Chapter 48: Imperial Financial Officer — Wanyan Jin
Once she confirmed Shao Bo no longer had suicidal tendencies, Xie Qiang turned to the surrounding Sentinels and commanded, “Go and tabulate the severity of the other Sentinels’ injuries. Report back to me in order of urgency.”
Seeing the Sentinels standing still, she cleared her throat. “I don’t want to repeat myself a second time.”
The Sentinels snapped out of it and hurried off to execute the order.
Shu Fenghua was puzzled. “What does the Imperial Daughter plan to do with those statistics?”
“Naturally, I plan to reduce Sister Shu’s workload.” Xie Qiang smiled, winking one of her pretty cat-like eyes. “Is there a reward?”
Shu Fenghua was instantly struck by the cuteness, nearly getting a nosebleed. She pulled the girl into her arms and gave her a vigorous rua (hair-ruffle). “Waaaah, why isn’t the Imperial Daughter a Sentinel? You’re so cute I want to sleep with you!”
Xie Qiang: Cat-body-jolt.jpg
Sister, you can’t!
The Sentinels quickly tabulated the list. According to the ranking of injuries, Xie Qiang treated the A-class Sentinels in the purification hall one by one.
Initially, the Sentinels were somewhat resistant. One of them, Gan Yu, who had his right leg severed by a Zerg commander, was someone the Imperial Daughter had once humiliated.
Even after Xie Qiang apologized sincerely three times, he refused purification with a face full of hatred, roaring at her, “Do you think I’m a softie like Shao Bo? I don’t need your charity!”
Xie Qiang’s patience finally ran out. She looked at him and said word for word, “Hold out your hand. I don’t want to repeat myself a second time.”
“Fat chance! I will never open my mental sea to you—”
Xie Qiang took a deep breath and pointed twice with her right hand. “Mo Yin, slap him.”
Gan Yu: ?
Mo Yin stepped forward and slapped Gan Yu across the face. With a slap, Gan Yu’s head was knocked aside, a bright red handprint appearing on his handsome young face.
Gan Yu clutched his face in disbelief. “You—you guys—”
Wasn’t the Imperial Daughter supposed to slap him? Why did it turn into Mo Yin when it was his turn?
Xie Qiang exhaled, then turned to the other Sentinels who were watching the scene, flashing a warm smile. “I have a bit of a bad temper. You’d better not make me repeat myself a second time either.”
Sentinels: …
So scary! The Imperial Daughter who is willing to purify Sentinels seems to have become even more autocratic and brutal!!!
The Sentinels immediately became much better behaved. They voluntarily held out their hands for Xie Qiang to purify. After they were done, they would respectfully shout, “Thank you, Imperial Daughter!”
No doctor dislikes a well-behaved patient.
Xie Qiang couldn’t help but pat their heads, praising them softly, “Good. You are all excellent warriors of the Empire.”
Her eyes were bright, filled with encouragement and gratitude. “I look forward to you exterminating the Zerg and restoring peace to the Empire.”
Sentinels: w(°ｏ°)w
The soft-spoken Imperial Daughter seems quite gentle and cute.
It would be even better if she didn’t slap their faces.
On the other side, in the Guide’s rest area.
“Cen Yu, hold on a bit longer!”
Two Guides were pinning down a young girl. The girl’s arm had a deep gash carved out by the Zerg, and she was screaming in pain.
Jiang Qingwan was applying a salve—the Imperial Secret Medicine—to the wound.
The screaming only subsided once the wound began to heal. Cen Yu fell into a groggy sleep. One of the Guides pinning her down looked at Jiang Qingwan with gratitude. “Guide Jiang, it’s a good thing you came.”
“The battle was too fierce, and the medicines we brought were all used up. If you hadn’t brought the wound medicine in time, Cen Yu would have lost her arm.”
“No need for formalities. This secret medicine is merely drinking poison to quench thirst.” Jiang Qingwan lowered her eyes, wrapping the bandage layer by layer. “To truly save Cen Yu’s arm, we would need ancient medical suturing…”
The optical computer on her wrist suddenly vibrated. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
“Guide Jiang, it seems you have a call,” a Guide reminded her.
