Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Officials..."

Ye Mo's eyes were slightly lowered, and a hint of obscure dust seemed to flash in them.

In the year since she opened her shop, she has come into contact with all sorts of ordinary people, but she knows very little about government officials.

However, I occasionally overhear conversations among diners from all over the country, and they all seem to have a lot of complaints about those officials.

It's no wonder that the Holy Dragon Empire is currently facing a tense border war, and the imperial court is increasing taxation to address the military supply problem.

Add to that the corruption of the bureaucracy and the class contempt of the nobility, all of whom emphasized class distinctions and regarded the common people as worthless and indifferent.

This has led to a widening gap between the rich and poor in the Imperial State, and the lives of the people have become increasingly difficult. Ye Mo has personally witnessed the tragic scene of buying and selling wives and daughters in order to survive at the border, and even worse, some people have resorted to exchanging children to eat!

"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the road, frozen corpses lie." This saying is not just something in a book; when it becomes reality, you'll find that even two short sentences are insufficient to describe the tragic state of a chaotic world.

"I hope the border war will end soon, otherwise the people of the Imperial State may really not be able to hold on," Ye Mo said softly, her eyes slightly closed and a look of helplessness and sorrow appearing on her face.

However, judging from the current situation, the most deadly hidden danger in the entire Imperial State is not on the border, but in the emotions of the people inside.

Jiang Yueming glanced sideways and noticed that Ye Mo looked like she was in pain. She blinked and asked, "What's wrong? Is it your period?"

Hearing the boy's concerned words, Ye Mo immediately pursed her red lips, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, and said, "What...what are you thinking! I just..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her cheeks flushed even more, and she raised her fist to punch Jiang Yueming.

"Ouch!" Jiang Yueming felt a pain and immediately coughed to ease the awkwardness: "Ahem... Thank you for your hospitality, Boss Ye. I have to go now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door in a very hurried manner, as if he wanted to escape something.

Actually, when he saw Ye Mo's shy appearance, his heart rate rose abnormally. He didn't know why, but whenever Ye Mo got close, his heart would tremble uncontrollably.

"Hey! Jiang Yueming, wait a minute, I have something for you." Ye Mo suddenly looked up and saw that the figure was almost leaving the inn's entrance, so she hurriedly called out to him.

Jiang Yueming stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and looked at Ye Mo with a puzzled expression: "Um... you want to give..."

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

Ye Mo didn't give Jiang Yueming a chance to speak. She took long, slender steps and ran upstairs to the second floor, leaving only a hurried figure behind.

Jiang Yueming naturally didn't stand there dumbfounded. He found a table and sat down, tapping his index finger on the table while waiting for Ye Mo.

On the second floor, as Ye Mo ran up, a half-open room came into view. The wind blowing in from the inner window gently fanned the antique mahogany door, and in an instant, the lavish meal on the table, which had been scrambled to pieces, was revealed.

Ye Mo's eyes narrowed, her delicate hand slightly covering her soft, fragrant mouth, a hint of shock appearing on her jade-like face.

He...he ate the food I cooked?!

She suddenly remembered the words "thank you for your hospitality" spoken by the young man downstairs, and a hint of spring-like passion seemed to melt into her eyes, her face flushed with a faint, charming blush.

From childhood to adulthood, no one could stomach Ye Mo's cooking. Those who tried the dishes, regardless of gender, either made various excuses to refuse or simply fled in panic.

Although it wasn't the first time she had cooked for someone, this was the first time someone was willing to eat her cooking.

At that moment, she felt as if a sweet honey had melted in her heart, and her red lips couldn't help but curve into a smile, but a hint of calculation flashed in her bright eyes.

……

Downstairs, Jiang Yueming sat on a chair, idly fiddling with a simple teacup, when suddenly her nose itched and she sneezed loudly.

"Ah! Could it be that Zhang Dongyang is badmouthing me behind my back?" Jiang Yueming rubbed the tip of her nose and muttered softly.

boom!

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Yueming suddenly heard a porcelain bowl shattering and a man's roar beside her ear, so she turned around.

His gaze shifted, his expression instantly froze, he gripped the teacup he was playing with tightly, and even his breathing paused slightly.

