Chapter 162: A Rare Moment of Rest

Chapter 162: A Rare Moment of Rest

Zhao Changhe thought that now with Gusu and the Tang Clan in disarray, with neither the aunt nor nephew of the Tang Clan having time to come over, and with him still yet to fully recover from his injuries, there was indeed nothing else to do at the moment.

He wanted to chat more with Sisi, but it was not appropriate for him to directly ask her about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Tribe. They were clearly both hiding things from each other, which made the situation quite awkward. It seemed like going back into the room to tell a story was not such a bad idea.

It was a rare moment of rest since his arrival in this world. The pace of the past half year has indeed been too fast. Looking back, he felt really exhausted.

Seeing Zhao Changhe agree, Sisi was very happy and quickly disappeared with excitement.

When she reappeared, she was dressed as the little maid once again, completely covered up, showing not a hint of her skin.

She happily pulled him to sit by the table and presented him with various bottles and jars as if she were presenting a treasure. “This disguise is actually nothing special, it’s just a special material formulated from a secret recipe. When you apply it to the face, it looks just like real skin! With practice, you can even create different skin tones. It’s the foundation for my disguise. If you don’t want to impersonate someone else, you can also just use it to cover scars and whatnot. Once you learn the recipe, you’re all set.”

Zhao Changhe leaned in to take a look. “It doesn’t smell like anything. Are the ingredients difficult to find?”

“They’re fairly difficult to find, but with the Tang Clan backing you, do you really need to worry? You can get whatever you need,” Sisi replied confidently. Then, she abruptly stopped and stretched out her delicate hand. “Give me some money.”

Zhao Changhe: “?”

Sisi said confidently, “I’m out of money. Do you know how hard it was for me to resist taking the silver notes you left in front of me several times?”

Zhao Changhe chuckled and said, “If I give you money, does that count as sponsoring you or paying my maid’s salary?”

Sisi’s eyes shimmered, and she said in a seductive tone, “Now that my identity needs some explaining to the Tang Clan, how about I really do become your maid? However, my services are quite expensive...”

Zhao Changhe took out a thousand-tael silver note and placed it in her hand, “Is this enough for ten days?”

Sisi grabbed the silver note and grumbled, “Only ten days... Oh, and with the back pay for the last three days, you have seven left.”

Zhao Changhe really did not know whether to laugh or cry, “Hey, do you realize that you’ve really become my maid? Don’t you have any dignity?”

“What’s wrong with being a maid? Master, besides flirting with your mouth, what else can you do?”

“...I think you’ve forgotten some painful memories.”

Sisi straightened her neck stubbornly and said, “I don’t remember! Alright, let’s get back to disguise arts. Do you just want to change your appearance so that you can’t be recognized when conducting secret activities, or do you plan to disguise yourself as someone else?”

“I don’t want to live with someone else’s face, that’s just silly...” After he said that, Sisi’s gaze suddenly turned dangerous. He hurriedly corrected himself, “Uh, I meant, very smart, very smart...”

Sisi glared at him, and Zhao Changhe raised his hands in surrender.

Sisi snorted, “Disguising oneself as someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It’s not enough to just have good makeup skills; you also need to be good at imitating other people’s mannerisms. It’s an art, and it’s not inferior to martial arts in any way. Do you really think it’s silly?”

Zhao Changhe laughed and said, “Now I understand why Ye Wuzong didn’t get angry even though you stole from the Thieves Guild. I think you’re the true heir to his legacy. Ji Chengkong clearly doesn’t hold the same level of passion as you do toward his arts.”

“You suspected my origins and you actually went through the trouble of fabricating such a story. Your literary talent is truly remarkable,” Sisi teased with a growing smile. “But I have to admit, you did guess a lot of things correctly.”

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded. “Oh? Which parts are you talking about”

“Duan Yu is me, A’Zhu is me, and Jiumozhi, who steals various martial arts, is also me. You put so much effort into insinuating things, wasn’t it exhausting?”

“Huh?”

“Do you still expect me to kowtow to you a thousand times before you teach me your martial arts? Brother immortal, you’re so shameless.”

Zhao Changhe’s eyes opened so wide that they turned into circles.

Thankfully, you didn’t interrupt me while I was telling the story. Otherwise, how could I have continued telling the story? You’ve twisted it so much that I’ve forgotten what the original was like... I really can’t go back now...

“Hey, Murong Fu hasn’t appeared yet, but you’ve already portrayed him as extraordinary with exceptional martial arts. Could he be Tang Buqi or Tang Wanzhuang?”

“Stop, if you continue like this, the Tang Clan will be ruined by you. The Murong Clan are rebels.” Zhao Changhe was on the verge of tears. “I won’t continue telling you the story, okay? I was wrong. I’ll teach you the saber intent, just stop.”

“Oh? You don’t need me to kowtow to you a thousand times?”

“No, there’s really no need...”

“Hehe...” Sisi blew into his ear and whispered, “Brother immortal...”

Zhao Changhe really wanted to kill himself right this moment.

But then Tang Wanzhuang’s voice came from outside the window, “Mister Zhao, what’s the name of the story?”

Zhao Changhe composed himself and said, “It’s called Eight Books of the Heavenly Dragon.”

“In Buddhist terminology, Asuras are one of the eight parts... If we’re to relate this to the story, who is the Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?”

Zhao Changhe covered his face.

Tang Wanzhuang said again: “That prince who lives in that world has many beauties, and most of them are evil. Are they really all sisters?”

Are you and Sisi going to fight to decide who Duan Yu is? Can you guys stop going off on tangents? I’m really getting confused and forgetting the original now.

As expected, Sisi became unhappy and stood up with her hands on her hips. “We, master and servant, are enjoying a story. What’s a dignified official like you doing eavesdropping outside?”

Tang Wanzhuang chuckled and said, “It’s already noon. I have set up a banquet in my courtyard. I came here to invite Mister Zhao to discuss important matters. If you’d be so kind, young lady, I would like to borrow your brother immortal for an hour.”

1. Also known as Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils ☜