Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling

Duan Shouyuan was suddenly reminded of Yun Ran's eyes from before—the eyes that seemed to be smiling, yet lacked any trace of fluctuation at their depths.

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Slightly knitting his brows, the hope on his face turned into unwillingness, resentment, and then dissipated bit by bit.

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The others, seeing Duan Shouyuan's demeanor, knew that he was caught up in something stubborn again and could only swallow the more straightforward words they wanted to say.

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They changed the subject instead: "Minister, our cooperation with the Murong Family is likely to fall through. Should we report to the people in the Capital City in advance?

If we take the initiative, it would be better than getting blamed by the Murong Family later and facing embarrassment..."

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The frustration that had been pent up in Duan Shouyuan's heart seemed to disperse with his unwillingness, and his spirit appeared significantly dampened.

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He waved his hand dismissively: "You all handle it."

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The remaining three looked at their minister, who seemed to have aged several years in an instant, and felt a sour twist in their hearts. However, they knew that saying anything now would be futile.

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"Alright then, you get some rest, Minister."

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Duan Shouyuan gave a nod, and it wasn't until everyone else had left that his body remained motionless for a long time, with no one knowing what he was really thinking.

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Meanwhile, Murong Fei's people hadn't been idle either, constantly keeping an eye on the movements of the Special Administration Bureau.

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At this moment, Murong Fei had a sharp look, his presence exuding a heavy sense of oppression: "Are you saying they have returned with nothing to show for it?"

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The assistant didn't dare to even breathe loudly, for fear of provoking the professor.

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"Yes... yes, that's right."

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Murong Fei fidgeted with a pair of antique walnut shells that had been worn smooth, clearly one of his cherished objects.

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Hearing the assistant's report, he sped up the action of rotating the walnuts, then suddenly squeezed one too hard and a crisp "crack" echoed.

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The assistant's heart skipped a beat, for it seemed the professor was truly very angry, even destroying one of his beloved objects.

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Only those within their circle knew just how terrifying Murong Fei could be when angry—it was akin to a tempest.

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In another era, with a temperament like Murong Fei's current fury, thousands would not have been spared before his anger was quelled.

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Nowadays, it's likely that numerous enterprises would suffer, but as for how many would lose their jobs and livelihood, he couldn't guess.

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"Have you figured out the background of that bratty girl?"

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Naturally, the information networks of the Murong Family were not to be underestimated.

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"Her name is Yun Ran, the third young lady of the Hai City Yun Family, brought along by the current Lady of the Yun Family as a burden."

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While speaking, the assistant carefully used his peripheral vision to check Murong Fei's expression. Observing no change on Murong Fei's face, he tentatively continued.

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"She is also currently affiliated with the Special Administration Bureau's Hai City Branch as a specially appointed commissioner, essentially a temporary worker.

After the Xie Family's side branch had purged the upper echelons of the Hai City Branch, there are no longer any allies there, so we could only obtain superficial information.

The details of Yun Ran's mentorship and some related missions have all been encrypted, and we couldn't access any specifics..."

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The assistant felt uneasy at the moment, unable to obtain much information about Yun Ran. He could only reveal the peripheral details he knew about her.

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Yet unexpectedly, before he could finish, Murong Fei interrupted him.

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"People from the Hai City Yun Family? Hah, they can't even count as a minor aristocratic family. A mere burden dares to meddle with aristocratic family affairs!"

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"He must not know the meaning of the word 'death,' stirring up discontent among the Kyoto aristocratic families last time—it was her, wasn't it?"

Murong Fei tossed away the crumbs of an antique walnut he was holding and picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

He then sneered, "The clueless young girl thinks she's somebody just because she's latched onto a side branch of the Xie Family. She now believes she can challenge the aristocratic families of the Capital!"

His assistant was waiting for Murong Fei's next instruction on how to deal with the Hai City Yun Family.

In the past, the professor always dealt with those who offended him by laughing as he destroyed their foundations.

With the Xie Family backing Yun Ran for now, they couldn't touch her; but to deal with the Yun Family was as easy as blowing off dust.

The Murong Family wouldn't have a problem taking down a minor noble house. Even the Xie Family wouldn't risk falling out with the Murong Family over such a trifle.

But after waiting for a good while without receiving any order, the assistant was puzzled and moved his head subtly.

Without looking carefully, one would not notice the movement of his head, a skill he had honed over many years to 'observe words and facial expressions.'

"Alright, you may leave now!"

From the corner of his eye, the assistant could only see Murong Fei's continued sneering.

But he dared not ask anything and respectfully exited the tent.

Before leaving, he looked back, utterly baffled. The professor was not known for his generosity, so why didn't he make a move this time?

That night, both the Special Administration Bureau and the Murong Family were unusually quiet, with no signs of mischief.

Yun Ran lay on a makeshift bed, scrolling through videos with great energy.

Seven or eight Little Papermen floated around her, massaging her back and shoulders, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Ginsengfruit felt a bit envious, but alas, his current body, created anew by the Host, was perfectly comfortable and needed no massage.

"Host, those guys aren't making a move now. Are they holding back a big attack, just waiting to hit us?"

Ginsengfruit now saw conspiracies in everything. Anyone who wanted to challenge his Host was no good, in his eyes.

"We'll just block any attack as it comes. What's there to fear? Right now, I'm just playing the role of a troublemaker.

Even if they knew who ordered me to cause trouble, would they dare show their true colors?

You're not human, so you wouldn't understand, but humans are the best at weighing pros and cons.

Many things can be done in secret without being expressed explicitly. That way, even if one stumbles, without public acknowledgment, there's no loss of face.

But if things are brought into the open, you'd need evidence to back up your claims. Otherwise, it's outright slander with serious consequences, not something that can be settled by trifles."

Ginsengfruit immediately understood and grinned, "So the Host is saying, they dare not, nor can they, bring things to light, and can only simmer down."

Yun Ran poked Ginsengfruit's chubby cheeks and couldn't help but appreciate the pleasant feel.

"Of course. Or else, why do you think Xie Xuzhi would send me? These folks are just unlucky to cross paths with a sly person like Xie Xuzhi.

The key is, Xie Xuzhi is particularly good at using me, a troublemaker, to achieve his greatest goals. He's really hit the jackpot.

I'm just too capable; I should ask for a raise when I get back!"