102. Protecting Cultural Heritage

The next morning, just as dawn tinged the horizon with pale light, Lin Mi and Yuan Yuan set off by car toward Qinghe Town.

The city's clamor gradually faded behind them, replaced by expansive fields and rolling hills.

Soft, soothing music played through the car’s speakers, but their hearts were anything but calm.

“President Lin, I’ve looked into it. Qinghe’s cloud-pattern brocade is truly unique. It’s neither as grandiose as Shu brocade nor like Su embroidery,” Yuan Yuan explained.

“Hmm, this fruit isn’t ordinary…” Lin Feng exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the eighth fruit. It was about a dozen centimeters long, oval-shaped, dark brown, and not particularly appealing to the eye.

Shaoyitian’s hands immediately grew restless; his lecherous fingers slipped beneath the quilt, beginning to roam over Su Yuting’s thigh beside him.

Besides that, he had received crucial intelligence: the person overseeing the operation of these secret bases was none other than Zhu Hong. Armed with this information, he planned to start with Zhu Hong, unravel the whole network, and dismantle the secret bases, thereby weakening the God Organization’s influence within the country.

Su Ying entered the city, drawing many curious glances, mostly because his tattered clothing inevitably caught people’s attention.

At that moment, the Taoist Wuliang remarked, “Who knows who lives here? Although we currently operate only in the western district, I believe this residence is one of the most important within the first layer of the city walls!”

“Nana~ The outside world is far too dangerous and frightening. I wish to return to the Admiral Academy to study more,” she said softly.

As for Su Wang, the old woman with jet-black hair didn’t spare him a second glance, for the water-blue longsword was already poised to strike above his head. At this moment, Su Wang resembled nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Qian Bao’s somewhat timid nature compared to his peers was evident even after a brief acquaintance. Clearly, others had long noticed this as well.

This way, when ascending to the Celestial Court in the future, one could even establish ties with the Supreme Elder Lord. Admittedly, Wu Jizi’s scheme was quite cunning.

“That’s good. I’m number ninety-two, and luck seems to be on my side this time. I probably won’t run into you, brother-in-law,” Ye Junfeng chuckled with a hint of pride in his tone.

“I know what to say. Please rest assured, Your Highness. I take my leave now,” Sun Maolin said, rising to depart from the Ming Palace.

“Take care, Eunuch Sun. Keep some heavenly coins on hand so you can get by in the palace,” the Chongzhen Emperor advised. Nowadays, the imperial palace promoted austerity, continuously trimming expenses. Naturally, the perks eunuchs enjoyed diminished as well.

Indeed, the so-called “bathing” they mentioned was actually a code—a signal for their passionate intimacy.

These brothers were like this: always protective of the younger sibling, and the younger always considerate of the elder. Perhaps the strength of Timimata today was due to the unity of the brothers Lix and Lux! Unlike Lasvia and Zarak, who constantly bickered, their brotherhood was something worthy of admiration.

School days passed like this—ordinary, uneventful—but each day felt fulfilling nonetheless.

This was precisely what he dreaded. Yet this fellow had taken it upon himself to play the hero, showing a profound lack of judgment.

Mu Qingya nodded. She had heard quite a bit from Duanmu Lingyu about these two elder sisters, never imagining they could cause such chaos. Yet now, Mu Yizhi’s decision surely stemmed from deep disappointment upon learning their deeds.

Luo Jingjing’s attitude toward me had also softened somewhat, mainly because I had Gu Qingfeng meet with her family on my behalf. When they needed hundreds of thousands of funds to rebuild their factory, Gu Qingfeng lent it to them as an interest-free loan, following my instructions.

“Mu Qingya, my third younger brother has become like this because of you. Just stay here. Don’t worry, I will take care of Mu Anzhi,” she said, and without waiting for Mu Qingya’s response, strode boldly out the “door.”