I created a foundation

For her, a natural "pink toucan" and a loyal disseminator of gossip, this is simply a torture that is extremely sweet!

That dinner was so uncomfortable that Qianhua couldn't taste the food.

After finally waiting for the dinner to end, she rushed back to her room almost as if escaping.

The door closed with a bang, Qianhua let out a long sigh, feeling like she was about to collapse.

She threw herself onto the soft big bed, grabbed her favorite pink bunny pillow, and buried her face in it.

"Wuwuwu...I'm dying of suffocation!"

She began to talk to the pillow in a voice that only she could hear.

"Rabbit, oh rabbit, you have no idea what I went through today! It was simply... just like a Hollywood blockbuster! No! It was ten thousand times more exciting than a Hollywood blockbuster!"

"Kaguya-chan is so cool! She became the new head of the Shinomiya family! It was announced in front of so many people! You have no idea the expressions on those old men's faces at that time, it was like they saw a ghost!"

"And President Lin Qing! He's so handsome! Even more handsome than a celebrity! And he's super awesome! He built that base! He must be a god!"

Qianhua hugged the pillow and rolled around on the bed, telling the rabbit pillow over and over again what she saw and heard in the afternoon, adding some exaggeration.

Every detail, every moment that made her heart beat faster, left her with endless aftertaste.

When she gets excited, she even dances and imitates Kaguya's cold tone or President Lin Qing's calm and composed demeanor.

She stopped only when her mouth was dry, with an unsatisfied excitement still on her face.

"No, I must perform well!"

Qianhua jumped up from the bed, clenched her fists, and her eyes were determined.

"I'll try to become a full-time member of the foundation soon! That way I'll be able to learn more secrets! I'll be able to participate in those cool missions with Kaguya-chan, under the leadership of the president!"

She took out the "Foundation Temporary Employee Code of Conduct" and read through it devoutly as if she were holding a Bible.

Every rule and every word above seemed full of mysterious attraction to her.

Although the process was a bit scary, like the capture video of the "shy person" who almost scared her to death, overall, she felt that this "secret society" was a hundred times! A thousand times! more interesting than any board game she had ever played or any club activity she had ever participated in.

Qianhua was immersed in her beautiful vision of the future and didn't notice that the night was getting darker outside the window.

She was completely unaware that while she was hugging her bunny pillow, she was excitedly planning how to make a big splash in the foundation and win the president's praise.

The light in the study next door was still on.

Her father, Fujiwara Daichi, was standing at the window, gazing at the twinkling lights of Tokyo Tower in the distance, his brow furrowed.

He had just gotten off a stern phone call from his grandfather.

The content of the phone call made him feel a little uneasy.

The wind seems to be picking up.

Fujiwara Daichi picked up an invitation card on the table. The black gold-stamped cover looked particularly solemn under the light.

His eyes finally fell on the small, almost imperceptible note at the bottom of the invitation.

“Bring the younger generation along.”

Fujiwara Daichi put down the invitation and rubbed his swollen temples.

Perhaps it's time to have a good talk with Qianhua.

Chapter 91: A meeting with the former Prime Minister! Undercurrents beneath the surface

The sunlight of the next morning had not yet completely dispelled the mist in the courtyard.

Fujiwara Chika yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes as she was respectfully invited by the butler to her grandfather's study.

She was a little puzzled, because at this time, her grandfather would usually be having morning tea or taking a morning walk with some old friends who were equally old but still controlled the country's arteries.

The door of the study is made of thick oak and is engraved with the Fujiwara family crest that has been passed down for hundreds of years. An ancient and majestic atmosphere comes to the face.

When I opened the door, a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with old books lingered in my nose.

The light in the room was a little dim, with only a little sunlight coming in through a floor-to-ceiling window facing east, making the dust particles floating in the air clearly visible.

Her grandfather, Fujiwara Hideaki, was sitting behind a large rosewood desk.

Even though this former Japanese Prime Minister has long since retired to the second line, the aura of a long-time leader has not diminished in the slightest.

He was wearing simple Japanese-style clothes, his hair was combed meticulously, and under his gray eyebrows, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, as if they could see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

There were no piles of documents on the desk, only a set of exquisite tea sets and several pieces of letterhead sealed with special marks.

Fujiwara Chika restrained her usual absent-mindedness and laxity at school and bowed properly.

"Grandfather, you called me."

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at his granddaughter with a hint of scrutiny, which then turned into his usual barely perceptible gentleness.

"Qianhua, please sit down."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

Qianhua followed her instructions and sat down on the pearwood chair opposite the desk, her back straight.

