Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Zhongli looked calm and composed. He calmly pushed aside the mahjong tiles in his hand and said to Song Yinjian who walked up behind her, "Boss Song, you're ready to go! All the same, one dragon. Let's go to Xinyuexuan tonight."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian said with a bitter face, "It's just my bad luck."

Then, Zhongli turned around and spoke slowly, "Thousands of years have passed like a torrent, and even the hardest rock will gradually wear away.

Liyue has come a long way under my protection. Now, I intend to hand Liyue over to the people of Liyue to govern themselves."

Liu Yun thought for a moment and said, "So, you orchestrated today's assassination as a test for the Seven Stars and the people of Liyue."

Zhongli nodded slightly at first, then shook his head. "I did have that thought before. Now, I'd rather use this opportunity to thoroughly clean up Liyue and eliminate all the dirt and hidden dangers hidden in the shadows."

"I see!" Liu Yun understood his plan, but a new doubt arose in his mind, "But why did the traveler come to me?"

Her arrival was actually designed by Tartaglia in order to trigger a conflict between humans and immortals and create chaos so that she could obtain the Heart of God.

In fact, Song Yinjian was well aware of all of Tartaglia's action plans. Not only that, he also adopted a tacit attitude and even deliberately arranged for the Fatui to guide him to act in this way.

The purpose is to lure Liu Yun into the game.

He confessed frankly, "This was a conspiracy by the Fatui. I didn't try to stop it because I wanted Master to become one of the Seven Stars of Liyue."

"Nonsense!" Liu Yun's face changed immediately upon hearing this, and he shouted, "I am a Three-Eyed Five-Manifested Immortal, how can I be a Seven-Star Immortal?"

Song Yinjian patiently explained, "Master, the Seven Stars of Liyue govern every aspect of Liyue. The power of the entire country is highly concentrated in the hands of these seven people.

The rise and fall, honor and disgrace of a country, and the happiness and sorrow of its people depend almost entirely on the decisions they make.

But all human beings have seven emotions and six desires, and are entangled in various constraints. It is difficult to be fair and just when formulating policies.

Immortals are different. They are fair and just in their dealings and are not swayed by worldly selfish thoughts.

The people at the bottom of Liyue are suffering so much, I hope Master can come out and help them."

What he said seemed to be righteous, as if he was doing it for the lower class people of Liyue, but in fact, it was for Chong Shi.

Once Liu Yun really agrees to take the position of Tianshu Star, he will have to consult him frequently on many work matters.

Chapter 92: Teyvat is a big stage. Don’t go on stage unless you have something to do.

The night was like a piece of black silk, spreading out from the horizon and covering the entire Liyue Harbor.

In an elegant pavilion of Xinyuexuan, Liyue's most luxurious restaurant, the large round dining table was filled with a variety of delicious dishes.

Song Yinjian sat in a seat near the inside, with his two senior sisters sitting on his left and right, and his master Liu Yun sitting next to him. She sat there with the majesty and elegance of an immortal.

After that, Zhongli, Lishui and Xiao sat down in order.

Just as everyone was talking quietly or waiting, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open with a creaky sound.

Hu Tao walked in with a cheerful and light step, her signature twin ponytails swinging with each step. Her bright eyes shone with a quirky glint, and she exuded a vibrant and energetic aura. As soon as she saw Song Yinjian, Hu Tao put her hands on her hips, a smug look on her face, and boasted, "Bitch Song, do you know how many people I've sent away recently?"

Song Yinjian just chuckled and said slowly, "I made five million Mora easily from a single deal a few days ago."

When Hu Tao heard this, her originally smug expression froze instantly. She silently calculated in her mind that she would have to make at least ten deals to make as much profit as this one deal.

She snorted in anger and said unconvincedly, "I will definitely receive a big order. When that happens, hmph, I will piss you off to death, bitch."

As she said this, she made a playful face at him, which looked both cute and a little arrogant.

Song Yinjian shrugged, a playful smile on his face, and said jokingly, "I suggest that Master Hu get more sleep. Dreams can bring all kinds of things."

Hu Tao curled her lips and said, "I don't want to sleep any more. If I had that much time, I'd rather go out and get more business."

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she turned to Zhongli and said, "Zhongli, are these all your friends? You must introduce them to me. This will also give me the opportunity to promote the Wangsheng Hall business to them."

Zhongli's face darkened when he heard this. He said, "Based on common sense, they shouldn't need the services of the Rebirth Hall because they are all immortals or disciples of immortals."

When Hu Tao heard this, she blurted out, "What a pity."

There seemed to be a hint of regret in his tone, as if he had missed out on a big deal.

