I write novels in Liyue

early morning.

The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.

Smoke curls from chimneys in Liyue Harbor as early risers hurry to work with their breakfasts.

The young man, who was rushing to leave the breakfast shop after buying breakfast, bumped into a girl as soon as he stepped outside.

Then they discovered that they had bumped into each other before, so they were old rivals.

However, last time they took steamed buns, this time they took glutinous rice balls and milk...

They splashed each other with water.

The atmosphere was not harmonious.

It was a little awkward.

The dog, who had been waiting for nature's bounty, also fell silent, a hint of sorrow flashing in its eyes.

These days, people's hearts have changed...

This scene also caught Fang Qiu's eye.

"As expected, animation is all lies."

Fang Qiu sighed, then took the manuscript and went into a noodle shop next door, where he ordered a bowl of vegetarian noodles.

No sooner had they sat down than Hai Ting's secretary finished eating and hurriedly got up and left.

Seeing this, Fang Qiu couldn't help but sigh once again at the hard work of the civil servants in Liyue.

After all, Shen He had been working for two more days without going home...

After Fang Qiu sighed, he listened to the conversation of the people around him.

She really liked this down-to-earth atmosphere.

So, every time she ate breakfast, she would listen to the gossip of the locals.

Have you heard?

"What did you hear?"

"I heard that another limited edition of 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 3' signed by Fang Qiu appeared in Liyue yesterday. It is said to be the first book that Fang Qiu has ever signed."

"Hey, I thought it was something serious. What's so interesting about an old man signing a book?"

"Didn't everyone who came back from the Rongcai Festival in Inazuma say that Fang Qiu is actually a great beauty with white hair?"

Do you believe it?

"I do not believe."

"This is probably just a rumor spread by those resellers who sell the limited edition of the Autumn Collection. They say a beauty is a beauty? I'd say that white-haired girl over there is Fang Qiu."

"That's true. After all, a single autographed copy of Fang Qiu's collectible book is now being sold for 20,000 Mora, and there's no market for it. Is that reasonable?"

"Alas, the world is so corrupt, people's hearts have changed. I miss the Emperor."

Fang Qiu, who was initially shocked to be mistaken for someone else and picked up her water glass to drink some tea to calm her nerves, choked on her tea after hearing that one of her books had been sold for 20,000 Mora.

Oh my god...

A book costs 20,000 Mora?

That's too cruel!

Is it too late to sign my name and sell it now?

But the first one?

Fang Qiu frowned slightly.

The first book, she thought, was signed by that green-hatted bard, right?

Could it be that he's come to Liyue too?

Fang Qiu thought to herself, while they continued talking.

"By the way, who has that limited edition autographed copy of 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 3'?"

"It was originally in the hands of a burly man with red horns on his head, dressed strangely, and who liked to laugh loudly, like a monster."

Fang Qiu was somewhat puzzled after hearing this.

A burly man with red horns, strange clothes, and a penchant for loud laughter, resembling a monster...

This seems quite different from the image of the green-hatted bard I had in mind...

This image...

It's somewhat like someone who was frying fish on the beach and then got taken away by the magistrate for "tea"...

However, he shouldn't have attended his own autograph session, right?

Not to mention the first one.

Not only was Fang Qiu puzzled, but another person was also puzzled.

"What do you mean by 'originally in that person's hands'? Who has that book now?"

"Yesterday, that burly man played chess with Mr. Zhongli of the Rebirth Hall and lost the book to Mr. Zhongli."

"Are you playing for such a high stakes? Twenty thousand Mora gone in one go."

"More than that. If it really is Fang Qiu's first signed copy, it could probably sell for 30,000 or even more. But that burly man is a real man. He was willing to accept his bet and gave it to Mr. Zhongli without any hesitation. He even said that he would let Mr. Zhongli follow him in the future and that he would let him join some kind of gang."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qiu couldn't help but rub his forehead.

It must be the person I guessed...

