Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

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Ye Mo's eyes darkened slightly as she stirred the clear soup with her small hands, but her thoughts were no longer on the soup.

Did he... just speak...?

Should I answer him, or say something first...?

Ye Mo seemed to be lost in thought, her movements as she stirred the soup were like a machine, the force gradually decreasing as the mushrooms in the soup slowly gathered together.

No… he doesn’t need me to speak.

Suddenly, the mushrooms in the soup began to rotate rhythmically, causing the clear white color of the soup to gradually fade, and a rich aroma spread throughout the temple.

Ye Mo's eyes regained their starlight, and she focused wholeheartedly on cooking the soup, no longer distracted by other thoughts.

Looking back on everything that has happened, she has indeed crossed the line.

She had only known Jiang Yueming for a few days, and their relationship was far from being that close, yet she had too much physical contact with him, which was definitely overstepping her bounds.

Perhaps his earlier gesture of withdrawing his hand was a reminder to her that it was better to keep a certain distance between them.

Therefore, remaining silent and intentionally distancing oneself at this time would be a wise choice and approach.

"Ye Mo, remember this: you stay by his side only because he can taste your dishes and help you achieve your dream of becoming a master chef." Ye Mo took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the boiling soup, growing increasingly determined, and thought to herself.

After she cleared away some unnecessary emotional distractions, another kind of worry slowly crept into her mind.

That is the safety of Dinghai!

Jiang Yueming wasn't the only one who understood that a small sailboat couldn't beat a warship; she was perfectly aware of it as well.

Moreover, during the year she had been running the inn, she often heard the people talking about the border wars and the prestige of the royal family.

With the royal power of the Holy Dragon Empire in decline, three families have seized the opportunity to rise up and dominate the empire, dividing it into three parts.

The Heavenly Mystery Empire, ruled by Prime Minister Li and supported by the Li family, occupies 30% of the total area of ​​the Imperial State.

Wang Taiwei, supported by the Jiang and Zhang families, ruled the Starfall Empire, which occupied 50% of the total area of ​​the Imperial State, while the two families each controlled 25% of the area.

The true royal family could only exist in the Holy Dragon Empire, occupying 20% ​​of the total area of ​​the Imperial State. What's more, the empire was almost entirely composed of the former border regions of the Imperial State.

Therefore, there were continuous wars year after year, and the other two great empires turned a blind eye to it, instead using all sorts of means to suppress and erode it.

This resulted in the royal family becoming powerless and incompetent, officials becoming corrupt, the common people becoming displaced, and the army becoming impoverished and incapable of fighting.

Given such a perilous situation, it is easy to imagine how difficult it would be for a mere county town like Dinghai to withstand the powerful ships and cannons of the British!

Moreover, Dinghai is close to the mouth of the Yangtze River. Once Dinghai City falls and becomes a maritime supply station for the British, they can sail down the river at any time and directly attack the entire heartland of the Holy Dragon Empire.

By then, it won't just be the Holy Dragon Empire that will be consumed by war, but the entire Holy Dragon Empire!

Therefore, Dinghai must not be lost!

Jiang Yueming also held the same thought: once Dinghai was captured, the British barbarians would very likely head north and directly threaten the Holy Dragon Imperial Capital, Yanjing City!

The only way to break the deadlock right now is to negotiate with the British Dog Clan to buy time. After a year, he can create a fourth family and work with the royal family to reorganize the three families. Only then can he concentrate his forces to deal with the British Dog Clan.

Otherwise, the Holy Dragon Empire's strength alone is far too weak, making it impossible for them to confront the Yingquan Clan head-on.

"These three companies are always a problem," Jiang Yueming thought to himself after a moment of deep thought.

As long as the three sanctions against the Holy Dragon Empire remain in place, the royal family will never be able to build a combat-ready army.

Not to mention engaging in a direct battle with the British Dog Clan, that would be tantamount to striking a rock with a soft object!

