Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1249. The Book at Night (37)

"Excuse me, who are you...?" Wenya began.

"Are you all here to laugh at me for being 'vicious and jealous'?"

The woman's voice trembled, and her fingers unconsciously twisted her skirt.

“I was born a slave, and had no choice but to become the master’s concubine. Jia Huan is my only hope. I only wanted to give Huan’er some dignity, but I was accused of ‘using witchcraft to harm Bao Yu and Dai Yu’; I was good to Tan Chun, but I was accused of ‘trying to use a girl to climb the social ladder’—tell me, in this Jia family, how can a concubine like me survive except by fighting?”

"So it's Aunt Zhao." Lin Xi frowned slightly.

She also didn't like the character very much.

“What she said makes sense,” Ouyang Xichen said.

Yes, who doesn't have the right to "fight"?
—Aunt Zhou isn't always quiet.

—It seems that Aunt Zhou was not favored by the emperor and did not have any children.

—If I were in their shoes, I would fight for it too!

—I think I'll pass. I can't survive the first episode of a palace intrigue, and I'd have a hard time with a domestic intrigue too.

Everyone likes Qingwen. If Qingwen had become Jia Baoyu's concubine, there would probably have been a lot of fighting and scrambling for her.

—I actually quite enjoy things that involve competition and scrambling.

Xia Jin's interpretation was once again inspired, this time the light band had a faint pink hue, much like the crabapple blossoms of the Jia family mansion.

The scene that appeared in the light band was: Aunt Zhao secretly sewing a cotton coat for Jia Huan, the stitches were coarse but dense.

When Tan Chun was married off to a distant place, she hid in a corner and cried, clutching the silver lock that Tan Chun had worn when she was a child.

When Madam Wang slapped her in front of the servants, she gritted her teeth and didn't cry, but at night she stared blankly at the moon and muttered, "If only I had been born into a respectable family."

"So you were so good to Tan Chun..." Qingqing said softly, looking at the screen.

She used to read "Dream of the Red Chamber" and always felt that Aunt Zhao only used Tan Chun.

"I'm her mother!" Aunt Zhao suddenly burst into tears. "I know I'm uneducated and speak crudely, but how could I harm my own daughter? Does everyone think I'm wicked so that Madam Wang's 'virtue' can stand out?"

Two dark figures darted out from behind the bookshelf and pounced on Aunt Zhao.

Guo Yuelang immediately picked up a copy of "The Thirteen Classics with Commentaries" from the ground and threw it at the dark figure. The ancient book hit the dark figure and made a "sizzling" sound.

"Xia Jin, hurry!" Quan Quan said.

Xia Jin combined the pages of memory with the light of inspiration, and golden light enveloped Aunt Zhao.

“Aunt Zhao, we understand your predicament,” Xia Jin said softly.

As Aunt Zhao gazed at the band of light, her tears flowed even more freely. Suddenly, a fragment of a golden rune with a silver lock pattern floated out from her chest, joining the two previous fragments and emitting a soft light.

"Thank you, young lady." Aunt Zhao curtsied to Xia Jin. "These fragments are my keepsakes for Huan'er and Tan Chun; please accept them as a gift!"

When Aunt Zhao's light merged into the pages of "Dream of the Red Chamber," the crystal chandelier suddenly became exceptionally bright, and the three rune fragments in Xia Jin's hand began to rotate, gradually forming an incomplete circle.

Quan Quan stared at the circle, lost in thought.

"It seems we need to find at least one more fragment to complete the literary rune. Look, the 'Journey to the West' bookshelf on the north side looks like it'll be lit up soon..."

Everyone followed Quan Quan's gaze.

The light from the row of books in "Journey to the West" is slowly gathering.

A gust of hot wind, carrying the smell of burning, rushed out from the crack, making everyone's hair fly wildly. Before they could even stand still, a figure draped in a scarlet gauze dress floated out from between the pages of the book. In her hand she clutched a tattered banana leaf fan, the surface of which still bore black spots from the flames, and the hem of her dress was stained with dark red ash.

—I know, no need to guess.

—Princess Iron Fan.

—Hahahaha, I know that too.

—That monster wouldn't even give the Banana Leaf Fan to Sun Wukong; I used to hate her when I was a kid.

—I'm alright, but what I dislike the most is the White Bone Demon.

—I really hate Tang Sanzang, he keeps reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra.

"Here to ask for Sun Wukong's fan again?" Princess Iron Fan's voice was cold. Her gaze swept over the crowd, landing on the hourglass in Xia Jin's palm, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes. "Or do you also think I'm an evil demon hindering the journey to the West?"

Bai Yueming raised an eyebrow: "That's not right. We're quite open-minded. If you have any grievances, feel free to speak up."

Upon hearing this, Princess Iron Fan tightened her grip on the banana leaf fan slightly, causing the black spots on the fan surface to gleam faintly.

"I wouldn't say I'm wronged. I just feel a bit indignant because I didn't do anything wrong. I refused to lend the fan to Sun Wukong, which caused Tang Sanzang and his disciples to be blocked at the Flaming Mountains, all because I hoped to see my son again someday. Is that wrong?"

“That’s right, I can understand,” Xiaoqin said.

Bai nodded repeatedly beside Xiao Qin.

"And the Bull Demon King! He disliked that I had become gloomy because of missing Red Boy, so he turned around and hung out with the Jade-Faced Fox, and didn't even care about the Flaming Mountain!"

People only criticize me for being jealous and hindering the journey to the West, but who saw me crying until dawn while holding my son's old bib?
Is it only by portraying me as a "spoiled and unruly witch" that Sun Wukong's "justice" and Tang Sanzang's "compassion" can be highlighted?

No sooner had the words left his mouth than four dark figures suddenly sprang out from the north side of the stage, even more ferocious than before, roaring, "Witch, stop trying to deny it!"

Bai Yueming immediately threw the flames in his palm into the air, transforming them into a net of fire to block the dark figure.

"Xia Jin, quickly use the Page of Memory to stabilize her memory!" Xiao Qin said.

Xia Jin immediately pressed the page of memory in her palm towards the surface, and the golden light suddenly surged, causing the scorch marks on Princess Iron Fan's gauze dress to fade.

The banana leaf fan in her hand suddenly shone with golden light, and the black spots on the fan surface gradually faded away. A golden rune fragment with a banana leaf fan pattern floated out from the handle and gently collided with the three fragments in Xia Jin's hand, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you, young lady." Princess Iron Fan bowed deeply to Xia Jin, her scarlet gauze dress gradually becoming transparent. "This rune fragment is the manifestation of my concern for Red Boy. I hope it will be of some help to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Iron Fan's figure transformed into a ray of light and merged into the crystal chandelier in the center of the stage.

The golden rune fragment slowly fell and was caught steadily by Xia Jin.

Soon, the fragments merged into the ring, and the ring became whole again.

Just then, a line of words appeared next to the crystal chandelier.

"Go to the Science District, find the out-of-control chaotic creation, stabilize and decompose it to form the Tower of Science."

"Who the hell designed this level?!" Bai Yueming couldn't help but blurt out. "Once I get out, I'll smash his head in!"

After saying that, Bai Yueming smiled again.

"The prerequisite is that I have to find him."

The live stream chat was filled with "hahahahahahaha".

Lin Xi, Huang Jingjing, and Guo Yuelang all pretended not to hear Bai Yueming's words and did not exchange any glances.

"It's really annoying!" Chu Xue replied helplessly. "But there's no way around it, we have to keep going!"