Chapter 62 (Exclusive to Jinjiang Literature City)
Although Yun Jin wanted to learn more about the Xianzhou Opera from Jing Yuan, she carefully suppressed her curiosity and, estimating that it was about time, took her leave.
The agent asked her curiously, "You seemed to be having such a good time chatting with Jingyuan, why don't you chat a little longer?"
Yun Jin said that since Jing Yuan was able to fall asleep during her performance, he must have been very tired. The fact that he was able to chat with her for so long was already disturbing him.
The agent nodded: "You're right."
She had been partnering with Yun Jin for a long time, but this was the first time she had encountered an audience member who fell asleep during Yun Jin's performance. The person must have been really exhausted.
It must be said that this was a wonderful misunderstanding.
After saying goodbye to Yun Jin, Jing Yuan yawned.
He felt a little hungry, so he took Mimi and headed towards Wanmintang.
"Oh? Isn't this Mr. Jingyuan?" A handsome young man greeted Jingyuan as they passed by Mingxingzhai.
This man was none other than Prince Datalia, the executive officer of the Fools of the Winter Kingdom.
Before leaving, Zhongli specifically instructed Jingyuan to keep an eye on Dadalia while he was away.
Although Liyue and Winter are currently maintaining a peaceful relationship on the surface, and the gods on both sides have successfully reached an agreement, the cautious Zhongli still has not relaxed his supervision of the Fatui.
Now that several high-ranking members of Liyue are leaving Teyvat with Zhongli and heading to the Immortal Ship Luofu, Zhongli is even more worried that the Winter Council might make any unusual moves during his absence.
Jingyuan expressed his understanding.
Liyue was raised by Zhongli, and although the child was already quite powerful, they had ultimately lost the god who protected them.
No one dares to easily violate the rules set by Heaven. The gods of other countries still stay peacefully in their own territories. But who knows what underhanded tricks their subordinates have been up to in the shadows?
Zhongli didn't want Liyue to become like the neighboring Inazuma, where officials colluded with the Fatui not long after he left.
Jingyuan expressed his understanding.
"Is young master also here to watch the opera?" Jing Yuan asked with a smile.
D'Artagnan shook his head violently: "No, I don't understand those babbling words."
Although he had spent a considerable amount of time in Liyue, he still wasn't used to opera, just like chopsticks.
“I’ve come to find you,” Dadalia said.
He had met Jing Yuan before and knew that this person was just as difficult to deal with as Zhong Li, so he went straight to the point and explained his purpose.
“I’ve heard that you, like the Traveler, come from beyond the heavens.” D'Artagnan said eagerly, “May I ask you for a few pointers?”
Unlike his colleagues, D'Artagnan wasn't good at roundabout things; he preferred a real fight.
Especially after learning that Jingyuan, like the Traveler, was from outside Teyvat, Tartaglia was even more eager to fight Jingyuan, since Jingyuan's fighting style was definitely different from that of the native inhabitants.
Aside from that, D'Artagnan also had a secret expectation.
Perhaps Jingyuan will meet his master, Skork, who also comes from outside Teyvat.
"Spare me." Jing Yuan rubbed his forehead, looking a bit annoyed. "I'm already so old, please spare me from using knives and guns."
D'Artagnan blinked in confusion: "You don't look like an old person at all."
"Do you think Mr. Zhongli looks like he's several thousand years old?" Jing Yuan asked rhetorically.
“Uh…” D’Artagnan scratched his head, “It doesn’t really look like it.”
He looked Jing Yuan up and down again: "You're not the same age as Mr. Zhongli, are you?"
"No, not at all," Jing Yuan said. "He's just a few hundred years older than you."
D'Artagnan scratched his head helplessly: "Well, you are indeed quite old. But you don't look like someone who can't lift a knife."
The immortals of Liyue were much older than Jingyuan, yet they were all incredibly powerful, and the Vortex Demon God had no effect on Liyue whatsoever.
“People’s situations are different,” Jing Yuan said. “I’ve just lived a little longer than ordinary people, not as long as those immortals.”
“Alright,” the young man from Winter said helplessly, “I still want to see the power outside of Teyvat.”
“Haven’t you clashed with travelers many times?” Jingyuan said.
D'Artagnan waved his hand: "You and the Traveler are not from the same place, so your power systems are definitely different."
“But once you enter Teyvat, you will naturally be able to simulate the power system here,” Jing Yuan said.
D'Artagnan nodded: "My master said something similar."
"Master?" Jing Yuan keenly sensed the hidden meaning in D'Artagnan's words. "Your master comes from outside Teyvat?"
“That’s right,” Dadalia said. “My master is very strong and taught me a lot, but she has always refused to see me.”
When the matter was brought up, D'Artagnan was visibly disappointed.
“Have you ever met my master?” Dadalia asked. “Her name is Skirk.”
Jing Yuan pondered for a moment, then replied, "I have never met your master."
Rubbing her hair, D'Artagnan was clearly used to receiving such a response: "Well, it seems I'm still not strong enough."
