The Bee Stings’ secret messages were written with extremely fine pens in tiny characters, seeking brevity to save space.

The next note read: “Yelu has arrived. Ji Kingdom princesses vie for position, using alpaca to crash Queen’s wall.”

It seemed like ordinary records, but after the last character, there were four even smaller, faint words: “Wall destroyed, water splashed.”

Gong Yin had originally skimmed past it, but his finger suddenly stopped on those four characters.

At first glance, they seemed unremarkable, but on second thought, something was wrong.

An alpaca crashing a wall, wall destruction was normal, but water splashing?

Water splashing?

What water splashing?

Gong Yin understood his Bee Stings well. He himself was concise and efficient, so his first requirement in training these secret guards was also efficiency—absolutely no superfluous words.

Therefore, these two words “water splashed” seemed quite meaningful.

Water splashing from washing one’s face—the Bee Stings would never write such a thing in secret messages. It was probably bathing, wasn’t it?

Since Yelu Qi was there, with an alpaca crashing the wall, he must have rushed in to rescue, right?

In other words, Jing Hengbo was bathing, and Yelu Qi went in?

The ice ball in Gong Yin’s hand suddenly spun out a sky full of snowflakes with a whoosh, like angry snow from the heavens, swirling forth.

Amid the swirling snowflakes, he closed his eyes expressionlessly, pushed this note aside, then after a while picked it up to look again, threw it aside again, and after another while, simply flicked his finger and the note vanished in mid-air.

The next note read: “Shang Kingdom Crown Prince’s welcoming banquet at Bi Hua Garden. Yelu Shengwu intended to force the Queen to reveal Yelu Qi’s whereabouts, killed by Queen and Yelu Qi working together.”

This time Gong Yin directly turned to the back, and indeed there were again four faint, small characters: “Entered water, warmed up.”

The note froze and shattered between his fingers with a “crack.”

Gong Yin’s brow carried faint anger.

Yelu Qi was so selfish!

Since the Bee Stings wrote it this way, the one who entered the water must have been Jing Hengbo. Jing Hengbo had once mistakenly absorbed the yin-cold breath from his body and couldn’t bear the cold most!

The woman he treasured in his palm, reluctant to let even a hair fall, was actually used so carelessly by Yelu Qi!

Jing Hengbo was also getting more and more foolish, going through fire and water for loyalty, not even caring about her body.

Even if she had to go through something, she couldn’t do it randomly!

He raised his hand and pressed the summoning bell again. Yu Chun, who had just run out, came running back frantically like a dog, sweating profusely.

“Mas… mas… master…”

“Order the Bee Sting spider web near Shang Kingdom to urgently transfer heart-protecting, cold-resistant, yin-dispelling medicines to the Queen.”

“Oh.” Yu Chun stared at those notes, thinking damn Bee Stings, too many words!

He was anxious to handle these increasingly numerous tasks, but Gong Yin didn’t seem to plan on letting him go, lost in thought again. Yu Chun felt like he was about to cry.

After staring blankly for a while, Gong Yin finally asked Yu Chun: “What’s the fastest way to warm up?”

Yu Chun thought this was such a silly question and answered without thinking: “Naturally lighting a fire for warmth, but if it’s our martial artists’ bone-deep yin-cold, then fire won’t help. Best is internal force mutual aid, massaging acupoints and skin to activate blood flow is also possible…”

“Enough!”

Yu Chun stared dumbfounded as he saw the smooth ice ball that could transform into countless shapes in his master’s hand crack with a sound.

He began quietly retreating.

Retreating to the door, not daring to leave or enter, he waited there. He felt his master would summon him again soon.

Gong Yin seemed not to notice he’d slipped away. After settling for a moment, he turned his finger and the ice ball returned to its original state. He unfolded the last note.

“Bi Hua Garden Queen accused of murder, Pei Shu stepped forward to protect her.”

Gong Yin turned the note over again, and there were still four small, fine, faint characters on the back: “With teeth, shared apricot.”

A moment of silence.

