Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011: Stabilizing the Heart, Emperor Yin and Yu Xiheng (1)

“…”

The room suddenly fell silent.

It was so quiet that even the sounds of breathing and heartbeats were clear.

The screenwriter’s eyes widened, feeling her adrenaline surge and her heart constrict.

Clutching her chest, she stammered, “M-Miss Si, please don’t scare me.”

“I’m not scaring you,” Si Fuqing’s fox-like eyes curved into a smile. “I’m serious. If I dream about him, I can relay your questions. I actually have a psychic ability.”

“Oh, I see.” The screenwriter patted her chest, still feeling uneasy, and handed over the notebook. “These are the questions I have. I couldn’t find the answers in any historical records, so I didn’t want to make things up.”

Si Fuqing glanced at it and raised an eyebrow. “Sister, you’re really thorough with your research.”

Even questions about whether JIANG Xuanjin had received sachets from girls were listed.

The screenwriter felt a bit embarrassed. “Occupational habit.”

“Alright.” Si Fuqing looked over the questions and committed them to memory. “We need to portray him accurately and expand his role.”

Inspired by her confidence, the screenwriter felt more assured. “Got it, Miss Si!”

“I’ll go take a nap now.” Si Fuqing stood up and winked. “I’ll send you the first-hand information after I wake up.”

The screenwriter was left bewildered. “…??”

Relying on dreams?!

In a daze, she escorted Si Fuqing out, running into Director Lu, who had just returned from the border.

Seeing her dazed expression, Director Lu couldn’t help but tease, “What happened? Did Miss Si scare you?”

The screenwriter, still in a stupor, simply nodded.

Director Lu lowered his voice. “Didn’t Miss Sang warn you to keep a strong heart while working with Miss Si? She even gave you a heads-up.”

“But… but Miss Si said…” The screenwriter stammered. “She said she would help me ask JIANG Xuanjin if he had a sweetheart, claiming she could communicate with him in her dreams, and I believed her.”

Director Lu: “…”

This wasn’t just about maintaining a strong heart; it was about reshaping one’s entire worldview.

He needed a moment to process this.

**

In her apartment.

Si Fuqing lay down in her gaming pod.

For the past few days, she had been sleeping in the gaming pod, playing games, and watching historical events unfold, fully aware of the harsh realities of this brief twenty-year history.

She had bid farewell to JIANG Haiping and, a few days ago, watched helplessly as Mo Yanfeng sacrificed himself for the city.

She couldn’t alter these key events, nor was she allowed to.

All she could do was remember the solution to the Mo family’s Mechanism City and inform Yu Xiheng and Mo Yanwen.

Squinting, Si Fuqing adjusted to the strong sunlight and high altitude of North State before opening her eyes.

She was still in Yanmen, but it was four years after JIANG Haiping’s death.

The barbarian tribes had been developing on the North State frontier for decades, their physiques stronger than those of the Great Xia people, and they had once again gathered thousands of troops to invade.

This war had been raging for over a decade.

Following the route in her mind, Si Fuqing entered the commander’s tent.

“Ah, it’s the strategist.” JIANG Xuanjin, dressed in white, looked elegant and heroic. He smiled. “The strategist seems to be in good spirits these days. His Majesty even mentioned that you are finally useful again.”

Si Fuqing: “…”

After all, it was the system that had been helping her AFK, causing her to be scolded as a fool.

“Did you just return from the front line?” Si Fuqing noticed the dried blood on JIANG Xuanjin’s clothes. “How was today’s battle?”

She frowned. She couldn’t change history or teach her medical skills to the current doctors.

JIANG Xuanjin’s smile faded, his voice lowering. “We lost thirteen thousand brothers.”

Si Fuqing’s eyelashes trembled, and she spoke softly, “Have you ever thought about taking a break?”

“His Majesty said that if we don’t fight this war today, we will fight it in the future.” JIANG Xuanjin smiled slightly. “So, we must fight. Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Yes.” Si Fuqing remembered the screenwriter’s questions. “Do you have a girl you fancy?”

Jiang Xuanjin’s face turned red for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. “I can’t.”

He didn’t say he didn’t have one; he said he couldn’t have one.

After a pause, he smiled faintly. “Wouldn’t that be delaying someone else’s life?”

For a rare moment, there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

Si Fuqing was stunned, her fists clenching. “I have a few more questions for you.”

“No problem.” JIANG Xuanjin, who was taking a break, answered each question until Emperor Yin’s personal guard summoned him.

“I’ll go see His Majesty first.” He stood up. “It’s always a pleasure to spend time with you. Let’s drink together tonight.”