When everyone present heard this, they were all speechless.

Hu Tao didn't notice the others' expressions and continued to urge Zhong Li, "Hurry up and introduce yourself to this hall master."

Zhongli sighed helplessly, nodded, then reached out to Xiao beside him and said, "This is the Great Sage Subduing Demons."

"So you're the Great Sage Subduing Demons! I've long admired you. I grew up listening to your stories."

Walnut clasped his hands together, spoke in a very respectful tone, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Then, she said to Zhongli, "Guest Zhongli, you too should come and pay your respects to the Great Sage who conquers demons."

The corners of Zhongli's mouth twitched slightly, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he was about to salute with stiff movements.

When Xiao saw the situation, he realized that these were just stragglers and errand boys—he couldn't hold on any longer.

He quickly said in a pleading tone, "Emperor... Zhongli Keqing, there's no need to be so polite."

After hearing this, Zhongli did not insist any further.

Then he introduced the other people to Hu Tao one by one.

When Lishui and Liuyun were introduced, they both said in advance, "No need to bow. Immortals don't follow these rules."

Walnut did not notice anything unusual. She simply thought that these immortals were very approachable and not bound by red tape, which further increased her favorability towards them.

After introducing everyone, Hu Tao took a seat next to Zhong Li. She looked at Song Yinjian with a hint of confusion and curiosity in her eyes and asked, "Bitch Song, I heard from Guest Zhongli that you were the one treating me to dinner today. Are you suddenly being so generous today? Do you have any ulterior motive?"

Song Yinjian smiled faintly and replied, "With the Emperor's passing, a grand farewell ceremony is naturally necessary. The Immortal Clan has too few celestial beings to handle the ceremony, so I'd like to cooperate with your Wangsheng Hall."

Upon hearing this, Hu Tao was stunned for a moment. After a moment, excitement welled up on her face, and she shouted, "This hall master agrees to cooperate with you! We must ensure that Emperor Yanwang passes away peacefully!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao, Liu Yun and others looked at Zhongli with strange expressions.

Zhongli coughed lightly and said calmly, "According to the millennia-old rules of Liyue, a ceremony to send off an immortal must be held after the death of an immortal.

Emperor Yan Wang is the ancestor of all immortals and an immortal himself, so naturally he must follow these rules when holding the ceremony to send off the immortals."

This was not what everyone was concerned about. It was the first time they saw someone holding a funeral while still alive.

Song Yinjian's reaction to this was quite calm.

Zhongli only held a funeral for himself. In comparison, the Great Tree King and Fucaros simply sent him away.

I can only say that Teyvat is a big stage, so don’t go on stage unless you have something powerful to do.

Afterwards, everyone put aside these thoughts for a while and enjoyed the delicious dinner together.

The dishes on the table were rich and varied, and each one exuded an enticing aroma. While everyone was enjoying the food, they were exchanging some interesting stories and past events of Liyue, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

However, when it came time to pay the bill, Song Yinjian looked at the long bill and felt his heart bleeding.

This meal actually cost a total of five million Mora.

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Yujing Terrace, Yuehai Pavilion.

In the morning, warm sunlight shines through the windows into the entire conference room, illuminating the room.

However, the atmosphere inside was more solemn and depressing than usual.

At the beginning of the meeting, Uncle Tian, ​​looking haggard and decadent, stood up from his seat.

His body trembled slightly as he bowed deeply to everyone present. Then, in a hoarse voice filled with grief and guilt, he said, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not being able to discipline my children properly. This is why such a big incident has happened. I'm truly ashamed to face you all."

His heart was filled with pain and self-blame.

The two disciples he was most proud of, one assassinated the emperor and even tried to kill him, and the other had ulterior motives and tried to completely subvert the Seven Stars.

Ningguang looked at Uncle Tian, ​​who seemed to have aged ten years overnight and lost his spirit. She sighed softly and said, "Uncle Tian, ​​human hearts are unpredictable. This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself."

Uncle Tian shook his head bitterly, "I indeed had nothing to do with the Emperor's assassination. However, the mastermind behind the assassination was my eldest disciple, Gan Wei. In the eyes of the people of Liyue, I was the one who ordered it.

By the way, you will also be considered as accomplices behind the scenes."

Chapter 93 Chaos

After Uncle Tian finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn.

Under the malicious guidance of Zhiyi and the major chambers of commerce, the people who did not know the truth regarded them as the biggest suspects in the assassination of the emperor.

Now all they have to do is wait for the joint investigation team to find Gan Wei and other evidence, and they will be convicted of the crime of murdering the Emperor.

