These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu looked around the arena. Meng Hu had only brought a servant-like laborer, probably leftovers from when the arena was being built.

Meng Hu sneered.

"I have two sworn brothers! We are the three great warriors of Chechi! Only when you defeat us all will we be truly convinced!"

Wei Tu remained expressionless and unmoved, even as people below began shouting Meng Hu's shamelessness.

"Then call your two good brothers over, and I'll clean them up together."

Meng Hu retorted, "The arena is already in this state, how can we fight? Tomorrow! If you have the guts, come back tomorrow! We'll fight inside the Imperial City! Let's go all out and see what you've got up your sleeve!"

Wei Tu glanced at Meng Hu, then released his foot.

"Get lost."

Meng Hu quickly got up and hurriedly led his men to retreat.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Meng Hu kept pondering.

"It must be a cultivator from the Immortal Continent... We must quickly find our eldest and second eldest brothers to discuss countermeasures!"

-

Wei Tu ignored the cheers of those around him; in his view, there was nothing to cheer about.

Because such a thing wouldn't happen under normal circumstances, and it's impossible for a normal person to actually say they're invincible in the ring.

My appearance and Meng Hu's appearance were just two coincidences that happened to overlap, and there was nothing to celebrate.

The boy didn't need such vanity to satisfy himself; he hoped there would be less of this kind of trouble, but it seemed... these demons wouldn't let it go so easily.

Indeed, simple-minded people act without considering the consequences, yet their goals are clear.

However, in some aspects, it may bring unimaginable trouble.

I walked through the crowd.

Wei Tu saw Ming Xiangrong sitting at a tea stall not far away, clearly waiting for him.

Wei Tu walked over and sat down opposite Ming Xiangrong.

The tea in front of Ming Xiangrong remained untouched; she simply smiled and looked at herself.

"Congratulations, Lord Wei."

"What's there to congratulate me on?"

"He's made a name for himself again. If we were to spread Lord Wei's name now, I'm afraid all the people would worship him to the skies, right?"

Wei Tu glanced at Ming Xiangrong.

"What do I need this worship for? But it seems rather unusual for Miss Ming to be here."

Ming Xiangrong shook her head.

"How could that be? I'm just a merchant. It's normal for me to be out and about. The market is perfectly normal for me, since all I see here is business."

"What I'm saying is... isn't it a bit beneath you, Miss Ming, to do these things yourself?"

Ming Xiangrong, however, remained nonchalant and stubborn.

"How could that be? Even the emperor shares joy with the people. As a small merchant, I personally handle some things to ensure that my business goes smoothly."

"What kind of business are you here to do, Miss Ming?"

Wei Tu glanced at the tea; it was very ordinary. Although he didn't have any frivolous habits, he wouldn't touch the water of the mortal world.

"Oh, I bought two dates. Do you want some?"

Ming Xiangrong placed two dates on the table.

Wei Tu looked at her; clearly, the joke wasn't funny.

But Ming Xiangrong picked up a date and easily popped it into her mouth, laughing as she spoke.

"It's delicious, both sour and sweet, want to try it?"

Wei Tu picked up another one, then put it in his mouth and chewed.

He looked at Ming Xiangrong, and although he didn't even frown, his eyes betrayed him.

At the same time, a sour and astringent taste began to fill my mouth.

"Giggle..."

Ming Xiangrong seemed to be smiling happily, "What's wrong? Does Lord Wei seem to dislike dates?"

Wei Tu ate it expressionlessly, then looked at her and said, "I'm just curious, how can you eat such a sour date?"

Is it sour or astringent?

Ming Xiangrong chewed slowly, her expression seemingly one of great enjoyment.

"Perhaps my sense of taste is different from Lord Wei's. I like this flavor, and I even think it's not sour enough."

Wei Tu shook his head.

Then he stood up.

"If there's nothing else, then I'll head back now. Goodbye, Miss Ming."

Ming Xiangrong waved her hand.

"Lord Wei must perform well tomorrow."

Wei Tu did not answer, and left without looking back.

The market remained bustling, and it seemed that after the brief turmoil, apart from some lingering rumors, everything had returned to normal.

Nothing is more important than one's own life; even the most shocking things seem unrelated to the mundane necessities of daily life.

Ming Xiangrong, sitting at the tea stall eating dates, watched the boy's figure gradually disappear into the distance, lost in thought.

"That's interesting."

44 If it could be closer

When Wei Tu returned to the palace.

Ye Bingluan fell asleep at her desk.

It seems that no matter how annoyed she appeared with these memorials, she still did what an emperor should do.

He took the feedback from his subordinates seriously, but he was clearly taking it a little too seriously.

Wei Tu could see all the memorials he had reviewed at a glance, even though the ministers' writings were rather sparse.

However, Ye Bingluan still made quite a few corrections.

If it weren't for Ye Bingluan's formidable talent and the cultivation techniques he taught her, an ordinary emperor might not have lived more than ten years.

Mental exhaustion is always the greatest enemy of a wise ruler.

Wei Tu did not come in to disturb the woman's sleep.

Even though the posture seemed very casual, with both hands on the table and resting on his cheeks, he was breathing lightly.

Some of her hair fell onto her arms, and some fell onto her shoulders.

Like branches growing aimlessly and haphazardly.

The dragon robe fit her perfectly, but Wei Tu still couldn't help but think of the simple dress this woman wore when they first met in Jiuyang City.

It seems she now realizes that those few days in Jiuyang City might have been her last days of freedom before ascending the throne.

She can wear whatever she wants and do whatever she wants.

And now, day after day, it's the same clothes, the same tedious rules.

As she herself said, sitting in this position and entering this imperial city was like being a bird in a cage.

It seems your position allows you to control everything.

But how much of your satisfaction comes from everything you control?

The principle of gaining something and losing something else is especially evident in the position of emperor.

Wei Tu looked down at her face; her fair face was free of makeup.

She has the smooth skin that one would expect at this age.

But there seemed to be an unyielding sorrow between his brows.

It was as if the many worries that had taken root in my heart had formed a cloud of sorrow.

They're still so young.

Wei Tu noticed a memorial lying next to her, which made her posture look slightly awkward.

So, without intending to disturb her, Wei Tu moved the memorial away.

But the moment Wei Tu tried to take the memorial from under her palm...

"do not go……"

Suddenly, she gripped herself tightly with her hands.

Wei Tu was stunned, thinking that the other person had woken up.

But when I looked over, I found that the other person's breathing had not changed at all; it was still so even and relaxed.

Did it sense something?

Wei Tu couldn't figure out how the other person had managed to stay asleep, or if they were just pretending...

That seems outrageous.

It's easy to spot someone pretending to be asleep. Not only will their breathing rate change, but their heart rate will also subtly change depending on whether they are awake or not.

Others might not be able to perceive it, but Wei Tu was able to keenly sense it.

Therefore, Ye Bingluan did not wake up.

So... who does she think she is by saying "Don't go"?