Then Yu Chun, hiding by the door, heard a “crack” sound. The sound wasn’t loud, but it made his heart jump.

Then he heard the bell. As soon as it rang, he ran frantically into the room to avoid being a step too late and becoming a scapegoat.

The first thing he saw was a puddle of ice and snow on the floor—the ice ball had disappeared.

This was somewhat unbelievable. According to past habits, this ice ball could spin in his palm for days and nights, not melting even while sleeping.

Yu Chun didn’t dare let his gaze linger on that puddle of ice and snow, waiting breathlessly to hear instructions.

Gong Yin’s voice from above sounded normal—normally cold.

“Send word to the Bee Stings to extract Meng Potian and send her to Shang Kingdom.”

“Yes.”

“Select the best nannies to train Meng Potian on the road.”

“Yes.”

“The spider web should have Pei Shu’s personal files. Select the most secret of Pei Shu’s flaws and habits, and pass them to Meng Potian.”

“Yes.”

“Shang Kingdom spider web Bee Stings should try to create opportunities for them.”

“Yes.”

“Pei Shu was once seduced by Ming Cheng and has had certain taboos since then… you know what to do?”

“…Yes.”

Yu Chun thought there were no more orders, but when he looked up, he saw his master magically pull out a pair of high heels from under the desk and throw them over.

Yu Chun hurried to catch them, nearly having his palm pierced by those ten-inch sharp thin heels.

He glanced sideways at Gong Yin secretly—ah master, ah why are these high heels under your desk? Ah have you been hiding them here to play with? Ah really can’t tell you have such ambiguous hobbies…

Gong Yin above had no idea his loyal subordinate’s mind was full of lewd and ambiguous thoughts at this moment, saying flatly: “Send these shoes to the Queen and tell her that wearing such shoes, she should kick when it’s time to kick.”

Yu Chun imagined the grand scene of the Queen’s suitors with two holes in their insteps, smiling wickedly as he put away the shoes.

“Also send the Queen some apricot jam.” Gong Yin was particularly talkative today.

Yu Chun couldn’t keep up with his jumping thoughts, not knowing why apricot jam suddenly came up. Thinking of apricot jam made his jaw muscles tighten and sour water rise up. Oh, so sour, so sour.

He blinked and said “oh,” then waited a while longer. Seeing his master finally lower his head to look at memorials again, he quietly withdrew.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard Gong Yin say: “Has Quiet Courtyard received an invitation to Shang Kingdom’s Gathering of Talents?”

“Yes.” Yu Chun replied, frowning as he tried to remember where the invitation had been filed. The State Preceptor handled so many affairs daily and had never personally attended such invitations before.

“Find it.”

After a while, sweating profusely, Yu Chun returned carrying a gold-decorated box containing the highest-level invitation to Shang Kingdom’s Gathering of Talents.

Gong Yin merely gestured for it to be set down. After Yu Chun left, he looked at the box for a long time, opened it, took out the invitation, flipped through it, put it in his sleeve, and walked out.

He went to the study, seeing from afar the ministers who had come to pay respects and report filing out of Quiet Courtyard—the morning court had ended.

In the study, the snow-white figure saw the wide-sleeved, long-haired silhouette at the door and hurriedly stood up respectfully.

Gong Yin gazed at him flatly. His gaze was always without substance but naturally oppressive—ordinary people couldn’t withstand it at all. But the fake State Preceptor remained relatively calm, standing motionless with hands at his sides, only occasionally blinking slightly, betraying a hint of nervousness.

But it had to be said this was already quite good. The fake State Preceptor had been trained well. Even if the two appeared before ministers simultaneously, without speaking or moving, they wouldn’t be distinguished in a short time.

After a long silence, Gong Yin finally spoke: “You’ve been doing well lately, but it can end now.”

The fake State Preceptor raised his head. He had cultivated the same aloof composure as Gong Yin, showing no trace of surprise on his face at this moment, bowing respectfully and elegantly to accept this decision.