D'Artagnan greatly admired his mentor, Skirk, and was always trying to catch up with her.
"Can you tell me about your master?" Just as D'Artagnan was curious about Jingyuan's power, Jingyuan was equally curious about D'Artagnan's master.
"You mean my master?" Once the topic turned to her revered master, D'Artagnan became quite talkative. "She's incredibly strong, just a bit aloof and doesn't talk much..."
The two chatted as they walked toward Wanmintang.
Upon arriving at Wanmin Hall, Jingyuan gained a general understanding of the Skok that D'Artagnan had mentioned.
Well, just from Tadalia's description, Jingyuan always felt that Skykirk was quite similar to Mirror Stream.
White hair, red eyes, ice-type, swordsman, highly skilled and taciturn, his apprentice has a cheerful personality, and they all feel that their master is like a cold moon hanging high in the sky.
“Your master is quite similar to my master.” Jing Yuan found a seat and sat down.
D'Artagnan sat down opposite him and asked curiously, "You also have a master?"
“Yes, she’s amazing. I admire her a lot,” Jingyuan said. “What would you like to eat? It’s on me.”
“That’s rare. Before, when I went out with Mr. Zhongli, I was the one who treated him.” Dadalia felt flattered. “Xiangling isn’t here today, so Chef Mao is in charge of cooking. How about some honey-glazed char siu and grilled tigerfish? What about you?”
"I want to eat crab roe tofu and crystal shrimp," Jingyuan said.
"And what about Mimi?" Tadalia asked the kitten sitting between them. "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
"Meow~" Mimi was very satisfied that the two-legged creature in front of her hadn't ignored her. She squinted at him and pointed to the grilled tigerfish and boiled blackback bass on the menu with her little paws.
It loves to eat fish.
Once all the dishes were served, Jingyuan took out Mimi's special bowl and plate from his personal storage space and poured her a bowl of water.
Watching his practiced movements, D'Artagnan asked curiously, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No," Jingyuan said. "I am an only child."
The Celestial Journey has extremely strict population control; basically, all families can only have one child. Even so, the Celestial Journey's population has reached an extremely terrifying number.
There's no way around it; after being blessed by [Abundance], the lifespan of the people of the Immortal Ship is simply too long. It's perfectly normal for a family to have ten generations living together.
Tadalia, unaware of the reason, excitedly told Jingyuan that he had several younger brothers and sisters, all of whom were incredibly cute.
"Unfortunately, I can't spend much time with them because of my work." Tartaglia looked a little disappointed when she mentioned this. "That little guy Tok even sneaked off to Liyue, but luckily he met the Traveler."
When talking about her younger brother, Dadalia felt both proud and troubled.
I'm proud because my younger brother is very smart; he's so small yet he managed to run all the way from Winter Solstice to Liyue on his own.
My headache is also because my younger brother is too smart.
As my younger brother gets older, he's becoming harder to fool.
"I wonder when my identity as a toy salesman will be exposed," D'Artagnan sighed in frustration.
If possible, he hopes his younger siblings can remain innocent and carefree for the rest of their lives.
Seeing that the two-legged creature was feeling down, Mimi offered her comfort.
It rubbed its soft body against Dadalia's calf and patted him with its little paws.
D'Artagnan picked up the kitten, buried her face in its belly, and rubbed against it, saying, "Mimi, you're so kind."
After saying that, D'Artagnan realized he had misspoke and corrected himself, saying, "Your cat is so nice."
Mimi: "..."
D'Artagnan was still just a child, and Jingyuan looked at him with kindness.
“You’re reminding me of the old man with the rooster,” Dadalia said.
Jingyuan had heard some rumors about the Fools, so he knew that the "rooster" that Dadalia mentioned was the mayor of Winter City.
However, he seemed to remember that the [Rooster] was not human, and unlike the other executives who had outstanding appearances, he looked a bit... peculiar.
Besides their fearsome reputation, the Fools' Executors are also known for their beauty.
The members of the thieving group who told Jingyuan about the Fools once complained: "Empress Zhidong must have chosen her executives based on their looks, otherwise why are they all handsome men and beautiful women?"
“Aren’t the high-ranking officials in other countries just as good-looking as our executives?” someone objected.
"So all the gods choose people based on their looks," the member of the treasure-hunting group said bitterly. "Otherwise, why hasn't any of us obtained the Eye of God? It's just because we're not good-looking enough!"
Mimi interrupted my recollection.
Jingyuan subconsciously reached out and scratched Mimi's chin: "What's wrong?"
Mimi jumped into his arms, found a comfortable spot, and started to doze off.
"What were you thinking about just now?" D'Artagnan asked curiously.
"It's nothing, I was just wondering what the Winter Solstice Kingdom is like," Jing Yuan said. "Will it be very cold?"
"It's a bit cold, but it's a beautiful country unlike Liyue." Dartalia spoke with great pride about his hometown, adding, "If you visit Winter Solstice, I can be your guide for free."
"Haha, then it's a deal," Jing Yuan said.
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