They were two men!

No! To be precise, they were two men dressed in modern black clothing!!

"Strange? Could they be time travelers too?" Jiang Yueming calmly withdrew his gaze, observing the two men only out of the corner of his eye.

The two men stepped into the inn, exuding an invisible pressure that caused the surrounding diners to lower their voices in unison.

The servant who had fallen to the ground was also filled with fear and hurriedly avoided the man in black.

The silver-haired man at the front was wearing a black turtleneck trench coat and a black hat, his face obscured by his bangs.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he had an extremely indifferent expression, as if he didn't care how many people he had killed.

Behind him followed a robust, muscular man in sunglasses, dressed in an all-black suit and a black hat, with a noticeable scar between his right eyebrows.

Others might not find it strange; at most, they'd just see him as a foreigner. But Jiang Yueming was different!

These two are dressed exactly like modern people!

After the two men entered the inn, they found an extremely secluded spot to sit down. The silver-haired man had just sat down when he suddenly seemed to sense something, and his fierce gaze instantly swept towards Jiang Yueming out of the corner of his eye.

Jiang Yueming's body suddenly trembled, and he immediately picked up the teapot and poured a cup of boiling tea, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The silver-haired man's gaze held a chilling murderous intent that even Jiang Yueming found oppressive.

Who exactly are they?

Jiang Yueming picked up her teacup and pretended to drink tea, but while looking up, she glanced at the two men out of the corner of her eye.

"Brother, I heard that the Celestial Maiden has been captured by the immortals. Should we go out and help...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the silver-haired man shook his head, his expression cold, and said, "Let's do our thing. Don't worry about that woman."

The man in sunglasses paused, then said, "Brother, why do you think he chose to meet us here? Wouldn't the previous location have been more secluded?"

"It doesn't matter. If necessary, none of the people here will survive," the silver-haired man said coldly, his gloomy eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Not far away, Jiang Yueming vaguely heard the words "cannot survive," and his brows furrowed even more. He had to get closer to the man in black.

Only then can you fully understand what they are plotting.

Thinking this, Jiang Yueming looked up and suddenly saw a servant carrying a red tray with tea in his hand, and an idea came to her mind.

He was drinking water again when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that two men in black were still talking and hadn't noticed him. He immediately moved to the side of the servant who was bringing him water.

"Hey, I'm your boss's honored guest. Let me bring you this bowl of water."

The servant looked Jiang Yueming closely, handed him the tray, and said, "You have to be careful. Just now, Jiang accidentally bumped into those two people and got yelled at. Judging from their appearance, they're probably villains."

Upon hearing the word "villain," Jiang Yueming's lips twitched slightly. He then picked up two teacups from the tray and said with a smile, "You go first, and I'll follow behind you. If they don't order anything later, slowly pour them tea, understand?"

"Slowly? Alright then." The servant looked at Jiang Yueming with doubt, but finally agreed.

"Let's go then," Jiang Yueming said, standing behind the servant and gesturing for him to walk forward.

The man in sunglasses tugged at his cuff, staring at the time on a mechanical watch, and said, "Big brother, it's almost time, let's go..."

"Shut up!" The silver-haired man caught sight of Jiang Yueming approaching out of the corner of his eye and shouted coldly.

The man in sunglasses was startled. He hid his watch back in his sleeve and saw the servant bringing tea. He reached out to take the teacup that Jiang Yueming was offering.

The silver-haired man suddenly stood up, and spoke again, his voice devoid of warmth: "Go."

After saying that, he walked straight to the door with a frosty expression, his silver hair swaying slowly in the air, his tall figure exuding a cold and stern aura.

Seeing that the older man had left, the man in sunglasses followed closely behind without saying a word.

"Heh, that silver-haired man is quite wary," Jiang Yueming said, frowning as she watched their departing figures.

Whether it was the first time they noticed his peripheral vision, or the moment they saw him, they immediately stopped the man in sunglasses.

This silver-haired man is definitely not an ordinary person; he must be hiding some great secret!

"Take this," Jiang Yueming put the teacup back on the tray and took a step to follow the man in black, but was stopped by a clear, melodious voice.

"Jiang Yueming, come up here for a moment."