Gong Yin looked at this almost identical version of himself, a strange expression appearing in his eyes as he said flatly: “It’s inconvenient to leave the palace today. Wait until tonight to depart. After collecting your reward from Chief Commander Meng, Meng Hu will personally escort you from the palace.”

The fake State Preceptor nodded obediently.

Snow-white, wide robes silently swept past the doorway without a sound. The fake State Preceptor waited until Gong Yin was far away before raising his head.

He remained motionless, maintaining his dignified, tranquil posture.

No one saw his fists clenched tightly in anger and nervousness beneath his sleeves.

…

Gong Yin’s snow-white robes flowed silently through the vermillion corridors. The pale golden shadows of sunlight fell on his waterfall-like hair, appearing from a distance as shimmering silver-white brilliance.

At some point, Meng Hu had silently followed behind him.

He already knew of Gong Yin’s order to stop using the fake State Preceptor.

“Tonight…” Meng Hu made a gesture of elimination, “this subordinate will…”

Doubles, once no longer needed, had no necessity to remain alive.

Gong Yin nodded slightly, his straight back turning around the corridor.

Opposite, birds swept past the lonely eaves of Jade Illumination Palace, casting shallow black shadows on people’s brows.

Only this moment of bird flight seemed to bring a trace of life to Jade Illumination Palace, reminding people that the nominal queen in Jade Illumination Palace was increasingly like a wandering spirit and shadow, seeming not to have appeared for a very long time.

…

Time rewound to that moment at Bi Hua Garden, where the auction within an auction was taking place.

Still short seventy-five thousand taels of gold—this enormous sum now attracted everyone’s curiosity.

Royal families from various countries had received Yu Kingdom’s request and agreed. Of course, all promises between political figures would require interest exchanges in the future.

Some wondered why Yu Kingdom would pay such a heavy price, willing to owe favors to various countries just to obstruct the Jade Queen.

The Yu Kingdom fat prince surveyed the area, seeing the curious expressions on everyone’s faces, and slightly curled his lips.

Supporting the major Yelu family clan in their country was one reason, but the Yelu family alone wasn’t worth Yu Kingdom royalty working so hard, even if the Yelu family had sent spiritual pills and precious gifts from Nine Heavens Gate—it still wasn’t enough.

The Yelu family only had one disciple as an inner disciple at Nine Heavens Gate. The spiritual pills obtained, though good, weren’t top-tier. How could they compare to gifts directly sent by truly important figures from Nine Heavens Gate?

The fat prince reached into his robe and gently caressed a brocade pouch containing three round purple-gold pills emanating fragrant qi. At a glance, one could tell they were several grades higher than the pills sent by the Yelu family.

He didn’t know who sent the medicine—a mysterious cloaked man who appeared one night to deliver these pills and made two requests.

First was to borrow a certain water area within Yu Kingdom for a year or two. This swamp area was a dangerous, terrifying place that made all Yu Kingdom people pale—full of poisonous miasma, fierce beasts, and many strange plants. Those who entered never returned alive. It was already Yu Kingdom’s forbidden wasteland, so having someone pay to borrow it, he was happy to agree.

The second request was for Yu Kingdom to create difficulties for all queens encountered in Shang Kingdom, preventing cooperation.

The second request was somewhat absurd, but he still agreed because he recognized those pills as seeming to belong to Nine Heavens Gate’s precious medicines. After all, he’d previously received pills gifted by the Yelu family and could recognize the unique aura belonging to the Gate.

Being able to make friends with Snow Mountain Heaven Gate, offending one or two queens was no big deal. After all, neither Ji Kingdom Queen, Jade Queen, nor Black Water Queen bordered Yu Kingdom territory.

The fat prince narrowed his eyes, staring at Jing Hengbo. He was already imagining the scene of the queen kneeling before him when she couldn’t gather seventy-five thousand taels of gold. Mm, this queen had turbulent waves at her chest—kneeling down would definitely be quite a sight.

In the venue, Jing Hengbo received his gaze and curled her lips. She was also imagining the sorry sight of these dead fat people having to walk around her whenever they saw her. Mm, she would definitely appear before them constantly then.

