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

Yuchi thought of the images he had seen earlier on some entertainment software: "If you were stranded on a remote island, which of several items would you choose?" "If you have ten points, how would you select your ideal girlfriend?" "If someone loves you deeply but is a floor-dweller, how do you handle that?" "If tomorrow were the end of the world..." "If..."

Ah, ah, ah.

Just thinking about it is annoying.

Then... it seems I’ve gone off topic. Gradually regaining his composure, Yuchi muttered a couple of curses, feeling much better afterward. He then took another look at the silent playing cards. Sigh, it really feels like something is missing after a day without bantering with that guy Yin Shuang.

I don’t know how I used to handle these things on my own before. Now, with Yin Shuang beside me, have I become timid?

Let’s wait.

See how things go.

...

In the evening, Feng Zhaoyang found Yuchi, and the two sat in the inn eating noodles as usual, with Feng Zhaoyang treating as always; beef noodles, with beef that hurts the cows in a very real way.

Slurping up the beef ramen, Feng Zhaoyang looked at Yuchi beside him: "So, brother Zong, how did it go with Li Family today after you visited them? Was the result as I described before? Li Family people should be very calm, right? You shouldn’t have had any conflicts."

Yuchi gave Feng Zhaoyang a sideways look: "No conflicts. Li Family has agreed to your request. As you said, a month from now, anywhere outside the State Capital, we’ll have a refreshing game of Gwent."

Gwent?

Feng Zhaoyang didn’t know what Yuchi was talking about. He assumed he had misheard, or it was some local entertainment style. Then, with concern, he asked: "So did you establish a good cooperative relationship with the Li Family, like having a good chat with Master Li Yixun? Did you try to integrate into the Li Family’s environment?"

Feng Zhaoyang’s intention was clear. Even though he’s making money with Wang Haoran, his real intention is to lend a hand to Yuchi. Normally, he wouldn’t say such obvious statements, as they are dangerous hints.

After all, in the eyes of others, Wang Haoran and Li Yixun should be arch-enemies, seemingly ready for conflict. So at a time like this, Yuchi, clearly standing with Feng Zhaoyang, must be on Wang Haoran’s side. But why would Wang Haoran’s people want to build good relations with someone like Li Yixun?

This is just classic sharing the same trouble.

Of course, Yuchi knew that Feng Zhaoyang meant well. Even though this was only their second meeting since their first encounter was coincidental, their relationship was indeed quite good. To call it a brotherhood may be a bit exaggerated, but Feng Zhaoyang truly had no intentions to harm him.

It was evident.

To not misunderstand Feng Zhaoyang’s goodwill as indifference, Yuchi smiled and said to Feng Zhaoyang: "It’s fine; they didn’t throw me out. I think that was unexpected in itself. After all, I went over with a provocative intention. Worthy of big figures from the State Capital, they do have magnanimity."

Feng Zhaoyang: "..."

I don’t even know if this guy really knows the current situation or is just bluffing now. I’ve made the hints so obvious, does he still not get it?

But whatever.

Slurping up some noodles, Feng Zhaoyang didn’t intend to talk openly about these matters. Anyway, he felt he had nothing to criticize about his treatment towards old Yuchi.

With a clear conscience: "Brother Zong, although your skills are quite strong and you have Bu Luohua as your disciple, clearly you have a good relationship with the Celestial Craft Workshop. But since you want to make money here in the State Capital, you still need to build good relations with these figures."

"It’s not about flattering them, but understanding these characters."

"It’s impossible to stand outside the situation and solve it from within, right? Even if an observer sees clearly and thinks they know everything, they are only armchair theorists. The real chess players must step into the game."

As Feng Zhaoyang spoke, he felt an eyebrow twitching. The rascal Yuchi again swiped the beef dish in front of him. Unable to do anything, he signaled the waiter to bring another plate of beef, and earnestly looked at Yuchi: "Brother Zong, or do you really have no interest in the State Capital?"

This question came very suddenly, Yuchi’s hand paused for 0.001 seconds at the meat.

"I’m interested, but for now I don’t dare to be interested," Yuchi replied honestly.

"Hmm."

Feng Zhaoyang got it, "I’m the same way. I’m interested, very interested, but hesitant to show it. This place, the State Capital, may seem filled with smiles, but a world full of smiles is the scariest. Whether good or bad, everyone wears a smile, making it impossible to simply see a person and know if they’re a friend or enemy. That’s the tricky part."