Grandfather didn't speak immediately. Instead, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if he was organizing his words.

For a moment, there was only the sound of breathing in the study, and the atmosphere seemed a little solemn.

Qianhua couldn't help but feel suspicious. In the past, when her grandfather came to see her, it was mostly to ask about her studies or care about her daily life, and he had never been as serious as today.

Finally, the old man put down the teacup with a slight clinking sound.

"Qianhua," he began, his tone calm but with an unusual seriousness, "There will be a very important secret banquet in three days."

Qianhua was slightly startled.

"You must represent our Fujiwara family."

These words were like a small stone dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples in Qianhua's heart.

She was a little puzzled, or even surprised.

Banquets of this level are usually attended by her father, current cabinet members, or several uncles who play an important role in the political and business circles.

How could she, a young girl still studying at Shuchiin Academy, have the right to represent the huge Fujiwara family and attend a "very important" secret banquet?

"Grandfather, why me?" Qianhua couldn't help but ask, her tone filled with confusion. "Father and my uncles..."

The old man seemed to have anticipated her question, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

He raised his hand, signaling her to be patient.

"This banquet is very special." His voice was steady and as solid as a rock. "Those attending are not the heads of the various families, but... the younger generation of each family."

young generation?

Qianhua blinked, her confusion growing even stronger.

A secret party that brought together the younger generations of Japan's top families? It sounded more like a carefully planned blind date or a showcase for some emerging power.

But the solemn expression on her grandfather's face told her clearly that things were not that simple.

The old man paused, as if recalling something, or as if weighing each of his next words.

He began to list the names of the attending families. Every name that came out of his mouth was like a thousand-pound hammer, hitting Qianhua's heart, making her gradually realize the unusualness of this banquet.

"First of all, it's our Fujiwara family."

The old man spoke calmly, yet with a confidence that came from a long and arduous past. The Fujiwara clan, with its millennia-old heritage, had held the reins of government several times. While not reminiscent of the glories of the ancient regent regime, it remained a deeply entrenched and formidable force in contemporary Japanese politics, a behemoth that no one dared to underestimate.

"It represents the legacy of the old nobility and their intricate influence in the political world."

Qianhua nodded silently. These were all things she had been exposed to since she was a child.

"Secondly," Grandfather turned his gaze to the window, as if penetrating numerous barriers and seeing the other side of this country's rapid development, "is the Shinomiya family."

The Shinomiya family.

The name made Chika's heart skip a beat. Her best friend, Kaguya Shinomiya, was the daughter of this family.

A chaebol that rose rapidly after the war and built a huge business empire with finance, heavy industry, technology and other fields as its pillars.

"It represents the power of the emerging chaebols and their control over the country's industrial and economic lifeline."

There was an imperceptible complexity in my grandfather's voice.

"Then, there's the Chitanda family."

Chitanda? Qianhua had a vague impression of this surname. It seemed to be a large family in some place.

"They control the country's most important grain-producing areas and the nationwide distribution channels for agricultural products. In the eyes of many, they may not be as prominent as the Shinomiya family, but..." Grandfather tapped the table with a finger. "Food is the primary need of the people. The Chitanda family represents the agricultural lifeline of this country, and their influence runs deep into the capillaries of the local powerful families."

Qianhua held her breath. She had never thought that a seemingly insignificant agricultural family could have such an important position.

With every word her grandfather spoke, a complex network of power slowly unfolded before her. These vague concepts, which usually existed only in news reports and conversations with elders, now became incredibly clear.

Each family represents a force that is powerful enough to shake the foundation of the country.

And this banquet actually brought together the young heirs of these powers.

What is its purpose?

Just as Qianhua's mind was shocked by these prominent names, her grandfather's tone suddenly became extremely solemn.

His eyes also changed from calmness just now to deep and sharp, as if they wanted to penetrate the void in front of him and look into some unknown realm.

"And..." The old man spoke word by word, each syllable carrying a heavy weight, "Representing the other world, the thousand-year-old Onmyoji clan—"

"The Tsuchimikado family."

The Tsuchimikado family!

This name exploded in Qianhua's ears like thunder.

Unlike the Fujiwara family, the Shinomiya family, the Chitanda family, and other giants that call the shots in the "surface world", the Tsuchimikado family is more like a symbol living in historical legends for ordinary people in modern times.

Onmyoji, a word full of mystery.

In the modern society with advanced technology, these three words should have been swept into the dustbin of history along with strange stories and superstitions.

However, from her grandfather's unprecedented solemn expression, Qianhua keenly realized that the Tsuchimikado family was more than just a cultural symbol that preserved ancient traditions.