“May I ask what else the Queen has to sell?” someone called loudly. “This young lady?”

“Are you planning to sell her as a fraud?” someone laughed.

Jing Hengbo turned to look at Yong Xue, who was pressing her lips tightly, smiled, and pulled her over: “I…”

Everyone relaxed back into their chairs, displaying body language indicating they didn’t plan to participate.

The Yu Kingdom prince showed a mocking smile.

Go ahead and hawk your wares—soon you’ll face the embarrassment of a cold reception.

“…won’t sell her!” Jing Hengbo quickly added the second half of her sentence.

“…”

A moment of awkward silence.

The Yu Kingdom fat people stared wide-eyed, not understanding what medicine Jing Hengbo was selling in her gourd, then their eyes brightened and they began chuckling.

“If you won’t sell her, what else can you sell?” the fat prince said mockingly. “Then just apologize directly!”

Jing Hengbo chuckled and gestured to the air: “Auction item number three: one handsome man skilled in ghost-expelling and feigning death!”

“Ta-da-da-da!” A figure suddenly somersaulted to Jing Hengbo’s side, reached out and grinned as he put his arm around her shoulder: “Your Majesty, I knew you remembered me. Come give me a kiss!”

Before Young Marshal Pei could strike, Jing Hengbo pushed away the scruffy guy’s face, grabbed his cheeks, and turned him toward the crowd: “Come, come, look clearly. This handsome fellow—isn’t he rakishly decadent and charmingly dissolute? This is Xiao Yiyi, skilled in ghost-expelling and feigning death. Don’t ask me what that is—I don’t understand either. But just with this face, it should sell for a good price, right?”

Qi Yi smiled and waved to everyone in the crowd. Among the Seven Kills, Qi Yi was the oldest—with long flowing hair bound by a blue headband, sporting a sexy little goatee, and naturally flirtatious peach blossom eyes. He was exactly the type that mature women in boudoirs most favored.

Many noblewomen in the venue began glowing with interest, young ladies propped their chins watching this “sexy uncle” with eyes full of interest, but surprisingly, the first to ask about the price was a man.

The Liuli tribe elder with flickering dark light asked hoarsely: “Ghost-expelling and feigning death arts are lost mystical techniques. Does this person truly know them?”

“Old fellow from the Liuli tribe,” Qi Yi smiled and pointed at him. “Your clan is close to Ghost Wind Swamp and Liuli Desert—very heavy yin energy. Among your relatives and friends, is someone seriously ill?”

The Liuli elder’s face changed, immediately sitting up tensely. Several Liuli tribe members around him also showed uneasy expressions.

One whispered: “High Priest, this person is suspicious. How does he know such secrets!”

Another said: “High Priest, this matter must not be leaked. Why don’t we directly…” He made a chopping gesture.

“Fools!” the Liuli elder said coldly. “This matter is extremely secret—no one knows. Since this person can see the signs, it shows he truly has some ability. Perhaps this is our life-saving opportunity…” He immediately stood up, not questioning Qi Yi further, but directly asked Jing Hengbo: “What’s your price?”

Jing Hengbo’s eyes narrowed with a smile. Not remembering the person’s earlier assistance at all, she opened her mouth like a lion: “Starting price ten thousand taels of gold, minimum increase one hundred taels each time!”

“Fifteen thousand!” The elder didn’t wait for others to bid, immediately quoting a price, then winked at Jing Hengbo.

Seeing that wink, Jing Hengbo couldn’t stand it. This old fellow’s meaning was nothing more than pleading plus threatening—wanting to use twenty thousand taels plus the favor of helping her conceal the truth to trade for Qi Yi.

“Fine.” She looked skyward, smiling: “Then what I promised earlier doesn’t count.”

Earlier this old fellow had used the favor of helping with false testimony to trade for her promise never to set foot in Liuli territory. Now she was taking it back.

She was also very interested in the Liuli tribe’s ground full of glass. Besides, who knew if she’d need to enter Liuli territory in the future? Restrictions should definitely be minimized.

The elder coughed and said reluctantly: “Fine!”

