Chapter 101 A Man of This World... Is your brother... angry...?
Inside Jin Suiqing's laboratory at the Jin residence.
Jin Suiqing crawled onto the workbench, reached out and weighed it in his hand, and said, "An electric screwdriver."
Jin Shiyu was slightly taken aback. Gong Xiaoyang pointed to the tools on the table and whispered, "That little gadget she made a couple of days ago, it can rotate and is very useful for tightening screws."
Kim Si-ok observes the screwdriver.
Its unique design makes it seem completely out of place, unlike anything from Kyushu.
He couldn't help but think of the weapons called guns that Huangfu Feng had taken away.
I've heard that firearms played a crucial role on the Dengzhou battlefield. Huangfu Feng led a commando squad of several dozen men, armed with guns, who, under cover of darkness, sneaked into the enemy warship in a small boat and easily captured several enemy commanders.
Jin Suiqing said this was called a dimensional reduction attack. Jin Shiyu didn't understand and asked what dimensional reduction meant. Her face turned pale, and she waved her hand and said haphazardly, "I'm just talking nonsense. It means that divine soldiers descend from the sky and one can defeat a hundred."
The more strange words she used and the more unusual the things she created, the more Jin Shiyu felt that Jin Suiqing's designs were clearly not things that should have come into existence in this world.
Within the Magic Machinery Sect, without exception, everyone who saw her blueprints first mocked her wild ideas; after seeing the blueprints more clearly, their smiles would freeze on their faces; after they had studied them intently, they would exclaim that she was not human, that she could bring together so many academic disciplines to create such a masterpiece!
The magic masters exclaimed, "This person's ideas are so advanced that he is probably not of this world, but a god descended to earth! Who is he? Quickly introduce him to us!"
When they learned that the painting was by Jin Suiqing, they were all shocked.
who?
Was that silly, foolish, fake princess from the Jin family who always ranked last in exams?
The Magic Weapon Sect is a gathering place for magic weapon geniuses in the Nine Provinces. Jin Sui, a young man, is so young, yet he can easily surpass them. How terrifying is that? It cannot be described as just high talent.
Jin Shiyu recalled his childhood, when Jin Suiqing, at an age when he could barely hold a pen, was already skillfully drawing magical diagrams on the ground by holding a twig.
She was so young, and had never even been to the National Academy of Chinese Studies. She had only sat in on a few classes taught by Chai Zixin, which were not very in-depth. How did she manage to do that?
Jin Shiyu carefully examined Jin Suiqing's hands, and a thought suddenly flashed into his mind:
What if she truly is not of this world?
Jin Shiyu was suddenly startled, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the screwdriver. He hurriedly handed it to Jin Suiqing, who took it, glanced at it, and then gave it back to him: "Don't have the flat side, have the hexagonal side."
Gong Xiaoyang handed the hexagonal head to Jin Shiyu, who was studying how to change the head. Jin Suiqing, who had been waiting for a long time, muttered as he crawled out from under the workbench, "Why are you so slow today... Oh, brother, what brings you here?"
Jin Shiyu carefully placed the hexagonal head on Jin Suiqing's head and said without changing his expression, "Look at the sky outside the window, do you know what time it is now?"
Jin Suiqing looked out the window and realized that it was already completely dark.
She looked at Jin Shiyu again. His eyelids were lowered, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. He looked somewhat aggrieved, and there seemed to be some resentment in his eyes.
Jin Suiqing was stunned. After a long while, she suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh dear, I forgot, we agreed to have dinner together tonight."
Kim Shi-ok remained silent.
He didn't want to disturb her, but the food kept getting cold and then hot again, and Jin Suiqing didn't return for a long time. He had no choice but to come to the laboratory to look for her.
Upon entering, I saw her lying on her back under the workbench, her eyes fixed on the sulfur combustion machine, having long forgotten about the agreement she had made with him.
Watching her busy figure and the super sulfur combustion engine gradually taking shape on the workbench, Jin Shiyu felt a little resentful.
The old sulfur-burning machine blocked her mother's path to survival, and Jin Suiqing said she would research a new one to help her get revenge. But now, the new sulfur-burning machine has almost taken up all her attention, leaving her no time even to eat with him.
In a daze, Jin Shiyu felt that rather than seeking revenge, it was more accurate to say that in Jin Suiqing's heart, he was probably no match for the objects she was studying.
That's ridiculous.
He's actually jealous of a bunch of cold, hard metal objects.
Thinking back on his earlier guess, Jin Shiyu felt a pang of pain in his chest and dared not look at her any longer. He stood up and said, "I'll go make some late-night snacks. You two can have a little something to eat."
After saying that, he left the laboratory without looking back.
