34. What Should We Talk About?
“Miss Lü!!!”
Gong Yiling didn’t realize at first that she was being called.
It wasn’t until Yan Chuyue rushed over, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently, almost making her dizzy, that she realized it.
Oh, it was her.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? You ask what’s wrong?” Yan Chuyue continued shaking her until Gong Yiling’s head spun, then finally stopped and asked, “How did you kill the Flame Python?”
It was about this again…
Well, it made sense. Besides Qiu Shui, only this protagonist knew her true strength (Chun Lian didn’t count, she thought her Young Palace Master could turn into light).
So, she explained the situation to Yan Chuyue again.
She glossed over the venom absorption part, and fortunately, Yan Chuyue was more interested in how she killed the beast, not how she absorbed the venom.
As the author, she hadn’t forgotten the settings she gave the Flame Python.
Heavenly Venerable realm, heart not located at the seventh inch, neck slightly vulnerable but still difficult to penetrate, incredibly potent venom, and rapid regeneration in the swamp.
A whole stack of buffs.
And yet it was killed by a newbie cultivator who had just recovered her meridians.
Was that reasonable?
After hearing the whole story, Yan Chuyue was even more shocked. “Are you even human?”
“What else would I be?” Gong Yiling shrugged. “A ghost?”
“Even ghosts aren’t this absurd.”
Yan Chuyue said, exasperated, “Not even novels, I mean, plays and shadow puppet shows would dare portray this. Who would believe it?”
“Haven’t you heard this saying, Miss Yan?”
“What saying?”
Gong Yiling stroked her chin, feigning wisdom. “Reality is often more absurd than fiction. You can never grasp its rules.”
“Please, you just used up several years’ worth of luck.” Yan Chuyue sighed. “But it’s a good thing. If you weren’t so lucky, I wouldn’t be seeing you now.”
“Good fortune always favors the virtuous. Luck is also a part of strength.” Gong Yiling rubbed her hands together, smiling. “Enough about me. How was your rest?”
“It was alright.”
“There’s something I should mention.” Gong Yiling said, “If the First Prince and Young Master Xuli aren’t complete idiots, they’ve already figured out my identity.”
“Your identity?” Yan Chuyue paused, then asked, “You mean… the Cloudmist City incident?”
“Yes.” Gong Yiling nodded.
She then told Yan Chuyue about how she revealed her possession of the recording device to them.
This surprised Yan Chuyue.
Even if they racked their brains, they wouldn’t be able to track down that previous identity.
Who could find someone who vanished into thin air, someone who never existed in the first place? In this game of cat and mouse, Gong Yiling had the absolute advantage.
There was no need to reveal that information.
“Their targets are now Qiu Shui and Lu Xinyao.” Gong Yiling said, “I need to divert their attention to a previous enemy to protect them.”
That was Miss Gong’s intention.
Hidden arrows were harder to defend against than open attacks. Before the First Prince revealed his fangs, her disciples were in danger.
But if she could provoke him into acting rashly, the situation would be different.
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“You’re connected to that incident, and you’re in this city now. I’m worried they might connect you to it if they see you here.”
Shangguan Qingyun had suspected her before, but the Yan Chuyue back then was a pushover, unlikely to be suspected.
But now, after so much time, if the First Prince saw her again, he would surely realize her role in that incident.
She had to consider Yan Chuyue’s safety.
“Don’t go out and buy food these next few days. I’ll bring you whatever you want.” Gong Yiling patted her shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to stay here much longer.”
“What do you mean…?”
Gong Yiling’s presence had accelerated the plot. Now, in Yanlie City, there were many with ulterior motives.
“Chuyue,”
Gong Yiling walked to the window, looking at the night scene outside. “Even in such a prosperous place, when those people reveal their fangs, how many can still enjoy this peace and tranquility?”
Yan Chuyue’s heart sank.
A crisis… in Yanlie City?
As the author, she also sensed it.
The world she created had changed subtly due to this girl’s presence.
If the Grand Elder’s injuries were healed half a year earlier, if Shangguan Long still held power…
The plot would definitely change.
And these changes weren’t her, the author’s, doing, but…
An unexpected character’s.
“Who are you?” Yan Chuyue couldn’t help but ask. “Can’t you tell me now?”
The woman turned around, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly beneath the veil, a calm smile in her eyes.
“You want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep wondering.” Gong Yiling gave a blunt answer. “My identity is irrelevant to you. Instead of focusing on me, you should focus on your love…”
She suddenly stopped.
She seemed to have forgotten someone, someone Yan Chuyue should have met by now, and their relationship should be developing.
Where was Jiang Chenmo???
This protagonist was either hanging out with her or busy in the palace, not doing anything else.
Where was Jiang Chenmo?
Where was the male lead?
Was he dead?
If she wasn’t in a female body now, she would think she was more suited to be the male lead.
“Love what?” Yan Chuyue blinked and asked.
“What a girl your age should be pursuing, of course.”
Gong Yiling’s mind suddenly short-circuited. She reached out and lifted Yan Chuyue’s chin, a playful smile on her face. “What do you think?”
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