The two were speaking in riddles that others naturally didn’t understand. Some people recognized the Liuli elder and, seeing his interest in Qi Yi, became interested themselves and were about to bid when Jing Hengbo waved her hand: “This price is good enough—more wouldn’t be worth it. I’m honest in business, fair to all, and can’t bear to deceive everyone, so I’ll sell to this gentleman from the Liuli tribe.”

Qi Yi shouted: “No way, I could clearly sell for two hundred thousand…” but was kicked toward the Liuli tribe by Jing Hengbo. The elder caught him and grinned as he grasped his hand, disappearing into the crowd. In a blink, both were gone. Watching this, Jing Hengbo got goosebumps all over—this, this sparse-haired old fellow wouldn’t have certain special preferences, would he? Selling Qi Yi like this, wasn’t she sending him into a den of iniquity?

On second thought, hehe, who was this? Seven Kills! They were always the ones harming others—when had anyone seen them suffer losses? Sell one, follow with seven—who could handle that?

The Yu Kingdom fat people across from her looked somewhat serious. They’d originally thought the Queen had no one left to sell, but somehow a person skilled in ghost arts had jumped out and been taken by the most mysterious Liuli tribe. The fat people looked around in the crowd, not understanding where that person had come from. But surely there couldn’t be one after another endlessly, right? Surely they couldn’t all sell for high prices, right?

This thought hadn’t finished forming when they heard Jing Hengbo shout: “Number Four, come out! Number Four, come out!”

“Stomp stomp stomp stomp!” A pair of long legs strode out, appearing before Jing Hengbo in a blink, hands on hips with a turn and flowing glance back with a smile: “Your Majesty, have I become more beautiful recently?”

Jing Hengbo rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, patting the tall, imposing Lu Er with his straight nose and square mouth, full of masculine bearing yet insisting on striking coquettish poses, on the shoulder. She smiled at the various country noblewomen whose gazes had automatically focused intensely: “No need for sales pitches—just look at the goods. This is Er Er, a collector’s edition golden ratio male model, skilled in insect control. Come, Er Er dear, show everyone your special skill.”

Lu Er smiled gracefully, looked around the circle, and crisply snapped his fingers.

Everyone held their breath waiting, but nothing happened. They all showed puzzled expressions.

The Yu Kingdom fat people waited a while and laughed: “That gesture looks like summoning thunder. What, is the Thunder God not awake, can’t strike down?”

Lu Er looked at that fellow with a smile and whispered something in Jing Hengbo’s ear.

“Sigh, after so many lessons, why don’t they learn?” Jing Hengbo shook her head, sighed, and flicked her finger.

“Roar!” A Yu Kingdom fat person suddenly covered his bottom and jumped up. The person jumped up, but his pants stayed behind. Only now did everyone see that under that mass of white flesh, black lines had appeared at some point. Looking carefully, they weren’t black lines because those lines were constantly changing and moving, seeming to be living creatures. Then they saw the group of Yu Kingdom people scatter in all directions, some angrily shouting: “Ants!” others yelling: “Poisonous insects!”

Palace lanterns were raised high, and only then did everyone see clearly that around the seats of the Yu Kingdom group, the ground was crawling with insects and ants. These insects and ants formed orderly ranks, continuously emerging from the dark depths like armies under command, constantly marching toward those flesh mountains. As the fat people leaped up, insects and ants continuously fell, crushed by layers of fat, piling up into mountains of insect corpses on the ground. It made people shudder all over, unable to imagine that in this season, under seemingly smooth, clean surfaces and underground, so many insects were still hidden. Only Lu Er shed tears and sighed, muttering: “My poor little ones…”

The fellow who had jumped up, leaving his pants behind, could no longer wear his original pants because the waistband had been bitten through by masses of insects and ants and was crawling with various colorful bugs. They had to hastily borrow companions’ clothes for cover, but their clothes were all custom-made and others’ wouldn’t fit, so everyone watched as their clothes got thinner and thinner, shivering and exposing flesh in the night wind.

