The King of Black Fog

"What are you doing here?" Li Qianxia was very dissatisfied with her near betrayal, filled with waves of fear afterward.

If the Chun Emperor had intended to be her girlfriend instead of her sister-in-law, she might have already agreed; it was too terrifying.

"It's not like an elevator is overloaded, what's the matter with one more person?" The Chun Emperor's fingers lightly brushed over the back of a butterfly.

"Wuu wuu~~" The butterfly made cheerful sounds, and its speed actually increased slightly.

"Good~" The Chun Emperor smiled and tapped it twice, then continued, "Besides, with two more people suddenly at the Commander Mansion, one of whom is the singer who disappeared from the Pear Garden, how do you plan to conceal it?"

"Do you have a solution?" Li Qianxia asked fiercely.

"Of course."

Once at the Commander Mansion, due to the Pear Garden's sudden attack, and with Li Er missing at this sensitive time of Li Bichang's death, everyone was awake, everyone was panicked.

Under such circumstances, the Chun Emperor walked in with a smile... and at the Commander Mansion, her word was law.

"Everyone go to sleep. Do not let the news of our three people out."

"Yes!"

Watching the group that looked like palace maids and eunuchs receiving orders, Li Changzhou felt the power of an S-level status.

In the instance realm, it was so, but how vast was her influence in the real world? No wonder she could have a skill to avoid hot weapons.

"Is this the reason for your charity performance?" Yang Qinglan was thinking of something else.

After donating one hundred silver coins to the porridge shop, the Chun Emperor also decided to perform for three days, donating all the ticket revenue.

The audience who came to support her charity performance were all the wealthiest and most noble in Song City.

"Now in Song City, my word carries more weight than Commander Li," said the Chun Emperor with a smile.

"Can you manage without showing yourself?" Yang Qinglan was slightly curious.

She believed the Chun Emperor couldn't do it—using her beauty to win everyone's favor, how could she get others to obey her without showing her face, instead of obeying the intimidating Commander Li?

Only players who had seen her power multiple times and submitted to it would listen to her sincerely.

"I'm going to sleep." The Chun Emperor didn't answer, covering her mouth with her right hand's slender fingers, elegantly making her way to the backyard, her cheongsam accentuating her graceful silhouette.

Four people and one butterfly returned to Li Changzhou's courtyard.

The butterfly stayed in the courtyard, and the four entered the house.

Li Qianxia and Little Radish lay on the bed, the former unable to sleep while the latter had already fallen asleep; Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan sat opposite each other at a small round table in the bedroom.

Li Changzhou brought out the "Snow Mountain Water Bottle" and poured a cup for each.

"We must be cautious of this person," he said while pouring the water, "Since she prepared 'Golden Bull Blood,' she will definitely find a way to get the weapon to cancel the agreement."

"Mm." Yang Qinglan rested her cup against her lips without drinking, deep in thought, "I didn't stop her from coming to the Commander Mansion because I wanted to keep a close eye on her."

"She might have a skill that allows her to contact her subordinates from a distance," Li Qianxia, lying on the bed, said. "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Li Changzhou handed over his untouched cup to her, waited for her to drink with gulps, then took it back.

After discussing for a while, Li Changzhou left the room for the two girls, finding another place for himself to sleep.

Without using skills, they could stay awake for days and nights; however, after using them, they felt as tired as ordinary people after a day's work.

May 2, 1928.

When Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia stepped out of the room, they saw Li Changzhou already standing in the courtyard.

The sky was not yet bright, and the moon still hung on the horizon. He stood under a pomegranate tree admiring the moon, dressed in a long robe with his hands clasped behind his back, unspeakably scholarlike and debonair.

Noticing their gaze, he slowly diverted his attention away from the moon.

Both girls were dressed in new clothes.

Yang Qinglan wore a cheongsam of turquoise brocade, her satin-like black hair neatly put up with a green hairpin, her slender waist and full, round curves not too prominent.

A gentle breeze of early morning made Li Changzhou doubt whether he was still half-asleep—otherwise, why would Chang'e be wearing a cheongsam?

"Bro, show some dignity; salivating early in the morning, if you want breakfast, go eat!"

"Cough." Li Changzhou snapped out of his daze, looking towards his teasing sister, Li Qianxia.

She wore a short cheongsam of light yellow with a fish scale pattern, an extremely vibrant attire.

But no matter how she dressed, with bare arms or legs, as long as nothing inappropriate showed, Li Changzhou couldn't be bothered to manage her.

All three had already practiced "Thunder Map" in the room and were hungry, so they went together to the living room to eat.

Someone was up even earlier than them, the Chun Emperor.

A black cheongsam with embroidered designs of two dragons playing with a pearl.

Mandarin collar, short sleeves, waistline defined.

Around the edges of the collar, lapel, sleeves, and hemline, golden dragons were embroidered, offering a dignified and noble appearance against the black fabric.

And she was sitting in the seat of honor!

"Up already?" She was drinking something from a bowl, "Sit down and eat."

Well, Li Er had become a guest.

The breakfast on the table was a mix of Eastern and Western: rice porridge, oatmeal, toast, steamed buns, pan-fried buns, along with fermented tofu, pickles, and other small dishes.

There were also soy sauce, vinegar, salt, sugar, honey, jam, and other condiments, plus freshly squeezed juice, milk, and steaming coffee. The table was full.

Additionally, four maids were serving.

It looked more like a show than just eating.

"Wow!" Li Qianxia, born in a rural area a hundred years later and working in a shoe factory in 1928, had never seen such a sight and eagerly sat down.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan also sat down, choosing their favorites to eat.

After a sip of porridge and a bite of a bun, Li Qianxia began chatting with the Chun Emperor.