Translator: _Min_
On the other side.
In Mo City, at the Mo residence.
Xi Jiang bowed with a fist, “Master, Brother Nine has already delivered the Dragon Sparrow Feather to Miss Si. I’m unsure of the significance of its name; please enlighten us.”
The Dragon Sparrow Feather was the finest hidden weapon crafted by the Mo family in recent years.
It appeared as a splendid sword or scepter, fitting even for a red carpet event.
Yet, hidden within were eighteen different hidden weapons, all lethal and deadily.
Mo Yanwen, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke slowly, “Ancient texts record that the hardest parts of a dragon sparrow are not its teeth or claws, but its impenetrable feathers. Each feather can be forged into a powerful arrow capable of destroying a city.”
Xi Jiang realized, “So it describes the great power of this weapon!”
Hearing this, Mo Yanwen glanced at him and added, “Birds also use their feathers as tokens of affection.”
Xi Jiang had another realization, “Of course, Brother Nine likes Miss Si. We all admire Miss Si. Who wouldn’t?”
This time, even Mo Yanwen fell silent.
He stood up, hands behind his back, instructed firmly, “Go to the Mechanism City for seven days. Do not emerge until the time is up.”
Xi Jiang was alarmed, “Master?!”
The Mo family’s Mechanism City was a masterpiece by the greatest genius in Mo history, Mo Yanfeng.
It was both defensive and offensive, with hidden paths inside.
For a thousand years, it had withstood countless invasions, unbroken.
No one in the Mo family had yet deciphered how the Mechanism City was constructed.
If one tried to force their way through any part of it, the entire Mechanism City would be rendered useless.
And before it was ruined, all hidden weapons would activate, destroying Mo City.
Members of the Mo family trained inside the Mechanism City.
Xi Jiang didn’t even want to recall those harsh days.
Mo Yanwen coldly advised, “Go and clear your mind.”
The Dragon Sparrow Feather was unique in a millennium.
This was the love of an emperor.
With a grim face, Xi Jiang departed.
“Your Majesty,” Mo Yanwen contacted Yu Xiheng, “May I boldly ask if you require a change in your dark guards?”
“It makes no difference,” Yu Xiheng supported his head, “You might seek advice from Great Xia University. They offer a course specifically for men and women that might benefit the Mo family youths.”
Mo Yanwen nodded and contacted Great Xia University.
“Oh yes, we do have such courses,” flipping through the schedule, “There are ‘Psychology of Love’ and ‘University Romance Guidance,’ both popular choices each semester.”
Mo Yanwen was silent.
He hung up after pondering the conversation, and decided to discuss starting such courses with the Great Elder.
Si Fuqing’s expression remained impassive.
For the first time, she really didn’t want to acknowledge knowing Yu Tang.
She hadn’t expected Yu Tang to react so dramatically to the anesthesia.
Seeing her cry so pitifully, the doctor, moved by compassion, tentatively offered, “Well then, how about I introduce my son to you?”
Such a pitiful young lady.
Yu Tang stopped crying, “Really?”
“Really, really,” the doctor laughed, “Once you’re awake, I’ll introduce you.”
With that, he hurried off to attend to other patients.
Yu Tang, still dazed, gestured helplessly, “Where could my significant other have gone? Have you seen anyone who looks like they could be my partner?”
Si Fuqing held her head, experiencing what it meant to be bitterly amused for the first time.
Her phone pinged with a message.
[Big Sponsor]: How’s Tangtang doing?
Sighing, Si Fuqing propped her chin with one hand and replied with the other.
[Crying about finding a boyfriend, talking nonsense, even said I hid her boyfriend]
[Big Sponsor]: Talking nonsense?
Si Fuqing sent him a video.
Instead of a message, a call came through.
Yu Xiheng spoke in a tone neither happy nor angry, “Yu Tang.”
Yu Tang recognized the voice, “Eh, it sounds like my Uncle Nine, my single Uncle Nine!”
Yu Xiheng remained calm, “Docking your allowance.”
Yu Tang paused for two seconds, then suddenly burst into even louder crying.
After crying herself to sleep, Si Fuqing finally closed the hospital room door and left.
Outside, there was some commotion; doctors and nurses were rushing upstairs, looking alarmed.
Si Fuqing lifted her chin, inquiring, “What’s going on over there?”
“A patient collapsed in the street and was brought in for surgery, but Dr. Lin isn’t here,” the nurse hurriedly explained, “We’re at a loss without him; even the head of hospital is here.”
Dr. Lin Qingchen, though young, was regarded as the foremost neurologist in the Great Xia Empire.
He had just received an invitation to a medical conference abroad and was currently in the Western Continent.
It would be impossible for him to return in time.
Yet, the patient’s life hung in the balance.
The entire hospital was in disarray.
After a moment of silence, Si Fuqing asked, “Is there patient record available? Give me a copy.”
The nurse stopped dead in her tracks, astounded, “Miss, you are...”
Si Fuqing removed her mask, revealing her face, and pulled out a document from her wallet, smiling, “Hello, here’s my medical license.”