I rely on gossip to save the country

Hearing Hongye say this, Xie Yunshen instantly smiled. He thought this guy was praising his sister. "That's right. You don't even look at whose sister she is. But I advise you to tell me. That girl is asking you now. If she doesn't want to ask, she can just send someone to check or ask that so-and-so. The moment she knows your identity, you two can get out of here smoothly."

Hongye still tried to struggle: "Is there no other choice? How about I make up another identity?"

Xie Yunshen looked at the young man beside him as if he were a fool. His imperial sister had asked about his identity, so she must have known his identity, or had doubts about his identity. But he still wanted to hide it. He could not blame anyone for his own death.

At the same time, in a restaurant in Beiqi Kingdom, Xie Yunqing and Chu Jinghong were playing chess. Xie Yunqing held the white pieces and Chu Jinghong held the black pieces, and the two were fighting on the chessboard.

An hour later, the two looked at the chessboard that had ended in a draw with dissatisfaction on their faces.

Xie Yunqing frowned as he looked at the chessboard: "No, how come we are tied again?"

Chu Jinghong was very calm. He shrugged and began to collect his black pieces. "I can't help it. This only proves that we are evenly matched. But don't be too confident. I am not in a good mood today. Otherwise, how could I tie with you?"

Xie Yunqing also started to pick up his white pieces: "Humph, you've lost to me several times before. We're in this together. Don't act like you're so great."

Chu Jinghong, who was known for his sharp tongue, was not in the mood to argue with Xie Yunqing today. He instantly became as deflated as a ball.

He looked at Xie Yunqing, and after a long while he sighed deeply, and said, "I have to say that this Wuming Pavilion is really too annoying. My subordinates have suffered a lot at the hands of this group of people, but there is nothing we can do about them. I am really overwhelmed now."

"Hahahahahaha." Xie Yunqing laughed out loud without caring about his image. It turned out that this kid had also become an unlucky child who was bullied by his own royal sister.

Chu Jinghong's face darkened, and the chess piece in his hand flew towards Xie Yunqing's face.

This guy was definitely laughing at him, "Is it funny? Very funny? Be careful one day they will get involved with your Tianji Pavilion."

Xie Yunqing calmly caught the black chess piece that was coming towards him, then patted Chu Jinghong on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and then said with a smile: "You are the boss of the black market, the entire black market belongs to you, why are you afraid of a small Wuming Pavilion?"

Chu Jinghong, a usually gentle and polite boy, was now furious, confirming that his good friend was mocking him.

He has been active in the black market for more than 20 years, but he is helpless against a force that has only risen for two years. It's not his fault. The Wuming Pavilion does not play by the rules, and even has strange ways of thinking that make it hard to guard against.

"Xie Yunqing, I think you deserve to be punished. How about going out for a sparring match?"

Xie Yunqing saw someone's face turn black, and his gloating became more obvious, but after laughing, he regained his serious expression and slowly said, "Life is so beautiful, you can't be so irritable, just listen to me and I will tell you slowly."

Chu Jinghong: ...Irritable? How could he not be irritable?

Xie Yunqing adjusted his emotions, looked at his friend who was on the verge of going berserk, and advised him earnestly: "In fact, you can give it a try and try to make friends with Wuming Pavilion. As long as you make friends with Wuming Pavilion, they will not attack you."

Chu Jinghong: ………He seriously suspected that Xie Yunqing was fooling him.

"Xie Yunqing, when did you become so cowardly? It's just a Wuming Pavilion. Can't we just join forces to eliminate it? Why are you so determined to help Wuming Pavilion? Wait, wait, Xie Yunqing, don't tell me that Wuming Pavilion is another force of yours!"

Chu Jinghong's voice broke by the end, and there was a sharpness in his voice.

Xie Yunqing raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his lips: "You think too much, Tianji Pavilion is already enough of a headache for me, and if Wuming Pavilion comes along, I might as well just die.

But, Jinghong, haven't you heard of it? There's a saying that goes, if you can't beat them, just join them."

He chuckled after he finished speaking.

Chu Jinghong: …………

Ha ha!

Hehe... If you can't beat them, just join them. What a good idea: if you can't beat them, just join them.

Afterwards, Chu Jinghong chuckled twice, his voice cold and chilling, "Humph, a mere Wuming Pavilion, I don't even take it seriously, I will destroy it when I return."

Xie Yunqing was silent for a moment, pushed the brewed tea in front of someone, and spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "Do you know who is the head of this Wuming Pavilion? It's my sister Xie Chuyue."

"I don't care who the head of Wuming Pavilion is. I will still collect... ... things..." Chu Jinghong finally realized what Xie Yunqing said. He supported himself on the table with one hand, and half of his body was lying on the table. "What did you say? Who? Her Royal Highness the Princess???"

Chu Jinghong looked at Xie Yunqing in disbelief, his mouth twitching as he said, "Are you sure it's my eldest princess?"

He could never have imagined that the head of the Wuming Pavilion who was giving him so much headaches was actually his own eldest princess.

Xie Yunqing nodded calmly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Let me correct you, it's not yours, it's mine."

Chu Jinghong suddenly felt powerless. He couldn't afford to offend that little ancestor.

"What should we do now?" Chu Jinghong asked with a sad face, "Is the only way to surrender? Make friends?"

Xie Yunqing put down his teacup and said thoughtfully, "Anyway, my Tianji Pavilion has become friends with Wuming Pavilion. As for your black market, you can do whatever you want."

Xie Yunqing just mentioned it briefly, he didn't want to get involved too much.

Chu Jinghong also fell into his own thoughts.

In a desolate old house in Jiangcheng, Xie Chuyue looked at the old people, children, women, and those skinny men in front of her, and her eyes became red.

Some of these old, weak, women and children were missing arms and legs. The children and men were so thin that their bones were just skin and bones. Xie Chuyue still couldn't believe that these people drank their own blood and ate their own flesh in order to survive.

The flood had happened for more than half a year. How had they managed to survive for more than half a year? Xie Chuyue couldn't imagine it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

To survive.

Just to survive.

Xie Chuyue had never seen that human life could be so miserable.

Mu Jin stood behind Xie Chuyue. He had seen this scene countless times, but every time it shocked him deeply.

These women and old people with missing limbs only wanted to feed the men so that they could hope to be taken out.