A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao, with skin as thick as a city wall corner, pretended that nothing had happened.

He swiftly pulled Qiqi, who was peeking out curiously from behind, to the front, cleared his throat, and solemnly introduced her:

"Auntie, this is Qiqi, my pet!"

The Empress's captivating peach blossom eyes lit up genuinely when they fell upon Qi Qi, revealing an undisguised fascination.

A talking, intelligent, bright-eyed little zombie that isn't afraid of sunlight?

Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen this variety.

Fresh!

Qiqi was a little stunned by the empress's dazzling red dress and overly beautiful face.

Her little mouth was slightly open, her face tilted upwards, and her big, innocent eyes stared at the Empress without blinking, filled with pure curiosity and without a trace of fear.

Then, under Ji Zuodao's slightly nervous gaze, the little girl seemed to have finally confirmed something. A bright, slightly shy smile bloomed on her face. Her voice was soft and sweet, yet her words were clear and her tone was extremely serious.

"Hello, Auntie~"

"Auntie...you're so beautiful!"

"Like a fairy from a New Year's painting! No, even more beautiful than a New Year's painting!"

There are no techniques involved, only emotions.

If Ji Zuodao only managed to carve out a small space in the Empress's heart by relying on his top-notch tea skills honed over many years and his saccharine eloquence, then...

That Qiqi relied on the most primitive, simple, and indefensible sincerity.

Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.

Especially when this sincerity comes from the mouth of a little zombie with clear eyes, an adorable face, and an air of innocent naivety, spoken in the most earnest tone.

Damage is doubled, critical hits, armor penetration, and ignores all magic resistance.

The Empress was clearly hit squarely by this "sincere and straightforward" approach.

She was taken aback at first, and then her usually languid and playful peach blossom eyes curved into crescents at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her red lips curved into a smile, and a soft, sweet laugh escaped her throat.

"Giggle... Oh my, what a sweet little mouth!"

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently tapped Qiqi's forehead. The touch was slightly cool, but the vibrant and lively aura emanating from her was undeniable.

"He's much better at talking than that jerk who only knows how to annoy his auntie~"

She glanced meaningfully at the little fox pretending to be dead on the ground.

To be genuinely praised by such a well-behaved, beautiful, and sweet-talking little one as "more beautiful than the fairy in the New Year's painting."

Even though the Empress had seen many storms, she felt completely refreshed at this moment, as if a hot spring was flowing through her heart, warm and light.

Tsk, even the non-existent fine lines at the corners of her eyes seem to have smoothed out.

I feel like I've become eight hundred years younger.

When Qiqi was tapped on the forehead, she didn't flinch. Instead, as if she had received some kind of permission, her big eyes shone even brighter.

She glanced at the Empress leaning against the old sofa, then at her own empty little hands, as if suddenly remembering something, and her short legs darted over to the Empress's side.

Then, to Ji Zuodao's somewhat astonishment—

The little girl scurried up to the edge of the sofa, stretched out her two pale but soft little hands, made them into fists, and began to gently pound on her mother's shoulders in a very professional manner.

"Qiqi, give Auntie a shoulder massage!"

As she massaged, she looked up at her with a serious expression and asked, "Auntie, is this enough force? Isn't it too heavy?"

The movements were a little awkward, but the desire to "be nice to the pretty auntie" was overflowing.

The Empress was genuinely surprised, but what welled up in her heart was an even stronger feeling of affection and comfort.

Oh dear, this girl!

How can you be so adorable!

She's well-behaved, sweet, and considerate!

In contrast, there was a dejected, runaway fox in the room.

Sit down!

A world of difference!

The Empress enjoyed the gentle, just-right pounding on her shoulders, her eyes half-closed, so comfortable she almost hummed out loud.

The more she looked at Qiqi, the more she liked her. She felt that this girl was exactly the kind of girl she fantasized about, and she was exactly the kind of girl she imagined a "well-behaved junior" to be.

A bold idea, perfectly in line with her usual "if I see something I want, I want it" approach, popped into her head.

She lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze sweeping over Ji Zuodao, who was somewhat bewildered by Qi Qi's "scene-stealing" beside her. Her red lips parted slightly:

"Little Princess~"

"That little girl is incredibly clever!"

"I think... how about we reconcile our two families' affairs?"

She extended her jade-like finger, painted with bright red nail polish, and casually pointed to the little fox on the ground, which had given up struggling and lay like a pile of fox fur rugs devoid of dreams:

"I'm just a debt collector!"

"My sweet little girl~"

"What do you think?"

Ji Zuo said: "...???"

The smile on his face froze completely.

Want to change it?

Pick up that worthless fox on the ground—it only causes trouble, runs away, and even stole twenty-seven gold bars…

How about his sweet and well-behaved little sister Qiqi, who can deliver a powerful blow with her sincere and straightforward approach?

Aunt!

Your abacus beads!

It's almost flying into my face!!!

Is this some kind of deal that a human... no, a fox, could propose?!

On the ground, the little fox's ears twitched almost imperceptibly.

It didn't even bother to lift its eyelids; in its heart, it used the last bit of strength to silently and wearily raise an invisible middle finger to this absurd world.

Oh.

Let's change it.

Hurry up.

Pick up this unwanted fox.

Keep this adorable little zombie.

tired.

Hurry up.

Destroy it.

This world is full of contrasting harm.

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao stiffened his neck, glared, and shook his head vigorously, his voice resolute and unwavering.

"No! Absolutely no! I'd rather die than change it!"

What a joke!

Ji Zuodao is fond of swindling and cheating, has a gambling addiction, and occasionally does petty theft, despicable and shameless things...

But he's not mentally ill!

Can you trade a soft, fragrant little cake for a lump of poop?

The Empress was not surprised by his strong reaction at all; in fact, her smile deepened, as if she had expected him to say such a thing.

The little fox was too lazy to even move its ears this time, completely entering a meditative state of "nonviolent non-cooperation".

It understood.

I've truly understood.

The chaos of the world is all illusion.

Family ties and romantic love are all fleeting.

What's the difference between replacing it and not replacing it?

What joy is there in living, and what sorrow in dying?

The life of a fox is like a rubber band that is repeatedly stretched; if it is stretched too tight, it will eventually snap.

Rather than struggling painfully, it's better to lie down and let the ridicule linger.

"Hey, Ji, don't be so absolute~"

The empress's voice was sweet and charming, with a long, drawn-out tone.

"Auntie knows, Qiqi is your precious darling, your little darling~"

"But Auntie isn't the kind of person who would take advantage of others or act unreasonably, right?"

As she spoke, her slender hand slowly reached towards the collar of her fiery red dress.

The movement was elegant, languid, and even carried an indescribable, alluring charm.

Ji Zuodao subconsciously held his breath, his gaze somewhat unfocused, and some inappropriate and unhealthy thoughts flashed through his mind—

Wait! Auntie! What are you doing?! A honey trap? Seduction? This...this isn't a good idea!

While I admit you certainly have the looks, am I, Ji Zuodao, the kind of person who would betray his sister for beauty?!

I……

I need to hesitate for at least three seconds!

However, the empress's hand only gently reached out at the breathtaking curve of her bodice, her fingertips seemingly grasping something.

Then, he flipped his wrist.

A seed, about the size of a fingernail, jet black in color, with a dark sheen on its surface, appeared on her fair fingertip.

The black seed looked ordinary, even somewhat unremarkable.

But the moment it was exposed to the air—

"Buzz..."

Ji Zuodao felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand!

All the blood in my body seemed to rush towards that tiny seed!