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

But in his current state, it's indeed inconvenient for him to go out and handle affairs as a general.

"so……"

She changed the subject and looked at Fu Xuan.

"Fu Qing, could you help me register a name at the Imperial Apostles' Office? I'd like to go on the train and see what's going on."

"You just want to go out and have fun, don't you?"

"Military affairs, this is military affairs."

This general needs to personally assess the actual combat capabilities and sincerity of the Star Train in cooperation.

This is a very serious military operation.

Jingyuan answered in a very serious manner.

Fu Xuan looked at her face, which was serious but looked like she was being coquettish in this outfit.

In the end, they compromised.

Anyway, with Jing Yuan's strength, there shouldn't be any major problems with him following the train.

Besides, her older brother was also there. Thinking of this, her heart stirred slightly.

Jing Yuan probably won't notice anything amiss, right?

However, as long as the older brother doesn't bring it up himself...

Jingyuan probably wouldn't associate that "pleasure believer impersonating the diviner" with an ordinary member of the train.

Chapter 95 Three's Company

……

March 7th walked angrily down the corridor. The flush on her face had faded for a while, but she became angrier the more she thought about it.

She was resting in her room when she was suddenly summoned by a golden light and forced to block a palm strike.

The feeling of that guy's hand pressing against my chest is still lingering on my skin; I can't shake it off.

She decided to seek revenge on Sumiyo.

After searching around, they couldn't find anyone; even Xing wasn't in the living room.

She stood at the top of the stairs for a moment and decided to knock on Qiye's door first, just in case he had simply gone back to his room.

She turned the corner of the corridor, passed Xing's room, and decided to check on Xing first. She was about to look up and knock on the door.

Suddenly, a series of intermittent sounds came from inside.

Her ears immediately perked up. She tiptoed to the door, pressed herself against the door panel, and listened intently.

"...Be gentle...it's going to break..."

"...It's already very gentle...If you move around any more, I'll...Do you want me to use my mouth?"

"...You...you shouldn't be idle either...come and serve me..."

On March 7th, leaning against the door, his entire face was flushed from the base of his neck all the way to his forehead.

He bounced back half a step.

These conversations, these tones—they immediately brought to mind what she had done in Qiye's room earlier.

Is Xing doing what she did before?

She shook her head violently, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

This must be like what's written in the storybooks, deliberately making that sound to mislead others.

Actually, they weren't doing that kind of thing at all.

Yes, that must be it.

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that her reasoning was absolutely correct.

She nodded vigorously, as if trying to convince herself:

Yes! That must be it!

I pushed the door open and went in. They were definitely putting on face masks or getting cupping done inside! It was definitely not anything indescribable!

Then he took a deep breath, pushed open the door with all his might, and wore a righteous smile on his face.

"Hahaha! I caught you! Were you inside...?"

Then she saw it.

Xing was sitting on the edge of the bed, while Qi Ye was half-lying on the bed.

Xing's one hand was on Qi Ye's waist, and her other hand was...

Xing even leaned forward, as if she was about to do something.

If it weren't for March 7th suddenly opening the door, I'm afraid...

March 7th blushed and covered her face:

"You...you...how...how could you do this...!"

Xing looked up and saw March 7th at the door, her eyes lighting up.

She released Qiye, stood up, opened her arms and walked towards March 7th, speaking with joy:

"My Empress has arrived! Come, come! Quickly, serve me along with the Imperial Concubine!"

She reached out and grabbed March 7th's wrist, pulling her towards the bed without saying a word.

"I'm in a great mood today, so I've decided to choose both of you! Three..."

On March 7th, she pulled him forward a few steps, causing him to stumble and completely lose his mind.

No way, no way, could it really be going to develop like this?

Is this really necessary?

She wasn't ready, and isn't it a bit much to suddenly have a threesome?

This was her first time.

And right now, it's not about her first time.

She shouldn't have been in this kind of scene at all.

What is a Consort? What is an Empress? And why do Xing's hands smell like massage oil?

Her mind was undergoing an unprecedented storm; her mouth was open, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Ren Xing pulled her toward the bedside, and she was about to be dragged to the edge of the bed.

Just as she was about to touch the edge of the bed, she caught a glimpse of Qi Ye suddenly moving.

He took advantage of the fact that Xing had all her attention focused on March 7th.

He quietly reached out and touched the baseball bat that Xing had placed on the bedside table.

Then he sat up straight, flicked his wrist, and the baseball bat drew a clean arc in the air.

thump.

A muffled thud.

Xing's smile was still on her face when her body fell straight forward like a felled log.

Qi Ye quickly reached out and placed his other hand on her shoulder.

This allowed her to fall onto the mattress, avoiding the risk of landing face-first.

"As expected of Xing, he is indeed a tyrant."

He placed the star carefully, and then, as if he had seen through the illusions of the world, he drew a conclusion.

"Only a foolish ruler calls himself a wise ruler, and only a foolish ruler would summon his ministers into the harem on the first day of his reign."

March 7th stood still, still in the position of being pulled forward by the stars.

Looking down at Xing, who had lost consciousness on the bed, then looking up at Qiye:

"...You...you knocked her unconscious?"

Qi Ye put the baseball bat back on the bedside table, dusted off her hands, and explained:

"I just tested a new light cone on Xing, and the negative effect is that he thinks he's the emperor."

Look at her just now, she was referring to herself as "I, the Emperor," and she even treated everyone on the train like her own harem.

I originally intended to wait for the side effects to subside, but she just kept getting more and more outrageous.

Before I could even react, she was already on her.

March 7th looked at him, her mind still processing all the information that had happened in those few dozen seconds.

Strange noises, the scene seen upon opening the door, Xing claiming to be a queen, almost being dragged into a threesome...

And then, Qiye knocked Xing unconscious with a single blow.

She opened her mouth: "...So you were resisting just now?"

"Otherwise what? You think I'm enjoying myself?"

On March 7th, I felt my brain slowly rebooting from the overload I had just experienced.

"...Then why didn't you stop her when she pulled me over?"

“I can’t reach the bat.” Qi Ye pointed to the bedside table. “The bat is over there, and she’s blocking my way.”

"Couldn't you just push her away?"

"She is protecting her destiny and has just bought the Guardian Light Cone."

What if she shouts for protection and summons Uncle Yang?

What do you think he would think if he saw Uncle Yang witness this scene?

On March 7th, he opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't find a way to refute her.

She looked down at Xing, who was still unconscious on the bed, then looked up at Qi Ye:

When will she wake up?

"The side effects should be over soon."

Qi Ye said.

"The Emperor's Experience Card usually lasts for ten minutes or so."

If she started counting from when she began her street patrol, almost twenty minutes have passed now.

"So she'll be back to normal after she wakes up?"

"Theoretically, yes."

March 7th nodded, then she took a deep breath.

I suppressed the heat on my face and pretended that I had never experienced those wild thoughts:

"Then I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Qi Ye spoke in a tone of relief, as if she had just survived a catastrophe:

Thanks.

"If you hadn't come in just now, I might really have been forced to do some outrageous things by His Majesty."

March 7th took two steps toward the door, then stopped.

She didn't turn around, but suddenly spoke:

"By the way, shouldn't you give me an explanation for that slap you just delivered?"

Qi Ye's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again:

"...Which palm strike are you referring to?"

"What do you say?"