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"Bluebird!"

Qi Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with a deep longing for the future.

"Are you interested in becoming a general?"

Qingque was stunned.

Her eyes, still tinged with the shock of her promotion, blinked repeatedly before she finally managed to squeeze out a single word:

"……what?"

Wasn't he supposed to be promoted? How did he suddenly jump to the rank of general?

Isn't this a bit too big a leap?

How could a mere fortune teller like her possibly be associated with the word "general"?

Qi Ye didn't give her time to think.

He continued earnestly:

"Let me tell you, I have already reserved the position of general of Luofu."

Jing Yuan, that old relic, will retire sooner or later. After he retires, the next general will be me, Fu Xuan.

This is already a done deal with Tabu, it's not news.

As he said this, he turned around and looked at Qingque with sincere eyes.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, not too hard, but enough to prevent her from backing away.

"Originally, I intended for you to inherit the position of Taipusi."

Although you're a bit lazy, you're quite talented and have a solid foundation in divination; you're more than qualified to be a diviner. But—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp and far-sighted.

"After much deliberation, I believe that..."

A general who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good general.

The rank of general is just my starting point; my goal is to become a marshal.

Qingque stood there with her mouth agape, looking like a stone statue stunned by the sudden speech.

What did you just say, Master Diviner? General is just the starting point? The goal is Marshal?

She usually tries to skip even her morning divination lessons, but now the Grand Diviner is telling her all this?

What does this have to do with me? Why is she standing here listening to all this?

She tried to adjust her facial expression.

I'm preparing to squeeze out a few words of blessing, such as "Your Excellency is wise" or "May Your Excellency achieve your great ambition soon."

Then get away as quickly as possible.

Before she could even speak, Qiye steered the conversation back to the topic.

"so……"

Qi Ye removed his hand from her shoulder, placed it behind his back, and leaned forward slightly.

A smile that sent chills down Qingque's spine hung on his lips.

"I also want you to become a general of another immortal ship."

After all, you are my greatest concern, no, my most trusted and beloved general.

"...You just mentioned a major threat, didn't you?"

Qingque pointed it out weakly.

"Is that the important point?"

Qi Ye waved his hand dismissively, his voice growing increasingly impassioned.

"The key point is that as long as you can also become a general, and the two of us work together, we will have control of two of the seven immortal ships."

When the time comes, the position of marshal will be as easy as taking candy from a baby for me!

If we join forces, we will surely accomplish something truly earth-shattering!

After saying this, he extended his hand to Qingque, speaking as if soliciting talent from her.

"Lord Que, would you be willing to lend me a hand?"

Qingque looked at the outstretched hand in front of her, and then at Fu Xuan's face.

That face held a fervor she had never seen before.

She had already sensed something was wrong.

But she was, after all, a seasoned veteran who had been in the Tabuan for so many years, and her survival instinct immediately took over.

She opened her mouth and shouted with the most earnest attitude she had ever had in her life:

"I am Lord Fu Xuan's dog!"

"Woof! Woof woof woof woof!"

Qi Ye paused for a moment, then a satisfied smile spread across her face.

He reached out and patted Qingque's head, as if petting a puppy:

"This child is teachable."

Que Qing, your awareness is even higher than I expected.

From now on, you will be my most trusted general.

"Lord Xie Taibu..."

Qingque answered with her head down.

Then she took a deep breath and looked up.

A look of urgency suddenly appeared on his face. He squeezed his legs together and stood on his tiptoes several times.

"My Lord, I suddenly have an urgent need to relieve myself! It's very urgent! I can't hold it in any longer!"

"Please allow me to go to the restroom first. I'll come back to hear you recount the Marshal's grand undertaking!"

Qi Ye watched her perform as if she was about to pee in the archives if she wasn't allowed to leave.

I knew perfectly well that she didn't really need to go to the bathroom.

The girl was clearly frightened by his marshal-like speech and wanted to find an excuse to run away.

But it doesn't matter, he's already had enough fun today, so letting her out for a breather isn't a bad idea.

He waved his hand dismissively:

"Go quickly and return quickly. I will be waiting for you here."

Remember, you are my most trusted general; don't even think about running away.

"Your subordinate will absolutely not run away! Your subordinate is utterly loyal to the Grand Diviner!"

Qingque retreated towards the door while shouting slogans of loyalty.

She almost tripped over the file shelf, staggered several steps before regaining her balance, then turned and disappeared into the end of the corridor.

Qingque walked briskly down the corridor, her expression calm, and she even nodded politely to her colleagues.

She walked from the archives to the restroom, pushed open the door, closed it behind her, and locked it with a click.

Then he went into the cubicle, closed the door, and locked it, all in one smooth motion.

He took off his panties, sat down, and the whole sequence of movements was so smooth and natural that it looked like he was just going to the toilet.

Then she pulled out her phone as fast as she could and her fingers flew across the screen.

She found the General's Mansion's emergency contact number in the encrypted communication channel of the Tabushi and began composing a message:

"General Jingyuan, I am Qingque, the Grand Diviner."

In this emergency, I suspect that the Grand Diviner has been impersonated.

Lord Fu Xuan's behavior today is extremely unusual.

Not only did he suddenly approach me and speak, but he also tried to motivate me with completely illogical talk about the grand cause of becoming a marshal.

The true Grand Diviner did indeed have designs on the position of general.

But he would never say something like, "A general who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good general."

Moreover, she doesn't just make empty promises.

I deliberately barked several times to test the other person's reaction.

Instead of questioning me, the other party praised me as a promising young man.

This is not the Grand Diviner.

The diviner wouldn't praise me for being teachable; she would only punish me by making me copy the table of contents.

"I request the General's Mansion to immediately investigate the Grand Diviner's..."

Her finger hovered over the send button, about to press it.

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against her back, and a small hand reached out from behind her shoulder.

He pressed down on her wrist, which was holding the phone.

A voice so familiar it sent chills down her spine drifted close to her ear.

"Little Sparrow, what are you doing? Why are you sending messages? Did I do something wrong?"

Qingque froze.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and the phone slipped from her fingers.

The screen fell face up to the ground, and the message that hadn't been sent yet flashed on the screen.

She didn't have time to think about why the diviner would suddenly appear in this locked toilet stall.

She locked the door herself, and the space wasn't very big.

She made a point of checking when she came in, and there was no one else here except her.

But now, the person pressed against her back, the hand on her wrist.

The voice that rang in her ears was so real it couldn't be more real.

"Mr., Mrs., Mrs. Bu..."

Her voice was trembling violently.

"How come...the door is locked...I clearly saw it..."

She couldn't continue.

Qi Ye rested her chin on Qing Que's shoulder.

Fu Xuan revealed a pleased smile on his aloof and noble face.

It looked particularly eerie under the lights in the toilet stalls.

"Go on, little sparrow."

"Didn't you want to send a message? Would you like me to press send for you?"