Gong Xiaoyang scratched her face and asked in a low voice, "Is your brother... angry?"
Jin Suiqing blinked blankly: "He... is angry?"
*
Jin Suiqing tiptoed into the kitchen.
The kitchen was dark, and Jin Shiyu did not turn on the light, but stood in front of the stove cooking noodles by the moonlight.
Looking at his lonely figure, Jin Suiqing felt a strange feeling. Jin Shiyu was slightly hunched over, clearly lost in thought, so engrossed that he didn't even notice the water in the pot boiling.
What if the water splashes out and scalds someone?
Jin Suiqing rushed over and scooped a ladle of cold water into the pot: "Brother, what are you thinking? You didn't even notice the water was boiling."
Jin Shiyu asked blankly, "Is the water boiling?" He then turned to get the noodles to put in the pot.
"The water's not boiling again." Jin Suiqing clicked her tongue, snatched the noodles, and pushed him away from the stove. "Brother, you've been really distracted today. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
Kim Shi-ok lowered his head: "I was waiting for you, so I didn't eat."
Jin Suiqing felt guilty, hissed, and turned to look at Jin Shiyu. In the moonlight, his face was much paler than usual, almost deathly pale.
Jin Suiqing frowned, no longer caring about cooking noodles. She casually turned off the fire with a basin of water, pulled Jin Shiyu aside, looked her over and, finding nothing amiss, reached out to touch Jin Shiyu's forehead: "Are you sick?"
Because of the height difference, Jin Suiqing's hand landed a little lower, brushing against Jin Shiyu's eyelashes before touching his forehead.
Her eyelashes were brushed against, but Kim Shi-ok stared at her without blinking, his honey-colored pupils gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Jin Suiqing placed her other hand on her forehead: "It doesn't seem hot?"
Could it be that her hands were too hot, and Kim To-tak's body temperature was on the cooler side, so the measurement was inaccurate?
Thinking this, Jin Suiqing pulled Jin Shiyu closer, making him bend down, while she stood on tiptoe and pressed her forehead against his. Maintaining this position, Jin Suiqing asked, "Is my forehead hot?"
Silver moonlight slanted through the window lattice, casting a golden-tinged blue face in the moonlight. Her moist eyes were full of concern, bright and open. He felt fear, yet couldn't help but want to get closer.
He dared not lock her up, much less confine her, because she gave him the opportunity to stay by his side.
He was the one who was humble and timid, never the younger sister.
He didn't answer, which made Jin Suiqing even more worried. She became anxious and spoke much faster: "I'm asking you a question, Jin Shiyu..."
She made a move to push him away, but Jin Shiyu raised his hand and pressed down on the back of her head, keeping them pressed together: "It's hot."
She's always so warm.
Jin Suiqing breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him, saying, "If you're not sick, then you must be angry?"
Jin Shiyu's eyes darkened: "I'm not angry."
Jin Suiqing looked at him carefully, his eyes unwavering, as if he were not lying.
"Are you really not angry?" Jin Suiqing tried to back away, but he wouldn't let go. Jin Suiqing raised her hand and patted his shoulder, whispering, "Let go."
She wanted him to let go.
Where will she go now that she's let go?
With a marriage certificate binding them together, he could search the vast world and find her again.
If she is not from this world, where can he find her after he lets go?
Jin Shiyu felt a surge of fear and tightened his grip: "I won't let go."
Jin Suiqing had just stepped back a little when his forehead was pressed back down. He used quite a bit of force, and it almost knocked him over, making a dull thud.
Although it didn't hurt much, the noise was still quite frightening. Jin Suiqing felt that he was being ridiculous and got angry. She tilted her head back, bumping his hand against his forehead, and bent over to forcefully bump his forehead.
I'll make sure you don't let go!
Her forehead, nose, and mouth were all hit, and Jin Suiqing grimaced in pain, but her hand pressed against the back of her head remained motionless. Jin Shiyu looked at her slightly reddened nose, and the pain she had given him briefly brought him back to life. He felt a surge of pleasure: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts, it hurts so much," Jin Suiqing said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Brother, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Unable to bear seeing her cry, Jin Shiyu finally let go of her hand and wiped away her tears.
As he wiped her face, he felt it wasn't enough, so he cupped Jin Suiqing's face and licked her eyelids.
Jin Suiqing is right, he's just being stubborn.
Jin Suiqing has friends, a career, and things she loves and cares about; she can take things on and let them go.
If she truly was not of this world, perhaps one day she will have to leave, taking her knowledge and achievements with her. She is so outstanding; she will surely meet many more friends. What she cannot take with her in this world ultimately represents only a very small part of her life.
But to him, she was everything.
