Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 50 Xiangyang, the Zhou Family, Nuwa
Looking at Nuonuo, who was talking non-stop in front of me.

Chu Zihang keenly noticed her change.

At first, Nono was quite indifferent to the interview, treating it as a formality and even joking with him.

But now.

She seemed like a completely different person.

The "old thing" Nono was referring to was undoubtedly the head of the Chen family. Whenever she talked about her father, her eyes would flash with intense hatred, and her voice would reveal a boundless hatred, as if she desperately wanted that person to die immediately!

And what happened during this time...

It was simply that Lu Mingfei arrived at the hotel, and the two met in front of the restroom and chatted for a while.

What exactly did they talk about?

Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.

……

The initial plan has been discussed and agreed upon.

Nono returned to her suite at the Regent Hotel alone, feeling completely relaxed, and collapsed onto the bed.

"It really... hurts."

Nono buried her face in the soft pillow and mumbled softly.

The aftereffects of the previous uncontrolled deep profiling haven't completely subsided; a stinging sensation still lingers. If I were to hold up a mirror, I might be able to see faint, throbbing veins deep within my smooth forehead.

This amazing ability is like having one's soul attached to another person, experiencing their joys and sorrows, and feeling all their pain and pleasure.

Normally, she would never activate this ability in a place like a prison, cell, or cave.

No matter how much money you offer or how many sweet words you say, she absolutely won't do it! After all, who wants to torture themselves for no reason?
But this in-depth profiling came so abruptly... and inexplicably!
But what distressed her even more was the face she vaguely saw!

She looks exactly like herself!
"Whose memories are these? Mine? Or someone who looks exactly like me?"

While feeling confused, Nuonuo felt a chill creeping over her body.

It was a ruthless and protracted interrogation, with a meticulously designed mechanical system that repeatedly suffocated you to the brink of death, asking you questions just as you were about to have a mental breakdown.

Even though she was filled with resentment towards the Chen family after her mother's death, had long since thrown away the black card that symbolized her status, and rarely went home for holidays, she was still a noblewoman from the mixed-race world, the eldest daughter of the Chen family.

Anyone who dares to use torture on Miss Chen will be punished tenfold by that stern man, who is as stern as a terracotta warrior, by having his head submerged in a steel furnace!

unless……

“Lu Mingfei, he must know something… no, he must have a way of knowing something!” Nuonuo muttered to herself.

At that moment, she couldn't help but recall the conversation the two had had at the bathroom door.

Lu Mingfei's reminder and suggestions coincided with his own thoughts.

If that scene really happened, the only people who could do such a thing, or rather, dare to do such a thing, are probably the Chen family... or even that 'Mr. Chen' himself!
At that time, she also started profiling, which was an innate instinct of hers. The profiling results showed that Lu Mingfei was indeed completely unaware of the inside story, but there was clearly a sense of confidence deep in his eyes.

It's as if you can find out anytime you want to know.

But he just didn't want to.

"Damn it! Why did this happen?"

Nono scratched her head in frustration, completely baffled by the reasoning behind it.

I don't know how to get Lu Mingfei to go from 'not wanting' to 'wanting'.

"Should I ask him for help? But how can I do that? We're not that close..."

Ruffled her messy hair, Nono grabbed her phone, and scrolled to the bottom of her contacts to find a number.

"Never mind, let's take care of business first. Let's call Zhou Minhao."

……

Xiangyang, Tang Dynasty City.

A young man in a suit strode quickly toward a grand hall in the style of the Tang Dynasty.

Like most of the nearby antique-style buildings, this hall features the iconic Tang Dynasty architecture with its expansive roof, deep eaves, and massive brackets. Colorful lanterns hang in the four corners, giving it a grand and imposing presence. Several people dressed in Tang Dynasty attire stand in two rows at the entrance, resembling solemn and dignified generals before the palace.

At first glance, you might mistake it for a period drama crew filming.

As for this young man dressed in modern clothes... he's probably a member of the film crew, or maybe he's about to change into his costume for a minor role.

"My name is Zhou Minhao. I have important matters to report to the Nuwa Lord. Please inform her," the young man said, bowing respectfully.

"Do you have a request letter?" the older general in charge of the palace asked expressionlessly.

"It concerns the Chen family and Kassel College. The incident happened so suddenly that we didn't have time to prepare," Zhou Minhao said respectfully.

