Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

"Yes." Yuchi nodded, "I’ve already mentioned it before."

"Tsk tsk!"

Feng Zhaoyang looked quite annoyed: "I thought I was hiding quite deep, but didn’t expect you to be even deeper. Not only have you directly become a mentor-student relationship with Bu Luohua, but also have such an ambiguous relationship with Bu Huoran. I seriously suspect you’re acting me out, but I don’t have any evidence right now."

Originally, Feng Zhaoyang simply thought that coming to the State Capital was due to money issues, and thought Yuchi wasn’t doing very well, but turns out it was only relative to his own standards. In fact, he had a good personal relationship with the Celestial Craft Workshop, and more so with Bu Luohua, which is the publicly known youngest daughter of Wang Haoran.

If you’re on good terms with Bu Luohua, then do you still need to worry about your relationship with the State Capital’s Celestial Craft Workshop?

No need to worry at all!

Turns out, the fool was me all along?

Yuchi maintained a calm smile, speaking quietly: "Fellow Daoist Feng, you’re overthinking it. There’s nothing notable between myself and Bu Huoran, we’re just simple friends, at most just exchanging a few couplets."

"Exchanging a few couplets?"

What couplets...?

Feng Zhaoyang didn’t know what Yuchi was referring to, "So how’s Bu Huoran? What do you think of this woman?"

Bu Huoran? Yuchi felt a bit vexed: "Why ask about Bu Huoran? Are you interested in her?"

Feng Zhaoyang instantly appeared speechless, speaking in a smaller voice: "Come on, I don’t have that kind of courage, she’s a big figure in the outer chamber of the Celestial Craft Workshop. I’m only simply curious, so I wanted to hear Fellow Daoist Zong’s view, since your relationship with Bu Huoran must be good, otherwise she wouldn’t personally draw your portrait."

Yuchi nodded, his mind recalling the image of the lady: "Her, she’s talented, deeply cunning, hard to tame."

Feng Zhaoyang fully agreed with Yuchi’s assessment: "Yes, I’ve seen her before, if one can control such a woman, it feels like winning in life already."

"She herself has no cultivation, no Spiritual Qi nourishing her body. Among mortal women, whether in overall demeanor or appearance, she’s already top-grade."

"But she’s still Wang Haoran’s wife, even if that label ’wife’ deserves a pair of quotes, wanting to take Bu Huoran in is a difficult matter."

"She probably isn’t interested in romantic matters? So if one day you can capture Bu Huoran, I’ll kneel down to you and call you dad."

Yuchi: I don’t have such a big son as you.

He had no intention of continuing discussing Bu Huoran, casually asking: "So Brother Feng, have you never chatted with Wang Haoran before? Is this the first time meeting in the Celestial Craft Workshop, hence you didn’t know each other supported Li Ruolan?"

He was just testing, gauging Feng Zhaoyang’s stance.

Feng Zhaoyang’s face showed a series of meaningful smiles, nodding: "Yes... I guess."

Yuchi: Again?

Even now, still pretending like this, I’ve already accepted that Zong Liangqing and Yuchi are the same person, yet you’re still forcing this facade.

Perhaps sensing Yuchi’s clear displeasure, Feng Zhaoyang laughed and added: "Brother Zong, don’t worry, I won’t harbor any ill intentions towards you, and rest assured, aren’t you here in the State Capital to make money? Then I guarantee on my honor that you will certainly make lots of money! Lots and lots!"

Really? Yuchi raised an eyebrow: "For real?"

"For real, if I’m lying you’re my son."

Feng Zhaoyang exclaimed with conviction: "I can’t reveal everything now, but if you only witness these matters as an outside observer, you definitely can earn some silver and gold. After all, Master Wang has also silently approved your presence, willing to give you a share."

His intention was simple.

First, Yuchi should only be an observer, don’t meddle nor take sides in these matters, as it’s dangerous.

Second, this clearly is an unseen conspiracy.

Third, there’s money to be made.

For Yuchi, he was more than willing to agree; he wasn’t inclined to deeply involve himself in the State Capital anyway—how long has it been since he joined Ascension Gate?

As long as there’s money to be made, everything else is negotiable.

"Alright."

"I’ll listen to you, but if you deceive me, I curse you to a troubled old age!" Yuchi pulled a fierce face.

Feng Zhaoyang, standing in a carriage, rubbed his head blush-faced: "Fellow Daoist Zong, I still like you very much. If I were a woman, I’d definitely marry you, so I won’t deceive you."

Yuchi felt his scalp tingle.

He stopped speaking.

...

Back at the inn, Yuchi pondered for a long time.

Ultimately, unable to grasp their intentions, he could only take it one step at a time as the clues were still too sparse.

Like in a game, the quest is only halfway and he cannot fully deduce the entire event.