I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

The group continued bickering as they followed Jingyuan and Jingliu.

Qi Ye walked at the very back, looking at the two white-haired figures, one tall and one short, in front of her.

Jingyuan was talking to Jingliu with his head down when Jingliu looked up and said something, which made Jingyuan chuckle.

He put his hands behind his head and let out a satisfied sigh.

Today's results were good; we sold another light cone, collected 500,000 in loans, and Xing is also receiving interest payments.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated several times in his pocket. He took it out and looked at it.

Walter's mass message was prominently displayed on the screen:

Tabuan sent word that Kafka's interrogation is ready and that someone has been arranged to meet us; we should assemble immediately.

"Uncle Yang's message: Kafka's interrogation is over, and Tabu has arranged for someone to meet us. We need to assemble there."

He put his phone back in his pocket and resumed his usual serious demeanor.

He heard this on March 7th.

She glanced instinctively at Jingyuan, who was holding the pancakes Jingliu had bought for her, and asked in a low voice:

"Isn't Miss Yuanjing a member of the Taibu Si?"

Why was it Uncle Yang who informed you that the interrogation was ready, and not her?

Isn't she herself an advisor to the Apostolic Secretariat?

Jing Yuanzheng broke a freshly baked sesame seed cake in half, handed one half to Jingliu, and took a bite of the other half himself.

Upon hearing March 7th's question, she paused for a moment, then naturally swallowed the sesame seed cake and casually explained:

"The Taipusi (official oracle) is short-staffed, and interrogating a major criminal like Kafka requires the cooperation of multiple diviners."

Perhaps Fu Taibu sent new recruits to gain experience, which freed up manpower.

It's normal that I wasn't there; don't worry about it.

"I see!"

March 7th nodded in sudden realization, clearly convinced by this explanation.

Qi Ye leaned over from the side, held up a finger, and interjected with an air of "I know what I'm talking about".

"Little March, you don't understand officialdom."

This is the advantage of having connections; people with connections never have to do the work themselves and can simply enjoy life.

Those tedious and exhausting jobs are reserved for people without connections.

Who is Miss Yuanjing? She comes from a general's family.

The background was thicker than city walls, so all you needed to do was eat baked flatbread on Chang Le Street.

March 7th was stunned and subconsciously looked at Jing Yuan for confirmation.

Jingyuan held Jingliu and felt helpless looking at Qiye's nonsense, but she didn't refute it too much.

After all, every little bit more time I can spend with Xiao Liuliu is a good thing. As for the Taibu Si (Imperial Statutes), let Fu Qing take care of things a bit more.

She looked down at little Jingliu, who was holding a baked pancake in her arms and munching on it with her cheeks bulging.

He reached out and patted the sesame seeds that had fallen onto her collar; he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

Even the way this child eats the pancake bears a striking resemblance to his master.

Chapter 120 Encountering Qingque Again

“Master, I need to go to the Taibu Si to meet up with Uncle Yang.”

Are you going to stay on Changle Street and continue shopping, or come with me?

When Qi Ye saw Jing Yuan put Jing Liu on the ground, she squatted down and looked at Jing Liu at eye level.

He thought Jingliu would hesitate, after all, his master had always been independent and didn't like being treated like a child.

But Jingliu just lowered her head and remained silent for a while, her little hands clutching his clothes tightly.

She thought to herself that, logically speaking, she had come to Luofu with a plan and shouldn't have gone with him.

But now she has the mind of a child, and after being separated for so long, she can't bear to part again.

She looked up at Qiye, trying to make her tone sound like a well-considered decision:

"I'll go with you. I don't have anything else to do anyway."

"Let's go together!"

Before Qiye could answer, a voice came from the side.

Jingyuan had bent down again at some point and picked up Jingliu from Qiye and carried him back.

"I was just about to go to the Imperial Apostles to see how the interrogation preparations were going, so I thought I'd accompany Xiao Liuliu along the way."

"Little Liu Liu, you haven't finished that pancake yet. Let me hold it for you, I'll give it to you later."

March 7th muttered quietly to himself:

"I have a feeling that Miss Yuanjing and Qiye are fighting over a master."

Xing pushed up his sunglasses and gave a business analysis:

Competition is an inevitable result of a market economy.

However, Miss Yuanjing clearly has the upper hand right now because she has the baked flatbread.

……

The group walked through several main streets and arrived at the agreed square.

