Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Now that you know I'm a son-in-law living with his wife's family, are you aware of my one-year agreement with the three families?"

Jiang Yueming spoke calmly and slowly.

Now that Huang Yuyuan already knows all his secrets, there's no need for him to play any more underhanded tricks.

In fact, upon closer examination, the one-year agreement was his biggest trump card, and the key figure behind this trump card was Li Tianyun, the head of the Li family!

Huang Yuyuan probably doesn't know that the Li family already has the power to overpower the Zhang and Jiang families. Even if Zhang Yuan and Jiang Xuan won't offend a second-grade alchemist for his sake.

But Li Tianyun is different. To him, Jiang Yueming is a sharp blade that pierces the Jiang family. Now that the blade is in danger of being broken, who knows if the Li family head will not kill Huang Yuyuan?

Furthermore, the powerful figure behind the Li family is even more mysterious and unpredictable. With such a powerful figure backing them up, what can a mere alchemist do?

The reason he didn't immediately produce Li Tianyun was because he wasn't sure if Huang Yuyuan believed he was the son-in-law of the Jiang family.

If I reveal my identity first, how much trust can someone as cunning as Huang Yuyuan have?

It would be better to let him find out for himself, but Jiang Yueming was still surprised by his methods.

This person is indeed a formidable opponent.

"So what if it's a one-year agreement? My master is an alchemist. Even if the Jiang family really wants to pursue this matter, we can just compensate with a few pills."

The man with the sword tattoo nodded at Jiang Yueming, his gesture full of provocation.

"So what if he's just a mere son-in-law? How dare he threaten us? What a joke!" Zhao Hao echoed Li Jianwen's mocking words, stomping his foot as a huge green venomous snake coiled behind him, its scarlet beastly eyes locking onto Jiang Yueming's back.

Upon seeing this, the thirty-odd impoverished people who had been kneeling on the ground couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, Xiao Tao, you see? We lowly people can never possibly outwit those nobles in our entire lives."

"The woman behind him was quite beautiful, but it's a pity she's about to die today. We really couldn't fight back."

"The upper echelons are so powerful; how could we commoners possibly compete with them!"

Amidst the whispers, Ye Mo frowned slightly, tugged at Jiang Yueming's sleeve, and pursed her red lips as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately she didn't utter a word.

Suddenly, a way to break the deadlock came to her mind, but this method might be absolutely unacceptable to Jiang Yueming.

The same applies to her.

But the situation is urgent, and this is the only option she has; otherwise, Jiang Yueming might very well die on the spot today!

"What, you feel hopeless too?" Jiang Yueming turned to look at Ye Mo's fair and delicate face and chuckled.

"No, it's just that I feel Huang Yuyuan's target has always been me, not you."

Jiang Yueming paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said with a deep look in her eyes, "What you're saying seems to make sense."

Huang Yuyuan had deliberately ridiculed him in front of Ye Mo, which was quite a display of his competitive spirit.

However, Huang Yuyuan was overthinking things. He had no intention of overstepping his bounds with Ye Mo. At most, they were just good friends.

As for thinking about it emotionally, that's absolutely impossible, because that's Jiang Yueming's little secret.

A deep and broken secret.

Ye Molian suddenly moved lightly in front of Jiang Yueming, raised her eyes to gaze at Huang Yuyuan, and slowly opened her small mouth: "Huang Yuyuan, state your conditions. I want this person to leave here safely."

As she spoke, Ye Moyu pointed behind her, grabbed Jiang Yueming's collar, and pulled him forward forcefully.

Jiang Yueming was caught off guard by her actions. His body leaned forward uncontrollably, his neck pressed directly against Ye Mo's fragrant shoulder. The soft and delicate feeling immediately spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble.

In contrast, Ye Mo's expression remained calm and unchanged, showing no significant reaction to her contact with Jiang Yueming.

Huang Yuyuan narrowed his eyes, quickly appraising Ye Mo's perfect figure, and said with a smile, "Actually, I won't embarrass Miss Ye too much. It's just that I run a dance hall in Yanjing City, and we happen to be short of a dancer."

"I see that Miss Ye has an excellent figure and must be a promising dancer, so I would like to invest in her."

Halfway through his sentence, Huang Yuyuan suddenly paused, looked at Jiang Yueming, and said, "Of course, this business deal is entirely voluntary on both sides. If you don't agree, I won't force you."

"Miss Ye, what do you think?"

Huang Yuyuan withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for Ye Mo's reply.

Actually, he wanted to say something else: being a dancer means selling your art, not your body.

But he didn't explain it to Ye Mo right away; he waited for her to ask so that he could lower her guard.

Anyway, he was planning to slowly boil the frog in the water. He wouldn't really take Ye Mo away for at least a year or two. Once she had been exposed to the dance hall every day, she would naturally know what it was like to serve.

Then, with a little trickery, I'll make her willingly climb into my bed and invite me to ascend to the highest heavens together!

Ye Mo was somewhat surprised by Huang Yuyuan's conditions. She hadn't expected Huang Yuyuan's request to be so simple, and not some evil or dirty demand.

She had originally planned to pretend to agree to his request, and then seize the opportunity to kill him in bed, thus eliminating the core of the entire crisis.

What can the remaining Zhao Hao and his men do to her?

However, since Huang Yuyuan's conditions do not have much impact on her, why not agree to them?

After all, there are many things to worry about when you're away from home, such as money.

The Star Source Coins she carried were only enough to sustain her and Jiang Yueming's living expenses for a month, which meant that one of them had to work to make a living.

As for working, that's out of the question for Jiang Yueming, because he carries the mission of saving the Imperial State. Cultivating and improving his strength to create the fourth family as soon as possible is what he needs to worry about.

So it's obvious that Ye Mo has to work to make a living, and ordinary needlework simply can't support such huge expenses.

Why are there such huge expenses?

Because Jiang Yueming needs all the resources for cultivation, which are basically not free, Ye Mo had already budgeted for this for him in advance.

Since needlework couldn't keep up, becoming a dancer was a viable option. After all, those high-ranking officials and nobles were all rolling in money, and perhaps working as a dancer could extract a considerable amount of cash from their pockets.

However, Ye Mo thought for a moment, and still had some concerns on her face when she asked, "Which kind of dancer do you mean?"

Upon hearing her speak up, Huang Yuyuan's face gradually revealed a smug smile. He spread his hands and said, "Miss Ye, there is only one type of dancer in my household who only sells her art, not her body."

I don't sell myself...

Ye Mo lowered her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, then opened her red lips again and agreed, "Alright, I can..."

"Not selling your body? What a coincidence, I have a dancer here too."

"I'll only buy your beauty, not your body, Young Master Huang, what do you say?"

Jiang Yueming tilted her head slightly, looked at Huang Yuyuan, and smiled with a hint of mockery in her eyes.