PFC Chapter 179 She is my wife
Chapter 179 She is my wife
"..."
Gong Yuhe fell silent.
Shen Qiaowen was all smiles; look, she just acquiesced.
"Done!"
Yun Fuzhao picked up the handkerchief, "Senior, look quickly!"
Shen Qiaowen quickly went over and said, "Let me see, this rat is really good at showing off, it's infuriating to watch."
Yun Fuzhao blinked. "I'm showing off a cat."
"..."
Gong Yuhe rolled his wheelchair over and, upon seeing the dark pattern on it, fell silent for a moment.
Yun Fuzhao scratched his head, "Indeed, professional matters should be left to professionals."
“It’s already pretty good for a first show,” Shen Qiaowen said, thinking of something. “Doesn’t Xiaohe like cats? Give this to him. He’ll definitely like it.”
Yun Fuzhao glanced at the handkerchief with its crooked stitches and said, "Isn't this repaying kindness with enmity?"
"Hahahaha." Shen Qiaowen laughed heartily. "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'm willing to join your sect."
"welcome."
Yun Fuzhao pulled her aside to discuss the specific details.
Gong Yuhe, who was sitting over there, picked up the soft handkerchief.
The disciples of the Hall of Rebirth were mostly dressed in fine clothes and lived in luxury, and as the Holy Son, his life was even more exquisite and extravagant. He had grown up here and had never seen such an indescribable handkerchief.
After looking for a while, he put down the handkerchief, rolled his wheelchair out of the house.
After a stick of incense had burned, Yun Fuzhao and Shen Qiaowen finalized the specific details of their collaboration.
This expert was actually a master of concealed weapons. Although she was an embroiderer, her needlework could kill without a trace. She also showed off many concealed weapons she had made herself, which made Yun Fuzhao's eyes light up.
That's why everyone on Peach Blossom Island is full of talented people.
“You didn’t see it, Senior Shen’s hidden weapons are even more exquisite than the ones I saw in the Myriad Weapons Pavilion.” Yun Fuzhao walked behind Gong Yuhe. “You really did me a big favor.”
"She was once the champion of the magical artifact forging competition."
Yun Fuzhao's eyes widened. "Holy crap!"
She immediately fawned over Gong Yuhe, massaging his shoulders. "Good ally, please tell me about more powerful seniors here."
Gong Yuhe frowned; he wasn't used to being touched. He could have easily circulated his spiritual energy to ward off Yun Fuzhao's hand, but he hadn't managed to do so even after she withdrew her hand.
"Turn left ahead, and you can recruit the senior in that thatched hut."
"Order."
Yun Fuzhao sped up, his legs leaving afterimages.
Gong Yuhe subtly gripped the handrail.
The man living in the thatched hut was sallow and thin, with a small, bony frame, looking like an oil lamp about to burn out.
The other party clearly knew Gong Yuhe as well, and warmly invited them to sit down as soon as they entered.
“Ninth Uncle,” Gong Yuhe explained his purpose simply.
Ke Jiu looked at Yun Fuzhao and said, "I have no intention of leaving the mountain. Please return, young lady."
“Senior,” Yun Fuzhao said, “Since we’ve come all this way, we can’t just go back like this. Whatever you want, the Boundless Sword Sect will do its best to satisfy you.”
Ke Jiu remained silent for a long while before speaking: "I have no desires in this life. If I had to say what I'm thinking about, it's my girl who is suffering in the human world."
Yun Fuzhao and Gong Yuhe exchanged a glance, and the latter communicated with her in her mind: Uncle Jiu has a daughter who married into the palace and has not returned to see him for many years.
His voice was as clear and pure as flowing water in the mountains, giving Yun Fuzhao goosebumps.
No wonder some people are voice-dependent; there's definitely some truth to that.
"give it to me."
Yun Fuzhao patted his chest, "Senior, I will take care of all your pain."
Ke Jiu was taken aback, then shook his head. "That girl is notoriously stubborn. Over the years, she has long forgotten about this old man and has never come back even once."
He got a little excited as he spoke, "I don't know what's so great about that brat. He looks like he's been struck by lightning. She loves him to death, and she's even willing to sever ties with her own father for him!"
Yun Fuzhao fell silent. Every era has its own Wang Baochuan.
"Don't worry, senior," Yun Fuzhao said, "I will make her change her mind."
Yun Fuzhao and Gong Yuhe left Peach Blossom Island.
Gong Yuhe: "I'll go with you."
"I'm so sorry," Yun Fuzhao said. "Let's set off now."
Gong Yuhe: "..."
The girl Ke Jiu mentioned was named Ke Ruotong, a concubine of the Li Kingdom. The one who made her fall in love was the Emperor of Li Kingdom.
This emperor was notoriously obsessed with beautiful women. He entrusted all power to the regent and spent his days surrounded by beauties, living a life of unbridled pleasure.
A man who falls in love with every woman he meets is destined not to stay with anyone for long, and Ke Ruotong is afraid that she has given her heart to the wrong person.
"What identity should we use to sneak in?" Yun Fuzhao and Gong Yuhe were stopped outside the city gate.
This regent was ruthless and decisive, and managed the Kingdom of Le very well. Everyone entering Le was subject to inspection.
Gong Yuhe flipped his hand, and a ball of spiritual energy floated in his palm. "Just admit that we are cultivators."
That's true; cultivators have always been respected in the human world.
Once their identities as cultivators were revealed, the guards stared wide-eyed, bowing and scraping with utmost respect.
"Your Excellencies, the Regent requests your presence."
Yun Fuzhao never expected that the identity of a cultivator would be so useful.
They were soon taken to the palace.
Yun Fuzhao observed the surrounding scenery, which was magnificent and resplendent, just like the palace dramas she had watched before.
"Please take a seat, gentlemen."
Regent Mu Chouwen smiled gently.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright, dark eyes, he looked like someone not to be trifled with. He resembled Yu Ze somewhat.
However, this person is clearly the type who hides a knife behind a smile.
"May I ask what brings you two here?"
“It’s like this,” Yun Fuzhao said half-truthfully, “I came to see my cousin. She’s been away from home for so long and I haven’t heard from her. I’m a little worried.”
"May I ask which young lady you are referring to, sir?"
"Ke Ruotong".
Upon hearing this name, Mu Chou raised an eyebrow and put down the porcelain cup in his hand. "Consort Ke was recently banished to the Cold Palace for disobeying the Emperor."
Yun Fuzhao was taken aback. "Can we go see her?"
Mu Chou's attitude towards them was fairly good, but he said, "I'm afraid we need to consult His Majesty's opinion."
If Yun Fuzhao didn't know you were the regent, he would have believed it.
When they arrived in Lebanon, the first person they met was not the emperor, but the regent. Isn't that enough to explain the situation?
"Very well. Thank you, Your Highness."
Mu Chou said to the eunuch beside him, "Please invite His Majesty over."
An incense stick later, His Majesty the Emperor, disheveled and drowsy, appeared in the main hall. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were still sleepy; it was clear he had just been dragged out of bed.
"My dear minister, what brings you to me...?"
He caught sight of Yun Fuzhao standing to the side, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Another new concubine?"
Gong Yuhe grasped her wrist and said calmly, "Your Majesty, she is my wife."