The general in front of the palace straightened his expression slightly.

It wasn't because of the Chen family's or Kassel College's reputation, but because Zhou Minhao hadn't prepared an invitation! Was the suddenness of the event a valid excuse? If everyone demanded to see the Goddess of the West like this, the Zhou family would be in complete chaos!

but.

After thinking for a moment, he decided against having the young man go back and prepare an invitation to come again.

After all, over the years, Nuwa has indeed emphasized the need to 'discard tradition and keep pace with the times,' and sticking to the old ways all the time is not a good thing... well, efficiency.

"You wait here."

After a while.

The general returned from the depths of the main hall, his expression still solemn: "The goddess Nuwa's game is not yet over. Please enter the hall and wait a moment."

"Yes." Zhou Minhao didn't dare to be negligent and returned the greeting.

After entering the main hall, I sat on a prayer mat.

Soon, the sound of string and wind instruments drifted from the depths of the main hall, and several young men carried out a sedan chair.

Or, to put it another way, it's called a "palanquin." The Tang Dynasty painter Yan Liben once painted a picture called "The Emperor's Carriage," in which Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, sits on a "palanquin" carried by two palace maids, with other palace maids supporting him at the four corners. The "palanquin" in front of us is roughly the same in terms of specifications.

A little girl sat on the table, dressed in a gorgeous Tang dress with an extremely long train. Her hair was draped like a fan, and her face was small and round, with no trace of makeup. Her features were like those of a jade doll, and she held a laptop in her hand.

“Zhou Minhao, I remember you. You studied in England before, right?” The girl spoke first, her voice clear and distinct.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I just graduated from Imperial College London last year. Before that, I attended Brighton College for high school, and before that..."

"Alright, alright, why are you so long-winded? You make me think you came from a private school. Just get to the point, I'm about to start my game again." Nuwa rolled her eyes.

"Oh, oh..." Zhou Minhao smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself that the current Nuwa was indeed as rumored.

He then took a deep breath and said again, "The eldest daughter of the Chen family, Chen Motong, called me and said that Kassel College and the Chen family have recently..."

He immediately repeated Chen Motong's words.

"Tsk... the Chen family."

As she muttered those two words, a clear look of disgust appeared in Nuwa's eyes.

Zhou Minhao respectfully performed the ritual, awaiting Nuwa's decision.

half an hour.

“Then I shall go!” Nuwa said solemnly.

"Absolutely not!" Zhou Minhao exclaimed in shock, and the sedan chair bearers around him also tried to dissuade him.

As the head of the Zhou family, Nuwa held an extremely high position. Even if the atmosphere between Kassel College and the Chen family was merely tense, she would not need to personally intervene. She could simply send someone to set up the Dragon-Slaying Platform to let both sides know the Zhou family's attitude.

Hearing the noisy chatter around her, Nuwa's face darkened.

However, she did not insist. Due to her health condition, it was indeed inconvenient for her to travel far, and she had already been matched with someone in the game.

"Then Zhou Minhao, you can go. Remember to bring the family's keepsake."

"Lord Nuwa, what is our stance...?" Zhou Minhao asked tentatively.

"Whatever." Nuwa waved her hand, indicating that such a trivial matter was not worth worrying about. She then focused her attention on the laptop screen. Her gaming skills were very high; she could play without a mouse, using only the touchpad.

"Oh, by the way, do you play games, Zhou Minhao?"

"Uh... have a little fun?"

"Interstellar or Warcraft?" Nuwa's eyes brightened slightly.

"We just play Spider Solitaire and stuff like that," Zhou Minhao said awkwardly.

"...Get out of here!"

Nuwa's face darkened instantly.

Zhou Minhao's hurried figure disappeared into the hall.

The palanquin set off again.

Nuwa glanced at the prematurely withered, hundred-year-old Jade Butterfly Dragon in the bronze bonsai in the palace, and the golden light in her eyes suddenly flickered, like blooming golden petals.

"And who stirred up the winds this time?"

As the seemingly soliloquized words fell, a gentle breeze suddenly arose in the hall, lifting a corner of the skirt and revealing only the white, tender feet, as well as the curved limbs that resembled a dragon or a snake.

The palanquin disappeared into the depths of the main hall.

A lone white flower bud has quietly sprouted on the branch.

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