While listening to the two gossip, Fang Qiu slurped up his vegetarian noodles. After finishing the noodles, Fang Qiu didn't rush to the publishing house. Instead, he went to the dumpling milk shop and bought a cup of fruit-flavored dumpling milk.

Inside the dumpling milk shop, Fang Qiu overheard two girls discussing their boyfriends.

"I don't know what Ah Qiang was thinking. He didn't cry when watching 'Your Lie in April,' he didn't cry when watching 'Eternal,' and he didn't cry when watching 'Chinese Paladin,' but he cried like a child when watching 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' and he drank for three days straight."

"My husband was the same way. He cried so hard when Zhuge Liang died... But Ah Zhen, when you don't understand someone, it's best to try to understand them."

"Well, I see."

When Fang Qiu leisurely arrived at Liyue Publishing House, it was already morning.

The brilliant sunlight poured down on the land of Liyue. Bathed in the sunlight, Fang Qiu sighed, thinking that it was time to ask Miss Keqing about going shopping for summer clothes.

You promised to come find me once you were done with your work, but look what happened, you're still not done...

The civil servants of Liyue are terrifyingly powerful.

The editorial office was bustling with activity.

As soon as Fang Qiu entered the room with the dumpling in his hand, he saw the female editor covering her forehead and arguing with an author.

“Look at the part you wrote where the protagonist listens to others talking behind a screen. Don’t you think there’s anything wrong with it?”

"What's the problem?"

The author looked puzzled.

The female editor suppressed her urge to lose her temper and read the original text aloud.

"I never expected that the leader of the Tianjian Sect would be so young yet so powerful. Even the sect leader Liu was no match for her."

"Yes, in my opinion, even if the few of us join forces, it will be difficult to defeat her."

Li Qiusheng overheard their conversation from behind the screen and was startled.

She is the female character.

The leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect is actually a young woman?

"Come on, tell me, how did your protagonist figure out by ear that the two people who wanted to hear were talking about the character 'her' with the 'woman' radical?"

The female editor was furious and trembling with rage.

Fang Qiu smiled and walked towards Bai Qing's desk.

When Fang Qiu arrived at Bai Qing's desk, she was about to greet her when she discovered a familiar female editor chatting with Bai Qing and complaining about how her author was taking all sorts of time off to update.

There are stories of people whose completed manuscripts were eaten by their own dogs.

I went back to my hometown to gather material, but when I finished writing it, I forgot to bring the original manuscript back with me.

Some people said that their original manuscripts were stolen by pirates who sent a group of thieves. However, when she was about to report the case, the author panicked and confessed that she and other authors under her had been playing the game of "Zhu Lu" for more than ten days in a row. She had only written a dozen or so words in the manuscript. Every night before going to sleep, she would think that she would definitely play "Zhu Lu" at the teahouse the next day.

Those authors who made excuses before were all accomplices.

"Fang Qiu is truly heinous! Eighty percent of the authors under my management haven't touched a single word because of her 'Zhu Lu' series. I reckon I'll be starving this month."

The female editor, with a long face, whispered resentfully to Bai Qing, "I really want to bully her badly! To do those kinds of things to her!"

"Ahem, senior, let's not talk about this anymore, let's change the subject."

“No, I’m going to say that there are no men here, so what’s there to be afraid of? I’m going to tie her up and then drip candle wax on her.”

"Ahem, um... senior, please don't say anymore."

"Huh? Ah Qing, why do you look so strange?"

Seeing Bai Qing's strange expression, the female editor was stunned. Realizing something, she turned around and saw Fang Qiu standing behind her.

"Uh……"

The female editor was stunned. After a long pause, a faint smile finally appeared on her flushed face as she said, "Well, Fang Qiu... good morning."

"Morning."

Fang Qiu's face also turned bright red, and she subconsciously took a half step back.

Are you here to submit your manuscript?

The female editor was so embarrassed she was almost crying, her whole body was trembling, but she still forced herself to stay calm and said to Fang Qiu.

"Yes."

Fang Qiu nodded awkwardly.

"Well, I won't bother you any longer, you two continue your conversation."