“It’s fine. I’ll call back in a moment,” Jiang Qingwan said softly, her hands continuing to bandage Cen Yu. But the computer rang persistently, as if it would keep going until she answered.
“Why don’t you take it?” The Guide beside her reached out. “I’ll finish the bandage.”
Jiang Qingwan sighed and stood up. “Alright. I’ll step out to take it.”
Leaving the rest area in a hurry, Jiang Qingwan found an empty room and answered the call.
A sharp, cold voice rang out instantly. “You took too long to answer.”
Jiang Qingwan lowered her gaze slightly, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm. “I was busy.”
“Busy?” The voice sneered with extreme dissatisfaction. “Busy watching my imperial sister purify A-class Sentinels in the hall? You should know that ‘defective product’ has already chosen to stand on her side. If she gains the people’s support as well, then all our plans will be ruined!”
Jiang Qingwan frowned. “If the Imperial Daughter is willing to purify Sentinels, I think there’s no need for us to cooperate anymore.”
“Pfft.” The other party let out a mocking laugh. “Guide Jiang is truly naive! A leopard doesn’t change its spots. Do you really believe my imperial sister will become ‘good’?”
“She hates Sentinels to her core. Even if there’s a momentary change, it’s just a disguise to become the heir.”
Could it be a disguise?
Jiang Qingwan bit her lip. “Fine, I understand.”
“Then, go stop her. Tear off her mask and gather the people’s support for us.” The voice was filled with a cold, wicked sense of fun. “I believe you can do it. The future of the Sentinels is in your hands.”
The call ended. Jiang Qingwan leaned against the wall, her expression weary. She murmured to herself, “It would have been better if she never changed…”
She was starting to lose sight of who truly deserved to inherit the Empire.
Was it the First Prince, who wanted to improve Sentinel treatment, or the Second Imperial Daughter, who was suddenly willing to purify them?
Shaking off her emotions, the woman pushed the door open and left, completely failing to notice a flash of silver hair at the corner.
“Mm-hmm~” A silver-haired youth twirled the light blue silk hairband at his chest, smiling meaningfully. “So it’s him.”
…
The Imperial Palace.
The afternoon sun slanted into the magnificent conservatory garden. When it passed through the beautiful stained-glass windows, it was cut down by more than half, leaving only a bit of afterglow to fall upon several pairs of luxurious and expensive-looking leather boots.
“It seems our Imperial Daughter no longer hates Sentinels.”
The owner of one pair of boots spoke in a lazy voice, “What should I do? I’m starting to want to switch sides~ She is an S-class Guide, after all!”
The voice from the earlier call let out a disdainful laugh. “Suit yourself. Just don’t regret it if you pick the wrong side and lose.”
His voice was tinged with smugness. “The moment she returns to the palace, her true colors will be revealed.”
“Such confidence?” The owner of another pair of boots said deeply, “Could it be that Your Highness has some backup plan we don’t know about?”
“That is for me to know and you to find out.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a chair moving echoed in the conservatory. A young man who had remained silent from the beginning stood up and bowed to the man wearing the white-gold Prince’s uniform.
Smooth blue hair slid over his shoulder. Behind oval, gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of grayish-blue snake pupils were extremely indifferent and cold. “Your Highness, I have official business to attend to. I shall not keep you company.”
“Since Finance Officer Wanyan is busy, please go ahead.” The First Prince waved his hand, not minding his sudden departure.
After Wanyan Jin left, someone couldn’t help but ask.
“Why recruit Wanyan Jin? He’s just a Finance Officer. He’s not even a Sentinel. What right does he have to join our political assembly?”
“You really think he’s not a Sentinel?” A meaningful smile appeared on the First Prince’s face. “He is an S-class Sentinel Father brought out from the Imperial Laboratory. In fact—he could even be considered my imperial brother.”
The others were shocked. “How so?”
The First Prince said indifferently, “He has a segment of Father’s genes in him. Father specifically raised him to be the Imperial Consort for my sister.”
He scoffed, his smile becoming more mocking. “Unfortunately, my sister has hated Sentinels since she was a child. This ‘imperial brother’ of mine… he suffered quite a bit of bullying from her when he was young.”
Wasn’t that why, in this battle for succession, Wanyan Jin had joined his camp without him even having to ask?
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