Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

As night fell, the streets were deserted. A discreetly luxurious carriage appeared at one end of the street and slowly drove towards the other.

The sound of the wheels waking up the old beggar in the haystack on the street corner.

He squinted and saw the carriage slow down and stop in front of Lin Xiaoqian's shop.

The coachman bent down slightly, took a stirrup from the carriage and placed it on the ground, and a person wearing a black hooded cloak stepped down from the carriage.

The old beggar frowned slightly. Who would come looking for Lin Xiaoqian and Jiang Shuang in the middle of the night?

The old beggar scrutinized the man's back with a probing look. The man seemed to notice something, slightly turning his head, but made no move, instead examining the decorations on the shop's door with great interest.

The coachman walked to the door and knocked gently.

Jiang Shuang and Lin Xiaoqian knew that important guests would be coming tonight, so they waited downstairs and even tidied up the shop a bit.

Just then, they heard a knock on the door. They glanced at the security camera outside and saw two people standing at the door.

Clearly, the distinguished-looking man in the cloak standing at the back was the real guest tonight.

Lin Xiaoqian pointed to the person wearing a cloak: "Is this the emperor of this world? He's keeping a low profile."

She had assumed the emperor would arrive with a grand procession, surrounded by a large entourage.

Xiao Qi, standing outside the door, seemed to sense someone watching him. He looked around warily, but there was no one else besides the old beggar lying on the street corner.

Just then, Jiang Shuang opened the door with a polite smile on her face: "Is this His Majesty the Emperor? Welcome, please come in."

The coachman exclaimed, "How dare you! You haven't even knelt down to pay your respects to His Majesty!"

Jiang Shuang gave the coachman a cold look, and the coachman trembled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Qi already knew who Jiang Shuang and Lin Xiaoqian were based on Su Hezhou's description, and he recognized Jiang Shuang at first glance.

Seeing that Jiang Shuang was indeed as unusual as he had heard, he raised his hand to stop the coachman: "Never mind, you wait for me outside."

Then I stepped into the store.

Jiang Shuang didn't even glance at the coachman before closing the door. A gust of wind blew against the coachman, making his back feel icy cold.

Lin Xiaoqian greeted Xiao Qi: "Your Majesty, hello, hello, please have a seat."

Xiao Qi sat down under Lin Xiaoqian's guidance, but his eyes kept taking in the layout of the store.

As an emperor, I have seen many luxurious and magnificent palaces and rare treasures. The simple layout of this small shop has a unique and novel feel to it.

His gaze fell on the strange decorative items in the corner, and he frowned slightly; he didn't recognize any of them.

The room was as bright as day, yet not a single candle could be seen.

The light came from the ceiling, but he didn't know why it was glowing, even brighter than his luminous pearl.

Lin Xiaoqian brought over the tea and said with a smile, "Our shop is simple, just some coarse tea, please enjoy."

Xiao Qi waved his hand: "No need, I'm here to exchange for the treasure you mentioned."

Jiang Shuang asked, "Then, did you bring what we wanted?"

Xiao Qi glanced at her, then took out a small booklet with a gold-embossed cover from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Jiang Shuang and Lin Xiaoqian exchanged a glance, then turned and went upstairs to get the pineapple and bullets.

Only Xiao Qi and Lin Xiaoqian remained in the shop. Xiao Qi, seeing that Lin Xiaoqian looked rather naive, tentatively asked, "What do you two ladies need so many martial arts manuals for?"

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at him, her tone more reassuring: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, we are merely collecting these items and will absolutely not cause any impact on your dynasty, or even on the world."

These words, of course, could not dispel Xiao Qi's doubts.

He continued, "I've never heard of any sect producing such a powerful weapon. May I ask which sect you two ladies studied under?"

Lin Xiaoqian politely replied, "Neither of us are disciples of any martial arts sect." Then he remained silent.

Xiao Qi frowned slightly. It had been many years since he had encountered someone so clueless about his feelings.

He felt a surge of anger.

Su Hezhou once told him that although Lin Xiaoqian called Jiang Shuang "sister", it seemed that Lin Xiaoqian always took precedence over Jiang Shuang in everything.

With Jiang Shuang, who is skilled with a gun, not around right now, if this woman named Lin Xiaoqian is controlled, Jiang Shuang might obediently hand over the items, and he might even be able to take back all the secret manuals he gave them before.

With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a burst of internal energy from his palm towards Lin Xiaoqian.

The next second, nothing happened, and Lin Xiaoqian was sitting perfectly fine opposite him.

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Xiao Qi with a bewildered expression as he stretched out his arm towards her, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing the surprise in Xiao Qi's eyes, Lin Xiaoqian suddenly said knowingly, "Oh, I know."

Xiao Qi panicked. Not only had he not caused any real harm to Lin Xiaoqian, but if she discovered his intentions, it would be troublesome. Who knew what these two somewhat wicked women would use against him?

Then Lin Xiaoqian said, "You must be sitting for too long while reviewing memorials, your arms must be sore. Wait a minute."

Lin Xiaoqian got up and ran behind the cashier, using the table as cover, and took out a box of plasters from the storeroom.

She even thoughtfully tore open the packaging, took out a piece, and handed it to Xiao Qi, saying with great enthusiasm, "This is a special plaster from our area. It's very easy to use. Just tear off this piece of paper and stick it directly on your arm. I guarantee your arm will feel comfortable very quickly after you put it on. Take it home and try it."

Xiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but felt more embarrassed and fearful.

Why is my internal energy having no effect on this woman?

He had clearly used only 10% of his power, and this woman, who had no internal energy, should have been seriously injured and fainted on the ground.

Why didn't anything happen?

At this moment, Jiang Shuang came down carrying a wooden box.

Xiao Qi concealed the strange look on his face, took the ointment from Lin Xiaoqian's hand, and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Jiang Shuang placed the box on the table, opened the lid, and revealed the dark, cold weapons inside.

"There are two hundred bullets in the magazine, and the extra thousand bullets are in the cardboard box next to the gun," Jiang Shuang said.

Xiao Qi bent down to examine it carefully, then asked Jiang Shuang some questions about its use, before pushing the divine-level manual forward.

This divine manual was personally copied by Xiao Qi.

As soon as Lin Xiaoqian opened it, he saw the powerful and elegant handwriting, the kind of writing only an ambitious emperor could produce.

Seeing Lin Xiaoqian looking at him so intently, Xiao Qi teased him as if he were hiding something, "What? Afraid that I'll give you a fake? Don't worry, I'm the emperor, my word is law."

Lin Xiaoqian closed the booklet and said with a smile, "His Majesty the Emperor's words are law, so we naturally trust them."

Xiao Qi nodded, called the coachman in, and had him carry the box containing the guns onto the carriage.