"Quit." She raised her chin and replied.

The plants have all been forced to grow. Mu Xueyao just needs to wait for Mu Jingfeng to handle things. As for the money Yin owes, she has already withdrawn it from Su Qiluo's card, obtained a special contact number, and transferred the money to him.

Shu had always been thinking about his brother, whom he considered a spendthrift, but he never expected to get the money back, so he accepted it without hesitation.

Now, if she can just find a way to take Yueheng with her into seclusion, then there will be no more problems.

The idea of ​​a carefree, secluded life sounds wonderful.

"Okay, I'll process it for you." The principal didn't force her to stay; he himself longed for freedom and naturally wouldn't force others to stay.

As she left the principal's office, before she even returned to the villa, she ran into the strategist.

Su Zhou raised the wine he was holding and smiled at her, "Your Majesty, would you like a drink?"

"Okay." She smiled and walked over.

The two found a small pavilion and went inside together. Looking at the real water and artificial flowers beside the pavilion, Su Zhou sighed, "If these were real flowers, they would really have some of the original charm."

Mu Qingyun followed his gaze and looked in that direction. After thinking for a moment, she slowly said, "Those who have abandoned me, yesterday's days cannot be retained. Since you are here now, then don't think about the past anymore."

“Your Majesty is right.” Su Zhou nodded and took out two glass wine cups from his storage bag.

Mu Qingyun looked at the glass wine cup and raised her eyebrows in surprise. This wine cup was exactly the same as the one the two of them had used to drink together before.

"Did you bring this back before you traveled back in time?" she asked, holding the glass goblet.

Su Zhou picked up the wine pot and filled her cup. "Hmm, wasn't His Majesty curious about why I could always produce whatever you needed?"

"You brought the storage bag?"

"Yes, so before I came back, I brought back a lot of things." As he spoke, he took things out of his storage bag, including tea wrapped in oil paper, fine tea sets and other ancient items, as well as hairpins and several sets of ancient costumes.

"Strategist, when did you develop the habit of petty theft?" She picked up the items and examined them carefully. Several of them were things that used to be with her.

"I took them all because they looked interesting." Su Zhou smiled and said, "I only learned how to make tea from you. Here, tea is just something you casually steep in water."

“Yes, although there are pipa and guqin in those period dramas, it seems that no one here can play them. They treat them as rare treasures.” Mu Qingyun took a sip of wine and chuckled.

Hearing her words, Su Zhou raised an eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, His Majesty knows these things, doesn't he?"

"I know a little bit," she replied casually. She didn't really know much about these things; she could only play some sheet music.

Su Zhou turned to look at her, "Actually, Your Majesty could start a live stream, recording your daily life at the military academy while promoting our traditional culture."

Promoting traditional culture?

Mu Qingyun's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. "I have no interest in that."

"Why?" Su Zhou asked calmly, while still pouring her a glass of wine.

“What do you think? They’ve already lost the things passed down from our ancestors, which proves they didn’t care about them.” Mu Qingyun looked down at the clear wine in the glass. “Besides, even if I promote it, will anyone actually like it? They just treat it as a pastime.”

"How will you know if you don't try? Our ancestors, you probably don't want our traditional culture to decline, right?" Su Zhou's mention of 'ancestors' resonated with her. She turned to look at Su Zhou and suddenly laughed.

"I'm very interested in what you're saying, but I have a question."

"Hmm?" Su Zhou frowned in confusion.

"Su Qiluo and I are going to live in seclusion. We'll stay at the military academy for a few more days and then leave," she said slowly. However, Su Zhou's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. "What? You're not planning to retire to the mountains at this time, are you?"

"Is that not allowed?" Mu Qingyun looked at him and asked quite sincerely.

“Of course not!” Su Zhou immediately objected. “The reason Mytel is only eyeing you covetously right now is because of Su Qiluo’s existence. Even if you want to go into seclusion, you’ll have to wait at least ten years!”

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun lazily raised her eyes. "Just one person, how could it have such a big impact?"

“Back then, it was precisely because His Majesty had an invincible general in the court that he prevented the small border states from attacking, and it was also because of their Khan that His Majesty did not attack the farthest country, Chipahan,” Su Zhou said.

These words made some sense to her, but not much.

However, Capaqiong and Metel were evenly matched, and Metel did not dare to make a move because he was indeed "discourageed" by Su Qiluo's reputation.

“Although the example the strategist gave was not quite appropriate, it made a lot of sense,” she poured herself a full glass of wine, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, “Let’s do it your way.”

Upon hearing this, Su Zhou was relieved. "Your Majesty is wise."

"What's so wise about it, strategist? We're already here, there's no need for further words." Mu Qingyun smiled at him.

Even though Su Zhou, who lived in a peaceful era, had lived in ancient times for a period of time, it was impossible for him to be completely ancientized.

The reason he still called her "Your Majesty" and followed the old customs was mainly to show her sufficient respect.

She understood and appreciated the strategist's respect, but it wasn't necessary to follow all the old rules.

"Then you can continue to stay with the strategist, Your Majesty. You can train with the new students, go on missions, and also broadcast some ancient culture live." Su Zhou pointed out a direction for her, and she had no objections.

"By the way, where is Su Qiluo's mother? Why are you the one making all the arrangements?" she asked, puzzled.

Su Zhou also gave her the explanation she wanted: "His mother didn't know about Qi Luo's existence. I was afraid that Luo'er would be sad, so when Qi Luo was born, I told her that Qi Luo died in childbirth."

"So, you didn't want another one?" Mu Qingyun asked in confusion. Since it "died" right after birth, why didn't you have another one when you were still young?

"Perhaps it's because I reversed time that Heaven punished me, making sure I never have any other children besides Qi Luo." Su Zhou said, lowering his head sadly.

Mu Qingyun listened without saying anything, then picked up the glass again, tilted her head back and took a sip.

The two chatted about some trivial things until the moon rose, at which point she got up and left.

Back at the villa, Su Qiluo was sitting on the sofa reading a book. When he noticed her return, he immediately sat up.

"Take a good rest."

He walked over to her, supported her back, and led her into the house.

"Wait a minute, I have two things to tell you."