Keqing's expression was stern and her gaze was firm as she spoke, "What we need to do now is find Gan Wei and reveal the truth."

"But the problem is, we can't find him now." Ye Lan's face showed a trace of fatigue and anxiety. "After he escaped from Liyue that day, he completely disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth."

Uncle Tian frowned and hesitated for a while, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, and said, "If the joint investigation team really finds Gan Wei, then I will take the initiative to plead guilty and take all the blame on myself."

"Absolutely not!" His daughter Huixin's face turned pale upon hearing this, and she immediately spoke out to dissuade him, "Dad, if you truly confess your crimes, you will be cursed by all Liyue people forever!"

Uncle Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I taught these two beastly apprentices, and this is the retribution I deserve!"

He paused, sighed deeply, and said, "I regret not listening to Advisor Song's advice and indulging in favoritism, which led to the disaster today."

Yan Fei, who was sitting opposite him, heard this and asked curiously, "Uncle Tian, ​​did my senior brother advise you before?"

Uncle Tian nodded, a look of reminiscence in his eyes, "Yes. A long time ago, he advised me many times that my three apprentices were useless and needed to be properly taught, otherwise they would sooner or later cause trouble."

When these words were spoken, everyone was amazed and admired Song Yinjian's ability to judge people.

At the same time, they felt regretful. If Song Yinjian was still serving as the Seven Star Consultant, with his wisdom and strategy, they would never have fallen into such a predicament.

Ningguang, who was sitting in the main seat, said in a deep voice, "Uncle Tian, ​​the seven stars of Liyue are one entity. If you truly confess, they will force us to bear the same charges. So, don't even consider such a foolish thing as confessing."

Uncle Tian pondered for a moment and said, "I thought it was too simple."

This cruel political struggle has reached a stage of no end and the other seven stars will not be let off just because of his voluntary confession.

Ningguang then changed the subject, saying, "Now that the Emperor has passed away, we should hold a grand farewell ceremony to commemorate him."

Ye Lan sighed softly, "According to common sense, we should mobilize all of Liyue's strength to hold this ceremony to send off the immortals, but the current situation does not allow us to spare the time and energy to organize it."

When everyone present heard this, they all looked ashamed.

At this moment, Keqing suddenly suggested, "Let the Emperor's sending-off ceremony be handled by the Immortal Family.

As for the necessary expenses, I will personally contribute 100 million Mora."

Ningguang nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in her eyes, and said, "I agree with you. The Qun Yu Pavilion will contribute one billion Mora, and no one else needs to contribute."

Afterwards, they continued to discuss the Emperor's assassination.

Time passed slowly until dusk, when the blood-red setting sun dyed the sky a fiery red. The discussions in the conference room gradually died down, and the meeting finally came to an end.

However, after several hours of discussion, no sophisticated response plan was reached.

Uncle Tian, ​​supported by his daughter Huixin, slowly walked out of Yujingtai.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows very long.

They had just walked a short distance when suddenly, a dozen tall and strong men rushed out from all directions and quickly surrounded them.

Standing in front of this group of strong men was Tianshu's apprentice Zhiyi.

At this time, Zhiyi was wearing a gorgeous dress, his face was still handsome, but his eyes revealed a fanatical desire for power.

When Uncle Tian saw Zhiyi's familiar yet unfamiliar face, his anger instantly erupted like a volcano. He shouted harshly, "Zhiyi, I must have been blind to accept you as my apprentice!"

Huixin stood aside, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment, "Zhiyi, if my father hadn't taken pity on you and helped you, you'd probably still be doing hard labor at the docks now."

Zhiyi heard the accusations from the two, but there was no trace of guilt or panic on his face.

He raised his chin slightly and said slowly, "Master, Junior Sister, you are all right. I did something wrong.

But for the sake of the Emperor and the people of Liyue, I must put aside my personal feelings and pursue justice."

This righteous performance made Uncle Tian so angry that he almost died.

He pointed at Zhiyi with a trembling hand, "Traitor... traitor! You will be punished!"

"Retribution?" Zhiyi sneered, "When you ordered Gan Wei to assassinate the Emperor, did you ever think that there would be retribution today?

Now, come back with us and tell us everything you know, or I'll be rude to you!"

He stretched out his hand and waved it forward. The group of burly men behind him, as fierce as wolves and tigers, understood what he meant and immediately rushed towards Uncle Tian, ​​intending to take him away by force.

At this critical moment, a dazzling and swift purple lightning suddenly flashed across like a sharp sword.

Accompanied by a strong sound of electric current, a wound of neither deep nor shallow appeared on the bodies of those strong men, and bright red blood immediately flowed out from the wound uncontrollably.