This insect control technique made Yu Kingdom suffer while interesting others greatly. Many began bidding. Lu Er’s gaze swept through the crowd and suddenly pointed at a voluptuous woman, smiling: “I want to sell to you.”

Jing Hengbo remembered this woman was a widowed Princess Royal from Meng Kingdom. The Meng Kingdom princess also seemed very interested in Lu Er, sending a seductive glance from afar. Jing Hengbo squinted for a long time and asked Lu Er: “How did you pick her?”

“Oh, big chest.”

“How do you know?”

“Oh, I had ants bite through her breast binding.”

Jing Hengbo: “…”

Moments later, the Meng Kingdom Princess Royal successfully bought Lu Er for twelve thousand taels of gold. She covered her chest with one hand and led away Model Er with the other. Jing Hengbo saw the unstoppable turbulent waves between her horizontal arm and had to admire Lu Er’s incredibly precise vision from such a distance.

In a blink, two people had sold for twenty-seven thousand gold. The Yu Kingdom people’s faces had already darkened, their gazes searching the crowd worriedly. Someone whispered: “There can’t be more…”

The Yu Kingdom prince said decisively: “Such special talents—no country would have them by the handful. Absolutely impossible to have more…”

Before he finished speaking, Jing Hengbo raised her arm and called sweetly: “Number Five monk! Number Five monk!”

“Amitabha.” A figure flashed in the venue, and suddenly a clean, handsome young man appeared—snow-white skin, pink cheeks, black hair, clear eyes, hands pressed together cutely.

The Yu Kingdom fat people’s eyes all went dark.

“This is Buddha Country Rascal San San.” Jing Hengbo smiled as she pinched Wu Shan’s cheeks. “He knows nothing else, only chanting sutras. Heart Sutra, Infinite Life Sutra, Earth Store Sutra, Flower Ornament Sutra, Diamond Sutra, Earth Spirit Sutra, Spring Palace Sutra—all skillfully executed. With San San at home, gods and ghosts run wild. How about it? Want to try solemn flirtation or sacred romance? Very exciting.”

The adorable Wu Shan had always been pleasing to look at. His rolling eyes under that solemn, sacred expression were even more challenging. The bidding in the venue made Jing Hengbo smile so widely her teeth showed but not her eyes. Finally, it was concluded at eleven thousand taels. The price was slightly lower because Wu Shan refused to demonstrate his skilled chanting, saying this group had ghost-like thoughts and if he chanted, half would probably faint—then who would buy him? Jing Hengbo deeply agreed.

The one who finally bought the fake monk was a seven or eight-year-old little loli, the young daughter of Severed Feather tribe’s Zhan Xin. The fake monk smiled as he led the little girl around—they looked like a very pure pair, but Jing Hengbo distinctly heard Wu Shan telling the little girl: “Don’t call me brother, call me husband. Let’s call each other that secretly, Amitabha.”

Jing Hengbo: “…”

After mourning for Zhan Xin for two seconds, she rested briefly. The Yu Kingdom fat people across from her had been watching her movements, and now their eyes finally brightened.

“Looks like there’s no more!”

“I told you—how could there always be such talents!”

“Hahaha, only thirty-eight thousand taels, time’s almost up, half a stick of incense left! She won’t be able to complete it!”

“Hahahaha.” Jing Hengbo also laughed loudly. “Si Si, darling!”

“Coming!” Little uke Si Si’s voice was always so soul-stirring. An elf-like youth with light-colored hair, skin as rich white as milk, eyes with a touch of pale purple—strangely seductive, a creature who could inspire protective and predatory desires in most women without any skill enhancement needed.

People in the venue stared at Si Si, but Jing Hengbo only stared at the Yu Kingdom fat people, watching their repeatedly darkening expressions was so satisfying.

“Four Four!” she said concisely. “Medical saint little beauty, starting price same as before!”

