Mu Zhuochen's fan, which he usually seemed to treasure quite a bit, was casually picked up by Wan Ge for a look. The fan ribs were white and translucent, smooth and soft to the touch, probably made of fine jade, but...
Wan Ge touched the side of the fan, and suddenly a hidden weapon emerged from the fan ribs. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the setting sun.
Why is it that even the fan Mu Zhuochen carries with him is a weapon? But this fan seems to have been with him for many years. Wan Ge touched the side again, thinking that this would allow her to hide the blade, but unexpectedly, after the blade retracted, a slender needle was revealed. The tip of the needle seemed to be somewhat black; if there were no surprises, it was likely a poisoned needle.
This fan is exquisitely crafted and lightweight; I never expected it could conceal so many things. But Wan Ge still doesn't know how to launch the poison needles. Touching the button next to her again, she unexpectedly unleashed another hidden weapon.
After several attempts, the blades of the hidden weapons kept appearing, but he still couldn't figure out how to put them back.
Wan Ge simply gave up, but unexpectedly, when she closed her fan, all the weapons silently retracted.
Oh, I see. This fan is quite interesting; Wan Ge doesn't even want to return it.
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The next day, when Mu Zhuochen appeared, Wan Ge still silently handed over the fan. She blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Mu Zhuochen with a hint of expectation, softly saying, "Uncle, can you give me this fan?"
"Have you discovered the mechanism?" Mu Zhuochen's deep voice rang in her ear.
Wan Ge nodded: "It feels very interesting and peculiar."
At this moment, Wan Ge looked like a child seeing a new toy; no one knew how nervous she was inside.
"Okay." Mu Zhuochen didn't even hesitate for a moment.
Mu Zhuochen picked up the fan from Wan Ge's hand, stood behind her, counted the needles twice, and then came out. His deep voice rang in Wan Ge's ear: "Have you studied how to release the needles?"
Wan Ge shook her head.
Mu Zhuochen took her hand and placed it on the fan, aiming at a vase on the shelf. Then he placed her other hand in a direction where she could touch the bottom of the fan ribs. Wan Ge lightly tapped the fan, and the needle was launched directly and landed firmly on the vase. The force must have been considerable.
After one needle was fired, a second needle quickly followed. Curious, Wan Ge tried a few more times, finally changing the direction of her fan and pointing it directly at Mu Zhuochen.
Mu Zhuochen didn't seem flustered at all, with a faint smile still on his lips, but Wan Ge quickly changed direction.
Mu Zhuochen had her completely under his control. It has to be said that even if Wan Ge had a million ways to kill him at this moment, she couldn't do it.
On one hand, the situation in the world had finally stabilized, and he couldn't die now. On the other hand, Mu Zhuochen had so many subordinates; if he died at his hands, he certainly wouldn't live to see tomorrow.
Having eked out a living for so long, isn't it all just for survival? Wan Ge wouldn't be willing to give up the life she's managed to save with such difficulty.
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After the fan incident was over, Mu Zhuochen continued to instruct Wan Ge on how to handle court affairs. Wan Ge, who had been happy, instantly turned into a mournful figure.
"Uncle, can I please not deal with this... since you're here anyway... I..."
"No." Mu Zhuochen refused outright: "You are the Emperor of Great Chu."
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