Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Lu Weiliang's heart skipped a beat.

Why is that green tea priest here too?

Thinking that she hadn't even said a word about today's "521 mission," an ominous premonition instantly ran down her spine, making her sneeze repeatedly.

She prayed silently that the other party wouldn't cause any trouble.

Meanwhile, inside the golden aircraft on the opposite side.

Through the one-way glass, Shenyu witnessed her hurried action of pulling the curtains shut.

As he watched the fleeting glimpse of the black skirt, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

"Let's go check out the palace first."

Ru Feng replied, "Yes."

……

Lu Weiliang was traveling in a special aircraft belonging to the Central Military Region, and upon landing, an additional "weapons check" was added to the security process.

After this complicated process was completed, the banquet hall of the manor was already filled with people, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts; they were all dignitaries.

The group of people chatted in small groups, speaking in hushed tones.

"I heard that this year's Qixi Festival is unprecedentedly grand. After the banquet ends, I will definitely go to the Angus River for a bath. I hope the gods will bless me to find my wife soon."

"Hey, aren't you an atheist? If you ask me, swimming in the river is not as good as finding a reliable dating website."

"Easy for you to say. Are wives so easy to find? Do you think everyone is like Xize Lu, who eats anything and isn't picky at all? If I were like him, why would I be 132 years old and still unmarried?"

"I remember Xize Anrou really liked you back then. If you had gone with her, you'd be Xize Lu's stepfather now, right? Hahaha!"

Another trusting sentry chimed in: "Keep your voice down, Xize Anrou is coming tonight too."

"How could that be? She hasn't joined in on this kind of thing for years. What would she be doing here? To see his unloved son, or rather, that F-level director."

"Speaking of that director, it seems she divorced Yan Mu today."

"That's normal. She was probably dumped by Yan Mu. The richest man in the empire and a low-level guide are not a good match at all."

"Incompatible? How incompatible?"

Yan Mu appeared silently behind the old nobleman like a ghost, his face peeking out from the other's shoulder.

He exuded an eerie and sinister aura, his lips twisted into a distorted arc: "Old man, tell me, what's wrong with us?"

The man was startled, and when he realized that the person who had spoken rudely was Yan Mu, he quickly shut his mouth and slunk away to the side.

As the saying goes, the poor fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless. Yan Mu is that extremely reckless one.

Within the imperial elite circles, he was infamous, known for his ruthless and indiscriminate attacks, including the massacre of his entire family. Essentially, everyone tacitly categorized Yan Mu and mad dogs as the same species, because he would attack anyone indiscriminately.

Even the most unruly old nobles chose to yield to him, adhering to the principle of the happy ones.

At the same time, a black figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Upon seeing this, Yan Mu vanished in a flash.

The conversation abruptly stopped, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The girl wore a black and gold fitted dress, with lace gloves on her hands, and her seaweed-like wavy hair cascading down to her waist.

Her purple eyes blinked, clear and lively, like a fairy who had fallen from the sky.

The moment she stepped through the door, it was as if the surroundings brightened up, and even the air became gentler.

For a moment, everyone forgot to speak, feeling as if the room was filled with light, even the lamplight lost some of its color.

"Is this Nishizawa's wife?"

"Yes, I saw her in a live stream once. Meeting her in person, she seems even more beautiful than in the live stream."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder Xizelu refused to go to the Federation no matter what. Who could give up such a beautiful guide? If it were me, I wouldn't go either."

Yan Zhigao carefully lifted Lu Weiliang's skirt and led her to the side, whispering, "Director Lu, the adults will be here soon. Why don't you find a corner to rest for a while?"

Lu Weiliang nodded; that was exactly what she was thinking.

In the huge banquet hall, everyone was gathered around the central long table, but Lu Weiliang sat alone in the far eastern corner.

She ignored the intense stares, got up, selected a few small pastries, and returned to find a small red snake coiled in the spot where she had just been sitting.

She grabbed the snake by its vital spot and lifted it up: "Is this from the Xizelu family?"

The feathered serpent, possessing human-like abilities, nodded with its serpentine face flushed.

Yan Zhigao, standing behind him, leaned down to explain, "Commander Lu, the commander is talking on the second floor. Don't worry, as long as you have your spirit body, those sentries won't dare to come any closer to you."

Lu Weiliang touched the snake's head: "This isn't very convenient. Can you shrink a little?"

The little snake nodded, its body flashing with red light, and instantly shrank to ten centimeters in length. It slowly climbed up the deer's cool palm and onto its shoulder, lazily coiling itself into a mosquito coil.

A handsome sentry approached Lu Weiliang.

"Director Lu, hello. My name is Ye Nan. I wonder if I'll have the chance to ask you to dance for me when the show starts later?"

This Ye Nan is the Empress's sixth son. His father was Consort Ka, who was sent by the Federation for a political marriage, so he was not entitled to the surname Ye Gong.

18 years old, a genuine young heartthrob.

But he's not very bright. Despite having the royal family as his backer, he still manages to lose everything in business, reportedly billions. If it weren't for the large dowry his father brought, he wouldn't even have underwear to wear.

Ye Nan had been observing Lu Weiliang for a long time, and it was as if he had fallen in love at first sight, his heart completely captivated.

Lu Weiliang thought for a moment, then forced a standard professional fake smile: "Sorry, I'm not very good at dancing." She put down the dessert, straightened her back, and let her hair fall down, revealing the dozing Quetzalcoatl.

Ye Nan's pupils dilated in shock, and he let out a pig-like scream, "Holy crap, there's a snake!" Then he closed his eyes and fainted.

His attendants immediately carried a stretcher over and took him away.

A servant nodded politely: "Master, I apologize for disturbing you, but our young prince is afraid of snakes."

As soon as the stretcher was lifted, Ye Nan suddenly regained consciousness. He pointed at Lu Weiliang with trembling eyes, his voice shaking, "Guide Lu, there are snakes jumping around, but I can hold back my fear..." Then he fainted again.

Good heavens, after Ye Nan shouted that, everyone turned to look at the corner.

Even the blind man hiding in the corner was alerted.

Yan Mu stared intently at the snake, his eyes almost overflowing with jealousy.

The snow mountain wolf, understanding its master's thoughts, shrank its body, transforming into a small wolf cub the size of a palm. With its four paws moving like the wind, it rushed downstairs like a cannonball, heading straight for that figure.

He was connecting his five senses, anticipating the sensation of touch, when suddenly a chilling voice came from behind him.

"Are you content with Caesar staying in the Federation?"

Yan Mu turned around and looked her up and down. The woman was dressed in gorgeous clothes; it was none other than Xize Anrou.

She chuckled softly, "I have an S-class guide who can help you save the Yan Group. Want to cooperate? Yan Mu."

Yan Mu raised an eyebrow and asked, "How do you intend to cooperate?"

Xize Anrou suddenly turned ruthless: "Kill Xize Lu, capture Lu Weiliang."

Yan Mu smiled enigmatically: "Oh, I can help kill Xize Lu, but I can't help capture Lu Weiliang."

Why?

He turned his head, looking at the figure downstairs, and said provocatively, "Because your son is a scoundrel, a real scoundrel!"