It has to be said that sometimes, a woman's sixth sense is terrifyingly strong.
Especially when a woman is in love, she can discover endless problems with just a casual glance.
Jing Zhe thought he had been discreet enough, but he never expected that Qiu Qianqian would still find out about his relationship with Mu Qingren...
It's so cute!
"..."
After a moment of silence, Qiu Qianqian said impatiently, "Speak up! What, are you still figuring out how to cover up your lie?"
If the current circumstances weren't so restrictive, Jing Zhe could even guess that Qiu Qianqian would be standing with her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to interrogate him.
"Didn't you say I couldn't speak?"
"..."
He paused for a moment, then snapped angrily, "Now you can talk!"
"Qianqian misunderstood me! I didn't come home all night yesterday—it was so miserable. After interviewing Kunlun Mirror, it rained all night, so I had no choice but to stay overnight at Kunlun Mirror."
"So you slept with Pei Yunxi?"
"..."
It has to be said that Qiu Qianqian's imagination is really too wild. Jing Zhe wants to sleep with Pei Yunxi, but he can't!
With a wry smile, she said, "Qianqian, since you've brought this up, let me tell you the second thing. Pei Yunxi... is my fourth sister!"
"..."
Qiu Qianqian was taken aback: "Pei Yunxi is your fourth sister?"
Jing Zhe nodded: "It's absolutely true. Qingqiu is my third sister, and Pei Yunxi is my fourth sister. As for Pavilion Master Mu..."
Before he could finish speaking, the matter on stage was resolved, the two injured people were taken off the stage, and everyone began to return to their seats.
The Qingyang Sect Leader said, "Let's stop the martial arts competition here for now. Everyone go back and rest for a while, and we'll continue this afternoon!"
After saying that, he turned back.
Jing Zhe quickly said, "Qianqian, don't overthink it. I'm telling you the truth, I didn't lie to you! Let me find a time to explain in detail!"
Just as he finished speaking, the Qingyang Sect Leader returned. He glanced at the two of them, noticed nothing amiss, and didn't think much of it.
"President Jing, since this accident happened, why don't we call it a day and talk again later when we have time!"
"OK!"
Jing Zhe clapped his hands and stood up. He didn't want to say anything more to the Qingyang Sect Leader. What was the point of saying "the youngest brother is dead"?
"Sect Leader Qingyang, this interview is pretty much over. After all, I did an interview before. I won't come back this afternoon. I'll just stay home and write more."
"Yes, President Jing is right."
The Qingyang Sect Leader nodded, and then asked, "I think I just heard someone say that you want to participate in the martial arts tournament?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Zhe looked cautious yet slightly obsequious, leaning closer and saying, "Sect Leader Qingyang, you heard how that Kunlun Sect's Long Aodi humiliated me just now, didn't you? If I don't participate, does he really think I'm afraid of him? Why don't you teach him a lesson privately for me, make him apologize to me in public, and that will be the end of it? I won't have to force myself to participate, okay?"
Jing Zhe was a seasoned actor; after his performance, it seemed to the Qingyang Sect Leader that he only participated in the martial arts tournament to vent his anger.
He sneered inwardly, but said aloud with feigned difficulty, "President Jing, martial artists value integrity and consistency between words and deeds. How could you do such a thing? If President Jing really doesn't want to participate, I can arrange a private meeting for you and Long Ao to have a good talk!"
"impossible!"
Jing Zhe was furious: "Even if I have to admit defeat on the field, I will never back down to him! So what if I have to go on the field? What's the big deal!"
"Alright, since President Jing has made up her mind, I won't say anything more. I wish President Jing good luck! By the way, I'll ask Qianqian to agree to your participation too!"
As someone from the Jin King's camp, he naturally wouldn't have any goodwill towards Jing Zhe. The Qingyang Sect Leader would definitely be happy to see him make a fool of himself.
What puzzled him was how such a young man, who was so prone to acting on impulse, could have gained Emperor An's favor.
It seems that what the King of Jin said is true; this country is sick, and has long been terminally ill. Someone must step forward.
After the performance ended, Jing Zhe did not wish to stay any longer and took his leave.
Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, Qiu Qianqian seemed lost in thought, her mind wandering.
It seems there's another issue that needs his explanation!
...
Because a martial arts tournament was to be held in the afternoon, and there was still a distance from the arena to the city, it would take a lot of time to go back and forth. Most people quickly finished their meals and then hurried back.
After Jing Zhe finished eating with Su Moyan and the others, Prince Jin was about to take them back in the carriage when Jing Zhe said, "Your Highness, I interviewed the four major sects again this morning regarding the martial arts tournament. I've asked them about the most of it. I'll stay at the manor this afternoon and write down the interview content."
Su Moyan nodded: "Should we leave Lian Ru here to help you?"
Jing Zhe shook his head, saying that he was enough.
The Prince of Jin smiled and said, "I heard that President Jing is going to participate in the martial arts tournament?"
Jing Zhe's face turned slightly red from holding it in, and he stiffened his neck, only letting out a "shout" before saying nothing more.
Prince Jin observed his reaction, which was exactly the same as what the Qingyang Sect Leader had said, but he still asked curiously, "Does President Jing know martial arts?"
"Yeah, I can! I'm really good at it!"
"Very well, in that case, I wish President Jing all the best in the martial arts tournament!"
Jing Zhe cupped his hands in greeting: "Thank you for the auspicious words, Prince Jin!"
After saying that, the group parted ways. Prince Jin sneered inwardly. He didn't believe that Jing Zhe knew martial arts. He just thought that Jing Zhe was just trying to save face and being stubborn. It seemed that he would have to talk to Long Aodi alone and make him "take good care" of Jing Zhe!
After seeing the Prince of Jin and his entourage off, Jing Zhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Acting is so tiring, the muscles in my face are almost cramping.
He went back to his room. As for the interview transcript, he did write it, but it didn't take long. About half an hour later, he strolled into Hanhan's room.
"Young Master!"
"Hanhan opened the door and called out."
"how?"
"Everything is ready. As instructed by the young chieftain, we found a large jar and even went to the blacksmith's shop to find some broken blades!"
As he spoke, Hanhan ushered Jing Zhe into the house.
On the table was a jar, slightly smaller than a wine jar, but judging by its size, it contained far more gunpowder than the small jars used to make hand grenades!
More than five times!
Furthermore, the broken blades inside replace the iron filings, making the lethality incomparable.
"Hmm, not bad, is it hammered solidly?"
"Young Chieftain, following your instructions, my hands are almost numb from hammering. It's definitely sturdy! And the fuse is quite long too!"
Jing Zhe nodded in satisfaction, found a rope to lift the half-sized jar, then took five hand grenades from Hanhan and put them on his person before walking out alone…
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