Fortunately, Jiang Yueming had already mastered the flying spirit technique. According to the previous map, it would only take three days to fly to Dinghai. Given the speed of the Yingquan Clan's warships, it would probably take at least five days to reach Dinghai.

So in terms of time, it's not too urgent at the moment, but Ye Mo insists on going with him, and he really can't do anything about it.

Thinking of Ye Mo, Jiang Yueming suddenly turned his gaze to her. He saw her stirring the soup with a wooden spoon in one hand and fiddling with the fire with a small wooden stick in the other.

A wisp of heat rushed toward her face, tiny dewdrops seeped from her beautiful forehead, and her tightly bound high black ponytail began to loosen, especially the bangs in front of her forehead, which had long since slipped down into disarray.

Her pure white shirt was damp with sweat, and a pink patch suddenly appeared on her chest, perhaps because she had been squatting for too long. When she stood up to pick up some wild vegetables, her movements seemed a little sluggish and unnatural.

Seeing this, Jiang Yueming felt a pang of sadness. He knew that cooking was never an easy task, and the unavoidable fumes from cooking would linger on her head.

It's important to know that a girl's image is undoubtedly very important. After cooking all day, her hair will definitely become oily, and washing her hair is also a very troublesome thing for a girl.

If Ye Mo really does cook for him for a year as she said before, then she will have to wash her hair almost every day.

No, not almost, but definitely!

Jiang Yueming suddenly recalled what Huang Yuyuan had said earlier, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Expensive BMWs and luxurious residences ensure that those they want to protect are spared the hardships of life.

Does he have these...?

He did not.

Will he be able to afford it in the future...?

he does not know.

"Life's...not even a little bit of hardship," Jiang Yueming murmured, lost in thought as he watched Ye Mo's busy figure.

Isn't Ye Mo now shielding herself from the hardships of life?

Eating may seem ordinary, but it is an essential part of life.

Looking back on the journey, it seems that Ye Mo has given him so much, while he has helped her so little.

Should I say something first? It feels weird to stay silent all the time.

Jiang Yueming lowered her head and thought for a moment, then took a step forward.

"Ye Mo, I can help..."

"You've come at the perfect time. I've finished eating, but there's only one bowl. If you don't mind, there's some soup left in the pot."

As soon as the words left her lips, Ye Mo handed him the reddish-brown porcelain bowl, her eyes showing an unusual coldness. This gesture was as indifferent and devoid of warmth as if it were a routine matter.

Jiang Yueming was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. He glanced at the half-pot of steaming soup out of the corner of his eye, then shook his head and chuckled, "Not at all, not at all. It's Miss Ye's kind intention, after all."

Upon hearing the words "Miss Ye," Ye Mo's body trembled uncontrollably. Her pupils narrowed slightly, and her red lips seemed to part slightly. She put down the porcelain bowl and said, "Then, please do as you please."

After saying that, she turned and walked straight out of the temple. The sky outside was already completely dark, and a cold wind rushed towards her, penetrating her soaked white clothes and piercing her bones. But the cold she felt was not in her body.

Behind her, Jiang Yueming bent down and gently picked up the bowl, walking step by step toward the small iron pot. Her expression was calm and expressionless, but with each step she took, her legs felt incredibly heavy.

Ye Mo also walked slowly towards the outside, perhaps because she was going against the cold wind.

Walking to the pot, Jiang Yueming picked up the wooden spoon and suddenly felt a chill from the porcelain bowl in her palm. A hint of emotion finally appeared on her face.

He didn't immediately serve the soup, but his peripheral vision suddenly stopped and he looked somewhere, his brow furrowing.

A few breaths later, Ye Moyu stepped out of the temple threshold, looked down at the half-moon in her palm, and felt that the night wind tonight did not seem so cold.

She seemed to intentionally stand at the doorway, feeling the night breeze, until she heard a clinking sound. Only then did the half-moon in her palm shatter from her fingertips. Her jade-like legs took another step, and her entire figure completely disappeared into the boundless night...