Chapter 847 Completely Overshadowed in Front of Si Fuqing (2)

Chapter 847 Completely Overshadowed in Front of Si Fuqing (2)

The Great Elder immediately came out to greet them. "Your Majesty... Mr. Yu, what brings you to Mo City again?"

Yu Xiheng, resting his head on his hand, didn't respond to the greeting. "The classes are quite interesting. You may continue them."

The Great Elder was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. "Of course, no problem at all. We will start the second session of the Love Psychology class right away!"

The disciples of the Mo family, who were either practicing martial arts or crafting hidden weapons, were all attending this class for the first time.

However, the class had received positive feedback.

Even if Yu Xiheng hadn't mentioned it, the Great Elder would have continued it.

"Mhmm," Yu Xiheng said nonchalantly, "Remember to sign up."

Feng San felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "Yes, Brother Nine... I mean, Master!"

The moment he addressed him as "Brother Nine," the Great Elder seemed ready to kill him.

Feng San quickly escorted Yu Xiheng to his accommodations.

The Great Elder huffed, "That boy, so insolent!"

"Great Elder, he didn't know," Mo Yanwen, standing nearby, said with a warm smile. "His Majesty is approachable and doesn't care about titles. But there is some good news: it seems His Majesty might soon have someone by his side."

"Really?" The Great Elder was astonished. "That would be a miracle!"

Mo Yanwen nodded.

"It's indeed good news," the Great Elder said excitedly before falling silent again. "His Majesty has suffered much."

In ancient times, people married early; girls married after reaching maturity, and boys wed in their teens.

Fourteen years ago, no one arranged such matters for him. Even after ascending to the throne, he couldn't settle down.

Finally, when stability seemed within reach, he died of illness at twenty-seven.

Thus, his life was short, without wife or concubines, children or grandchildren.

Even the next emperor was chosen from the clan.

Mo Yanwen sighed. "But it seems Miss Si has no romantic interest in His Majesty. More effort is needed."

"Really?" The Great Elder was bewildered. "What is she interested in then?"

Mo Yanwen replied, "Money."

The Great Elder fell silent.

He was also quite interested in money.

This seemed tricky.

But he believed that with His Majesty's cunning and methods, he would eventually succeed.

"Yanwen, what do you think of the Mo family's Mechanism City?" The Great Elder stroked his beard. "Can it be unlocked?"

Mo Yanwen shook his head. "It's difficult. The mechanisms and hidden weapons in the Mechanism City are interlinked, with explosives inside. Any wrong move could trigger a chain reaction. Except for the founding ancestor himself, no one can unlock it."

Fifteen hundred years ago, Mo Yanfeng had poured his heart and soul into constructing the Mo family's Mechanism City.

Duan Jingtao couldn't contain his anger any longer.

"Jealousy is jealousy," Duan Jingtao sneered. "I've seen plenty of people like you. But your jealousy won't change anything. She's still better and younger than all of you."

Duan Jingtao, who had become famous at a young age, was arrogant and reckless.

At fifteen, he had been exceptionally promoted to become the youngest member of the Heaven Earth Alliance, always proud and wild.

The only person he admired was Ji Qingwei.

He didn't think much of Si Fuqing.

His words made the interns' expressions change.

Was Duan Jingtao insulting all of them?

They had never even met Ji Qingwei and had only heard Duan Jingtao's praises. How could they be jealous? True geniuses were humble and modest.

In contrast, the interns started to resent Ji Qingwei, who had never appeared in public.

Si Fuqing lowered her lashes, feeling a slight warmth from the talisman on her chest.

She felt much lighter.

This proved that her luck retrieval speed had unexpectedly accelerated in these few seconds.

This works too?

Then don't blame her for acting like people's daddy.

"Jealous?" Si Fuqing looked up, raising an eyebrow. "All talk, no action. I've never seen her demonstrate anything herself. Why do I only hear you boasting? Anyone can talk big."

Duan Jingtao was thoroughly enraged. "What can you do? Do you understand Go? If you have the guts, play a game with me!"

Although Go wasn't his specialty, it was a fundamental skill for them.

Duan Jingtao was ranked professionally at the fourth level, far beyond most amateurs.

In the background, Director Qin frowned.

The assistant director hadn't expected Duan Jingtao to be so arrogant. "Old Qin, should you intervene? Does he have a grudge against Miss Si? Why is he speaking so harshly?"

Director Qin put down his thermos and said lightly, "Why should I intervene? Someone's running headlong into trouble; they need to get hurt to learn."

How else would they learn to be humble?

On camera, Si Fuqing and Duan Jingtao sat at opposite sides of a stone table.

In front of them was a Go board.

They were under a tree, looking no different from the old men playing chess nearby.

The interns and celebrity guests watched around them.

Duan Jingtao, dismissive, said, "You go first."

Si Fuqing dared to play Go with him, not knowing the meaning of defeat.

A celebrity guest who insisted on challenging a professional shouldn't expect mercy.

"No need." Si Fuqing leaned back in her chair, more arrogant than him, smiling lazily. "To give your junior sister three more minutes of life, I'll let you have a ten-move handicap."