Walter was already waiting there. When he saw the group approaching, he first habitually pushed up his glasses.

Then, his gaze naturally fell on the two extra people in the group.

One is Yuan Jing, a white-haired girl holding a white-haired little girl, and the other is the white-haired little girl herself.

"Miss Yuanjing, you've come too. And who is this little boy?"

"Uncle Yang, this is my master, not a child."

Qi Ye corrected him solemnly, becoming unusually serious.

"Her background is a bit complicated, but in short, she is my master."

Walter looked at the white-haired little girl in front of him who looked only seven or eight years old.

She glanced again at Qiye's face, which seemed to say, "I'm very serious."

He recalled what Suya had done in the past and quickly accepted reality.

He turned his gaze back to the little girl in front of him, but this time his expression was serious:

"Hello, sir."

Jingliu had already mentally prepared himself to be treated like a child by yet another person.

To her surprise, the middle-aged man wearing glasses actually greeted her in a tone befitting an equal.

She paused for a moment, then immediately broke free from Jing Yuan's embrace and returned the greeting in a manner completely unlike that of a seven or eight-year-old child:

"Hello, sir. My apprentice is unruly and has caused you a lot of trouble."

Walter smiled slightly, showing no disrespect whatsoever for the child before him:

"Not at all. Although your disciple may act impulsively at times, he is never ambiguous in crucial moments and is a reliable companion."

Upon hearing this, Jingliu's eyes welled up with tears.

This was the first time anyone had ever spoken to her about her disciple in this tone, after she had become like this.

They truly respected her as Qiye's master.

She nodded, trying her best to appear like a mentor, but the curve of her lips couldn't hide her pride.

"Of course, the apprentices I teach are reliable."

Qi Ye listened from the side, thinking to himself that Uncle Yang was indeed Uncle Yang, and that a single sentence from him had moved his master to such a state.

Finally, March 7th couldn't resist peeking out from the side and interrupting this mutual flattery:

"Uncle Yang, you just said that someone was handing over the Kafka matter. Where is that person?"

Didn't they tell us to come and assemble here?

Walter then snapped out of his daze and took out his phone from his pocket to check the message:

"The person who was handing over the work had something come up and asked me to go to this address to find him."

They said the tea there is good, and you can chat while you drink.

He showed his phone screen to everyone.

On March 7th, I went over to take a look and found that the place looked exactly like a card room.

She subconsciously turned to look at Jing Yuan, asking her with a questioning gaze if she knew this place.

Jing Yuan leaned over and took a look:

“I do know this place. It’s not a teahouse, it’s a card game parlor.”

The environment is acceptable, and the owner is a nice person.

"They arranged to meet us at the card room to hand over official business. Isn't there something wrong with the person making the handover?"

March 7th Rant.

Walter put away his phone and said calmly:

"Alright, since Miss Yuanjing knows us, please lead the way."

"Finish the handover as soon as possible, and get back to Kafka as soon as possible."

Jingyuan nodded and then picked up Jingliu again.

Xing, watching this scene from the side, said something to Qiye.

"Your master is about to be taken away!"

Qi Ye rolled her eyes and ignored her.

He's more concerned about something else now.

Setting the meeting place at the card room, this plot seems to be about that guy Qingque.

I wonder if Qingque gave Fu Xuan his underwear today, since he was still able to come out and take on business and play cards normally.

If Fu Xuan finds out, this girl will probably have to sweep the streets.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and quicken his pace.

Meanwhile, inside the card room.

Qingque deftly arranged the cards in her hand.

He poured out his grievances to his card-playing friends, filled with a despair that made him feel like he had no will to live:

"Brothers, I'm really done for this time."

As you all know, I recently offended the Grand Diviner, and I'll probably be making things difficult for him for the rest of my life.

And just now, they gave me a big task: to receive people from some kind of Star Train.

That sounds like a tough job!

"I probably won't have many more opportunities to play cards in the future. This is likely the last free hand of my professional career."

Old Zhang, her card-playing buddy next to her, was about to say a few words of comfort, but before he could speak...

Then I saw Qingque suddenly jump up from her chair and slam the cards in her hand onto the table.

He shouted with great excitement:

"I won! A pure suit of pairs! Pay up, pay up, pay up! Old Zhang, don't just stand there, you owe me three rounds!"

Old Li, you're the same, you haven't settled the score from the last game yet!