No need for extensive introduction—those skilled in medicine were sought after in any era or region, especially after Si Si accurately diagnosed several royals’ hidden ailments and provided the Yu Kingdom fat prince with a consultation, saying he had venereal disease. Even Shang Kingdom’s Crown Prince joined the bidding war. Wonderfully, the Ji Kingdom, rumored to have an ill ruler, showed no interest in the divine doctor, while royal families from countries rumored to have healthy old kings competed fiercest for Si Si—quite thought-provoking.

“Ten thousand five hundred!”

“Eleven thousand!”

“Eleven thousand five hundred!”

“Twelve thousand!”

Competition was fierce, men and women both bidding, with Jing Hengbo constantly cheering: “Buy, buy, buy!”

Finally, Si Si was won by Shang Kingdom’s Crown Prince for fifteen thousand taels. The price could have gone higher, but customers were too embarrassed to compete too fiercely with the host, so they yielded. Seeing Shang Kingdom Crown Prince’s satisfied smile, everyone felt they could already see the old king’s sudden death in his eyes.

After selling Si Si, Jing Hengbo calculated the money in the venue, then squatted on the ground frowning.

The Yu Kingdom fat people, who had been tortured nearly to death, perked up.

“Ah, looks like there really is no more this time!”

“About time—how could there be so many at once?”

“Count how much money now? How much time left?”

“Seventy-eight thousand taels of gold! Still twenty-two thousand taels short… ah, the incense is almost burned out! Even if she drags out someone now, at most they’d sell for twenty thousand taels, plus introduction and bidding time—even if there’s someone, there’s absolutely no time to sell!”

“Hahaha, heaven helps me! Quick, find the kneeling mat—don’t let Her Majesty the Queen cheat when she loses!”

Jing Hengbo glanced at the nearly burned incense stick. Everyone now noticed time was almost up and whispered among themselves, casting sympathetic, comforting, and gloating glances.

Jing Hengbo stood up dejectedly, hanging her head and muttering: “Seems like…”

The Yu Kingdom fat people had already laid out the kneeling mat, staring intensely at the incense about to flicker and die. That incense stick seemed like a pair of mysterious red eyes, blinking mockingly at them.

“Seems like you can’t escape this kowtow…” the Yelu family people laughed loudly.

“Seems like…” Jing Hengbo looked up with a smile. “You really will have to scram every time you see me from now on—Five Five, Six Six, Seven Seven! All come rolling out!”

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.” Three consecutive sounds, and Shan Wu, Er Lu, and Yi Qi burst out, surrounding Jing Hengbo in a triangle.

“Finally let us out—nearly suffocated.”

“Why do I have to appear with these two! So beneath my dignity!”

“Dear! Why do I have to be sold too? I’m your future king consort, mwah!”

The venue erupted in commotion.

Where did the Jade Queen pull out so many strange people to sell?

One after another, thinking there were no more but always more appearing. Now three came out at once—did she have all the world’s weird people and monsters in her pocket?

Some counted the numbers and gradually understood, their expressions changing.

There were faint screaming sounds from all directions—no help for it, the Seven Kills actually all had good looks, premium quality second only to the two great State Preceptors. When appearing all at once, as long as they didn’t speak, they were definitely very attractive. Bronze-skinned with phoenix eyes and thin lips, richly masculine Er Lu; gentle, refined, graceful Shan Wu; long-browed, handsome, beautiful, warm Yi Qi—standing together created quite a visual impact.

Due to time constraints, Jing Hengbo spoke very quickly.

“Five Five, Six Six, Seven Seven. Skilled respectively in puppet arts, dream parasites, and soul-splitting techniques. Won’t elaborate—those who should understand will understand. Verification available anytime. Selling sincerely, clearance prices. Three together, starting price thirty thousand, minimum increase one thousand each time. Won’t sell if time runs out! Starting now!”

“Thirty-five thousand!” someone immediately called out loudly.

“Deal!” Jing Hengbo was even faster.

Everyone looked up—the timing incense flickered slightly just as her words landed, then went out.

Time was up.

A number jumped out in everyone’s minds, and countless people exhaled long breaths.

Jing Hengbo turned her head and smiled maliciously at the fat people.

“Pff.” The fat people spat blood onto the kneeling mat before them.