Jin Suiqing is gone, and Jin Shiyu will be all alone, with no one to love; the very bones that support him have been taken away, leaving him with no one to hate.
He has nothing left, how is he supposed to live?
The fear deepened, and Jin Shiyu couldn't help but tremble. Jin Suiqing noticed this and looked at him with concern: "Brother, we are husband and wife now. If there's anything you're unhappy about, please tell me."
Is he going to say it?
What are you saying? Are you my sister? Are you Jin Suiqing? Are you a person of this world? If you become a ghost, where will he go to find you in this vast and chaotic world?
Before he could speak, Gong Xiaoyang barged in.
Completely disregarding the tender moment between the brother and sister, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Jin Suiqing! It's done! It's done! The new super sulfur combustion engine can start operating!"
*
The silver moonlight sprinkled with sleet, and the Eastern Palace was cold and desolate.
The main hall doors were wide open. Huangfu Li slumped in the middle of the hall, ignoring Li Han, who was kneeling on the ground holding a prosthetic leg.
Li Han cried out, "Your Highness, this is the ninth prosthetic limb made by the Mechanism Sect. Please give it a try; perhaps it will really work?"
Huangfu Li took the prosthetic leg and haphazardly slipped it onto his severed arm. Li Han, thinking that the Crown Prince was finally showing some backbone, wiped away her tears and said, "Your Highness, it's your left arm that's missing. As long as a suitable prosthetic leg is found, it won't hinder you..."
"Won't it hinder anything?" Huangfu Li chuckled, gazing at the wooden prosthetic limb. "Can I still wield a sword, draw a bow, or lift a spear?"
Li Han was stunned, and tears streamed down her face again.
Huangfu Li looked at him crying and said, "Why are you crying? It's not you who lost an arm."
"My heart aches for Your Highness!"
Huangfu Li felt no emotion whatsoever, only amusement: "If you truly cared, you went and called your mother. Did you call her?"
Li Han opened her mouth, wiped away her tears, and slammed her head heavily to the ground, never to rise again.
Huangfu Li laughed out loud.
He pulled his prosthetic leg out of his right hand and threw it forcefully to the ground. The wood clattered and rolled into the shadows, making the empty East Palace look even more desolate. He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, a harsh and grating laugh: "Useless thing."
It's unclear who they're cursing.
It could be Li Han, the prosthetic leg, or himself.
Since he woke up, Huangfu Ying has never come to see him again; only the imperial physician has come to examine his wounds.
He came for two days, then stopped coming, only sending someone to deliver medicine.
The severed arm burst open, only to be pressed back down with tongs. The wound was horribly ugly, constantly healing and festering. His body reeked of the bitter smell of medicine and the stench of rotting flesh. Palace maids refused to approach him, and even the eunuchs who served him avoided him, fearing they would be tainted by the unpleasant odor.
Only Li Han is willing to stay by his side.
Li Han helped him sunbathe, but Huangfu Li, who was missing an arm, couldn't adapt and kept falling. So Li Han went to the Magic Weapon Sect to ask for a prosthetic arm.
But all that was delivered were wooden contraptions, which couldn't even be bent.
Nine prosthetic limbs? That wooden stick he just saw was the third time he'd seen it; the patterns were all exactly the same.
They've really fallen on hard times, even their excuses are so perfunctory.
Huangfu Li tilted his head and looked at Li Han kneeling on the ground: "You can leave now."
Li Han panicked: "Does Your Highness find this old servant inefficient? This old servant will not leave; this old servant is willing to serve Your Highness for the rest of my life!"
Huangfu Li chuckled: "A lifetime? Hahahaha, I'm afraid I won't live that long these days."
Li Han looked up at his prince with a sense of melancholy. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness can live, but you must live longer than others, and you must sit in the position you desire, watching the people you hate die one by one!"
Huangfu Li swayed.
He had never heard Li Han shout in such a fierce and heart-wrenching voice: "Your Highness, Huangfu Feng has left the capital. Now there are only a few thousand Imperial Guards stationed in Ziwei City. Your old troops are still in the Ministry of War, and you still have the Death Guard under your command. Why don't you take a gamble and try!"
Huangfu Li thought for a moment, then scoffed, "A coup? What if Huangfu Feng leads troops to reinforce the capital afterwards?"
“Naturally, it’s best to strike first.” Fat Li Han said sharply, “Your Highness, don’t forget that the Jin family not only has Jin Suiqing, but also Jin Guizhong.”
"He is the only person in Kyushu who has mastered the secrets of the super sulfur combustion engine."
Huangfu Li's dazed eyes instantly regained their luster.
Author's note: I'm late, so I'm giving away ten small red envelopes.
I've been very busy lately, so updates might be delayed. Please forgive me! [Please!]
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