Si Fuqing nodded, watching him leave.

Meanwhile, JIANG Xuanjin entered the Emperor’s tent. “Your Majesty, the strategist’s gaze at me seems a bit off.”

“Oh?” The young emperor looked up. “In what way?”

JIANG Xuanjin thought for a moment and then smiled. “He looks at me with a pitying gaze, as if he’s already foreseen my death. My second younger brother feels the same way.”

Emperor Yin’s eyes sharpened briefly before he spoke calmly. “Hmm, I feel the same.”

“Could it be that the strategist, like Uncle JI, understands the principles of Yin-Yang and Five Elements?” JIANG Xuanjin mused. “Your Majesty is indeed surrounded by extraordinary people.”@@novelbin@@

He didn’t dwell on Si Fuqing’s penetrating gaze, continuing to discuss the day’s battle with Emperor Yin.

Two hours later, JIANG Xuanjin left the tent, while Si Fuqing was summoned inside.

Si Fuqing stood before the young emperor and greeted him. “Your Majesty.”

She had watched this emperor grow from a nine-year-old boy to a twenty-two-year-old man, witnessing his transformation.

He was, after Yu Xiheng, the second man who perfectly matched her aesthetic preferences.

“Sit.” He looked directly at her. “JIANG Xuanjin just visited me. I noticed you seem troubled by their impending deaths, but remember, they don’t have to die.”

Si Fuqing remained silent for a moment before softly replying, “I understand.”

“Each generation has its mission.” He poured her a cup of tea. “This is our mission. Don’t be sad.”

Si Fuqing’s heart trembled slightly.

Indeed.

The emperor, as wise as he was, had long grasped the future’s trajectory.

He had chosen to end the war by fighting, gambling with his life.

But he hadn’t anticipated succumbing to illness.

Given another year, he could have conquered half of the Western Continent.

“Let’s not dwell on that.” He pointed to a canyon on the map. “We will attack from here tomorrow. Do you have any good strategies?”

Si Fuqing: “…”

Why did she always end up working wherever she went?

But she knew the emperor was training her in military tactics. He was a natural-born war god, adept at warfare.

After a night of strategizing, Si Fuqing ended her journey in the Great Xia.

At eight in the morning, she opened her eyes, the sunlight casting a faint golden glow on the floor.

She stared at the green trees outside, lost in thought.

For some reason, the emperor gave her a feeling of always being there, never leaving.

That inexplicable sense of familiarity lingered in her heart.

The phone ringing broke the morning silence.

Si Fuqing answered, “Hello, Brother Nine.”

The man’s cool voice came through the receiver. “You’re up.”

“Just woke up.” Si Fuqing jumped out of the gaming pod and stretched. “The crew is heading to the border for location scouting tomorrow. Do you want to eat something?”

Yu Xiheng chuckled slowly. “I don’t trust the lady’s cooking skills.”

Si Fuqing: “…”

She angrily retorted into the phone, “Then starve to death.”

Putting down the phone, Si Fuqing saw Ye Zhenmian busy in the kitchen. “Auntie, let me help you.”

Startled, Ye Zhenmian quickly said, “No, no, Qingqing, you sit down.”

Nian Yi’an also chimed in, “Sis, be mindful of your actions and protect the kitchen.”

Si Fuqing smiled while holding a teacup.

Her fists tightened.

One day, she vowed to successfully cook a meal.

**

Elsewhere, in a temporary phone booth.

“Miss Yuzhen,” Butler Ye said, covering the mouthpiece. “We found her, but Miss Zhenmian is already married with a child, and she brought along a nobody. I think Miss Junci intends to bring them all back to the Ye family.”

“A nobody?” Ye Yuzhen squinted. “Is she related to the Ye family?”

“No, she’s her husband’s niece,” Butler Ye replied. “No blood relation to the Ye family, but she’s a big star with a significant reputation in the secular world.”

“Alright, I see.” Ye Yuzhen instructed, “Send me the details.”

A few minutes later, she received the information from Butler Ye.

Ye Zhenmian’s family of three seemed ordinary and unremarkable, except for their good looks.

Ye Yuzhen opened Si Fuqing’s photo and gasped.

She was indeed very beautiful.

Even among evolved beings, few had such high looks.

Si Fuqing’s information was readily available online.

Housekeeper Ye had sent the details from an encyclopedia entry.

“Hmm…” Ye Yuzhen tapped her desk. “The Shen family wants to reconcile with us. Old madam, what do you think about marrying Ye Zhenmian’s nobody into the Shen family?”

Si Fuqing was not a suitable match for her son.

But sending her to the Shen family seemed fitting.