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Spring Atmosphere is filled with fragrance, intoxicating the entire garden. Miss Shi's smile instantly made Zichu feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze. Most of the audience had already left, yet he remained, staring blankly at the spot where the beauty had just departed.
Luzi also found it difficult to leave alone and sighed softly to himself. The beauty was like the Unity of the Realm, attracting countless heroes to bow down before her. What a pity! Looking at Wang Sun, he realized this was not the successor the old man was looking for!
With a heavy heart, Luzi glanced back at the entrance, feeling slightly more at ease. After all, the venue was filled with distinguished guests, and the responsibility of the Soldiers outside was merely to maintain security. Even if chaos erupted inside, they would not dare to rush in without Zhao Sheng's orders. At that moment, Shangdang and Qin Zhao were still at a standoff. He quietly reminded, "Everyone has left; we should go too."
Hearing voices nearby, Zichu's stomach responded first. Unable to contain his hunger any longer, it began to protest loudly. Embarrassed in front of the Big Shopkeeper of Prosperity Pavilion, Zichu turned bright red. He quickly dismissed those foolish thoughts and followed behind Luzi as they headed outside.
Initially intending for Zichu to walk ahead, Luzi decided against it and chose to walk beside him instead. It was more practical! After all, they were not in Qin State!
The two squeezed into the carriage that had been waiting for some time. Sun Thirteen looked back and counted—one less than expected. He cracked his whip in the air and drove the carriage towards Prosperity Inn.
Just as the carriage pulled away, two individuals dressed as commoners exchanged glances and then signaled each other. One of them hurriedly followed behind.
If not for this commotion, Luzi would have sent Sun Thirteen to take Zichu home that afternoon. However, ever since he returned to the inn earlier that day, he felt an inexplicable sense of unease creeping in. This restlessness made it difficult for him to sit still.
Unable to make sense of it all, he decided to put it aside for now!
Years of experience told Luzi that ignoring something does not mean taking no action. The only solution was to refrain from acting rashly and observe how things unfolded on their own. Given this situation, it was best not to change the current dynamics. Thus, he sought an excuse to keep Zichu, hoping for a chance to talk more intimately.
As someone who had a home but no food to eat, Zichu was more than willing to stay here indefinitely. His earlier thoughts had been about trying to have dinner here as well. Hearing the host's warm invitation now, he reluctantly agreed.
In truth, even if Zichu had refused, Luzi would not have let him face the unknown alone. The source of his unease had emerged only after the end of the Selection, which included this individual before him—an unarmed person who did not favor the Unity of the Realm. If there were a proportion of unease, it seemed that Zichu contributed a significant share.
Luzi, after all, has martial skills honed since childhood. When one is proficient in something, they can gauge the strength of their opponent just by observing their movements. On the other hand, Zichu can only manage a few basic techniques; when faced with a true expert, he might as well know nothing at all.
Reaching this level of skill is actually the most tragic, because he still possesses some ability. If he were completely untrained, he might have some leeway when encountering a master. A master wouldn't see him as a threat and thus wouldn't strike with full force right away. However, if one has only a superficial understanding of martial arts, when faced with a master, they will be met with powerful attacks immediately.
The reality now is that regardless of Zichu's specific situation, he is already trapped in this predicament. Moreover, he cannot escape until everything is resolved! Luzi looks at Wang Sun, who is still sitting there enjoying his meal, and suddenly feels an inexplicable sadness.
This feeling was absent before because no matter how complicated someone's background was, there was always a cause and effect to follow. But for someone like Wang Sun, born into his own country, there was no choice in the matter. Common people only need to survive through wars; even if their country falls, they still have the chance to live peacefully. The situation for these Wang Sun is different; to prevent them from rising again, those in power will hunt them down to the ends of the earth to silence them.
Sigh! What truly constitutes happiness for the world?
Luzi knows this isn't the time for lamentation. He stands up and excuses himself, saying he has matters to attend to in the afternoon and asks Zichu to wait a moment. If there isn't enough food and drink, he can send someone to the kitchen to prepare more; they can talk again when he returns in the evening. Concerned that Wang Sun might leave without notice, he leaves Chang Yu behind to protect the hot sweet potatoes. He issues strict orders that Zichu must not be allowed to leave until he returns. In truth, Luzi is being overly cautious about this matter; as long as someone provides food for this young nobleman from the Ying family, he won't leave.
Shishi! My Shishi!
Unbeknownst to him, Zichu, who is already caught in a whirlpool of troubles, has just finished eating and drinking when thoughts he had just forgotten resurface. With tears of longing filling his eyes, he realizes that his sleeve is made of ordinary fabric used by commoners. He clearly remembers that just before the Noon Selection was about to conclude, that enchanting person had a fortune amounting to two hundred taels of gold.
Is this meant for buying a city?
It’s no wonder Zichu feels helpless; this is indeed an astronomical figure. Now, not only does he find it impossible while in Zhao as a Proton, but even if he were in Capital Xianyang, it would still be unattainable. Aside from an annual fixed salary, there are no extra earnings unless one contributes significantly to the state. Fortunately, food and drink are not an issue since there are additional employment subsidies. This leads these royal relatives and nobles toward two extremes: one strives for military achievements while the other drifts aimlessly through life.
People are like this; when nothing happens, they often believe their lives are more comfortable than anyone else's. Yet when faced with challenges and ready to take action, they realize they actually possess nothing.
Chang Yu, having trained in martial arts since childhood, naturally does not understand the concept of romantic entanglements. Seeing his friend Luzi captivated by a woman on stage in the afternoon makes him feel disdainful. He cannot hide what’s on his mind and feels compelled to speak up. Raising his cup, he says: “This young master! I speak frankly; please don’t take offense. Life is but a fleeting moment like a shooting star across the sky. It’s unwise to waste time on women instead of striving for greatness.”
Zichu did not take offense and raised his wine cup to look at the young man across from him. "There are some things you won't understand for now. A hero can sometimes act out of anger for a beloved, and at other times, they can abandon their state and nation. Regardless of the path taken, it will be remembered as a tale of valor. If you were in my position, I believe you would feel the same."
"What do you mean by 'in your position'?" Li Xin happened to walk to the door just as he caught the tail end of the conversation. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, glancing at the guest's attire, which made him momentarily stunned. While seeing people from his own country usually didn't faze him, this was the capital of Zhao, and both families were currently at war. Even if they were from the Qin State, they would need to disguise themselves as Zhao people at this time.
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