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Walter was looking down at his phone, preparing to send a message to the person taking over.

A voice suddenly came from the direction of the card table.

"Hello! You must be the Starry Sky Train."

I am your successor, Qingque!

"The diviners from the Grand Diviner's Office have come to receive you all on the orders of the Grand Diviner!"

Qingque trotted over, a smile immediately spreading across her face.

Walter put away his phone and nodded calmly at her:

"Hello, I am Walter Yang, the leader of the Star Train."

These are my companions.

He pointed to the people next to him one by one.

"March 7th, stars, resting at night."

As for Jingyuan, who was holding Jingliu, she was also a member of the Taipusi, and the two might know each other, so Walter did not introduce her.

Qingque nodded as she silently memorized the people in her mind, her gaze sweeping across the crowd.

Suddenly, it stopped on Jingyuan, who was holding Jingliu.

She paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Who is this?"

"This is Miss Yuan Jing, also from the Imperial Statutes. You don't recognize her?"

He answered casually on March 7th.

Qingque blinked, her mind racing.

Yuan Jing? A civil advisor in the Imperial Divination Bureau? How come she'd never heard of that name before?

Although she was just an ordinary diviner in the Imperial Apothecary, she did it in order to slack off...

She had long since figured out the personnel changes at the Bureau of Apostles.

She knew everything: who got promoted, who got transferred, who took a long leave, and who was punished by the Grand Diviner to clean the archives.

But even after going through the entire roster of the Taibu Si personnel in her mind, she still couldn't find a single person named Yuan Jing.

Could it be a recently hired temporary worker?

No, even temporary workers need to go through her intelligence network; she even knows whether the cafeteria aunties have been replaced or not.

Could it have been parachuted in? Parachuting in would be even less likely to escape her intelligence network.

Jing Yuan sighed inwardly as he looked at Qing Que's appearance.

Having served as a general in the general's mansion for so many years, she could tell what her subordinates were thinking just by looking at their expressions.

She took out the identity document that Fu Xuan had prepared in advance from her sleeve and handed it to Qingque:

"This is my identity document, personally issued by the Grand Diviner."

If Miss Qingque has any doubts, she can check it.

Qingque took it with both hands and looked at it over and over again.

The token is real, the seal is real.

What shocked her even more was that the job level listed above was several levels higher than hers.

In other words, the white-haired girl in front of her, who looked even younger than her, was her boss.

Qingque felt that her worldview was undergoing a minor earthquake.

The Grand Diviner actually allowed someone to parachute in?

And it was someone with a higher official rank than himself?

She knew Fu Xuan's temper better than anyone else; he was the kind of person who even dared to urge General Jingyuan to abdicate in person.

How could we possibly tolerate someone with connections infiltrating the Temple?

The only explanation is...

This white-haired girl named Yuan Jing is definitely talented and skilled, and so strong that even the Grand Diviner made an exception for her.

The thought of being caught red-handed playing mahjong in front of his boss just moments before made him realize how easily he had been caught.

Qingque tensed up completely.

She immediately straightened her back and respectfully handed the token back with both hands.

The smile on his face instantly switched to a serious expression:

"Greetings, sir! I was unaware of your presence and apologize for not greeting you properly!"

I was just taking a short rest here.

While learning about folk entertainment culture, I'm definitely not slacking off!

Jing Yuan retrieved the token and watched Qing Que switch from a slacking-off state to a workplace elite in a second, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Fu Qing has kept this child's job rank so low; it seems he's often annoyed by her slacking off.

She didn't want to make things difficult for Qingque, so she simply shook her head and casually said:

"No need for formalities, just call me Yuanjing. Since we are all colleagues in the Imperial Apothecary, there's no need to be so reserved."

While Qingque verbally agreed with "Yes, yes, Commander Yuanjing," her mind was racing.

What genuine skill could possibly make the Grand Diviner make an exception? Divination? Formation?

Or is it some special skill that she's never even heard of?

She secretly glanced at Jing Yuan a few times, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this person's temperament was somewhat similar to that of General Jing Yuan.

If it weren't for the fact that General Jingyuan had no sisters...

She almost suspected that this was a shady deal between General Jingyuan and the Grand Diviner.

He traded the position of General of Luofu for the care of his own relatives.

Perhaps the Grand Diviner, who is obsessed with becoming a general, might actually agree.

March 7th looked at the girl in front of her with curiosity, who had just been fighting at the card table, and couldn't help but ask:

"Are you really a diviner from the Grand Diviner's Office? You seemed to be playing cards when we passed by the door just now?"

Qingque answered without changing her expression:

"That's a method of divination and prediction."

There are 144 jade tablets in the Imperial Palace, and their permutations and combinations are endless.

The profound mysteries of the I Ching contained within it are no less than those of the Qiong Guan Formation; I am currently deducing them.

March 7th blinked, staring at Qingque with a suspicious look:

Why do I feel like you're trying to fool me?

What you just said is exactly the same as when Qiye was selling the light cone.

Just as Qingque was about to continue composing a few more paragraphs, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Yuan Jing standing to the side.

A chill ran down her spine, and she immediately swallowed back the lies she was about to tell, straightening her back and speaking:

"Yes, Miss March 7th, I was just kidding you, mainly to liven up the atmosphere."

"You must be tired from the long journey. This was just a little joke to help you relax; there was absolutely no malice intended."

March 7th watched as she switched to a completely open and honest expression in an instant.

I always felt that this diviner from the Taibusi was remarkably similar to Qiye in some ways.

They were all talking nonsense with a straight face, and when they were exposed, they immediately admitted it without batting an eye.

They also need to find a plausible reason for themselves.

She couldn't help but turn to look at Qiye, wanting to see his opinion of this kind of colleague.