delayed Justice," explicitly stipulates that, except for imperial secrets, papal officials should, depending on their position and duties, disclose to the public their work (3-24 months prior) within 3-24 months, noting important events and other participants, with the relevant department stamping and confirming the information for imperial citizens to review.

The initial intention was to use these records to investigate corrupt officials and see who was neglecting their duties.

As they continued their investigation, they discovered a "treasure trove".

From environmental governance in the old city of Tianhengjing to positive salary adjustments for non-staff employees, to reductions in basic housing prices and disaster relief in major areas, her presence is felt in almost every positive topic people discuss in their spare time.

She spearheaded many of the tasks.

Who wouldn't love such a saintly princess?

Not to mention that Her Highness is also a great beauty.

It was a bit cold, but everyone knew that beneath the saintess's aloof exterior lay a heart devoted to her country and its people.

Wearing sunglasses, Shen Qinglian ignored the shouts of passersby and walked straight into the museum.

"Your Highness, this way please."

Inside the hall, the dean's assistant, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed respectfully.

He led Shen Qinglian through the main building of the museum to the old planetarium at the back.

The new planetarium is right next door, separated only by a lawn.

Since the new museum was built, there have been very few visitors to the old one.

Old Man Meng lived here for a long time, and over time, the old building became his "private territory".

At this moment, Old Man Meng was making tea.

"Dean, Her Highness the Holy Maiden has arrived."

The assistant escorted Shen Qinglian to the living room, whispered a report, and then bowed and withdrew.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time."

"Please have a seat."

Old Man Meng said with a smile.

"Dean Meng doesn't look too good." Shen Qinglian sat down on the sofa opposite and asked, "Is he not welcoming me?"

"Your Highness is too kind." Old Man Meng brewed two cups of tea and pushed one of them in front of Shen Qinglian. "Your Highness is so busy with affairs of state. It is an honor for this old man to be able to take the time to come and see me."

Old Man Meng speaks fluent and sophisticated Mandarin.

But to be honest, he was a little uncomfortable.

I haven't eaten or drunk anything for days, and I only had some porridge this morning. My head is still a little dizzy.

I only went to Guanyu once, and he even caused me to have hypoglycemia.

But it's worth it.

Shen Qinglian picked up her cup and took a small sip of tea.

good smell.

If this tea can catch the eye of the old dean, it must be something special.

She just couldn't appreciate it.

In contrast, Shen Qinglian preferred wine.

Old Man Meng spoke:

"Your Highness, is there anything I can help you with that you've come to see me about?"