"Yes, Wenxiang is a content person too." The system has read countless stories, and there are really not many like this little girl.
"Huh? No, what does this have to do with the little girl?" the system said, then suddenly realized, "The mission is to fulfill the reader's wish and help Zhao Qiang avoid a tragic death so that he can live a good life. We are just using this little maid's identity."
I almost got led astray.
"A good ending...helping him marry the woman he loves?" Hua Cai stroked her chin, as if nothing could make Zhao Qiang feel better than this.
puff--
"No way! That's the female lead! What if the male lead marries Zhao Qiang? If the Heavenly Dao finds out, it'll destroy us!" The system was in tears. With its host's personality, it was genuinely afraid that she would actually do what she said.
"Just saying, look how anxious you are. The male lead has so many girls in his heart. At worst, he can go find Sister Zhou, or even go to that religion in Persia and kidnap the little girl who likes him." Hua Cai rested her hands behind her head, her crossed legs swinging leisurely. "Shi Tou, tell me, how can a little maid with no power change the mind of a prince? Sigh—it's so frustrating."
The system has a cold, indifferent expression.
Haha, you'd be a fool to believe that.
You keep saying you're troubled, but at least show a slightly troubled expression.
Also, what the heck is this "stone"?
The system inwardly scorned her, but outwardly flattered her shamelessly: "Isn't this an affirmation of your abilities? This little maid is the best choice. We can't let you directly transmigrate into the female lead's body, can we? Baby believes in you, you can definitely do it."
"Don't give me empty promises." Hua Cai rolled her eyes: "Is there any reward, like love at first sight water or something? I need to have some time to get used to the mission."
"But...but I have no energy right now, I have nothing." The system pointed to its finger.
The flowers bloomed silently.
"Stone, how come you're so poor? I just want to stew you. You're just a stone." Hua Cai looked at him with eyes full of contempt for good-for-nothing.
"I—" The system felt frustrated and couldn't find the words to refute.
Seeing the system's discomfiture, Hua Cai waved her hand magnanimously: "Fine, take me to the world of technology, and I'll forgive you for being useless."
Hua Cai looked at the light ball with anticipation, finally no longer needing to rely on storybooks to understand the legendary world of technology.
As she eagerly awaited its arrival, the white light system seemed to freeze for a moment and stopped flashing. Just when she thought this unreliable system was about to play dead again, the system's awkward voice rang out: "Ahem, well, I can only travel to martial arts worlds right now. I can't go to technological worlds... right now."
Hua Caimu: "So, System Baby, you think I really enjoy traveling in an ancient world that has been around for hundreds of years?"
The system is on the finger.
"Huh? Could it be because the ancient missions had higher energy values, so you—" Hua Cai expressed strong doubts about the system's structure.
Before the system could reply, a faint sword clang suddenly came from outside the door. Hua Cai reflexively jumped off the bed, grabbed the outer robe draped over the headboard, and headed for the door.
After taking only two steps, Hua Cai stopped, glanced at the outer garment in her hand, and her lips twitched.
This is definitely a subconscious reaction of this body.
Sigh, Hua Cai reluctantly put on her outer garment and continued walking towards the door.
According to Wenxiang's memory, this situation must be because the young prince was lovesick again in the middle of the night and came out to practice his sword instead of sleeping.
After pushing open the door and taking a few steps, Hua Cai patted her forehead, turned back to get a thick cloak from the doorway, draped it over her arm, and silently walked to a corner of the courtyard, standing there without making a sound to interrupt.
In the courtyard, a gentle and refined young man in white robes was engrossed in wielding a long sword. The sword's edge was cold and sharp, and he wielded it faster and faster, creating whistling sounds. His smooth forehead glistened with a faint sheen of sweat under the moonlight.
Hua Cai stood to the side, bored, watching for a while, but her gaze gradually became interested.
It is said that the Seventh Prince's son prefers literature to martial arts, but because his beloved Princess Minmin is obsessed with martial arts, he learned a little bit of rudimentary skills to please her. However, he is far inferior to Princess Minmin and has no real skill.
Hua Cai often enjoyed traveling in the mortal realm and had witnessed many sword techniques there. In her opinion, this young prince's swordsmanship was quite disciplined and clearly not that of an ordinary person.
Her judgment is sound; as for the way things are being spread, a little thought will reveal the reason.
The young prince couldn't bear to hurt his beloved, afraid that she would be unhappy if she lost. So he always let her win in their duels, no wonder he couldn't win.
Little did he know that such a sharp tongue would make it even harder for Zhao Min to take him seriously.
A woman like Zhao Min is exceptionally intelligent and ambitious. If she were a man, she would surely be a powerful ruler. Her arranged marriage with Zha Yadu already disgusted her, and besides, his martial arts skills were inferior to hers. How could he possibly win her over?
In contrast, Zhang Wuji caused Zhao Min to suffer a loss at Green Willow Manor, which was heavily fortified by her. They were evenly matched. In her heart, Zhang Wuji was the one who could fight alongside her in the martial world. Zha Ya Du, a good-for-nothing who had never won against her, was of course better off staying somewhere cool.
Looking at Zhao Qiang, who was dressed in thin clothes and dancing with his sword in the wind, Hua Cai felt a surge of sympathy.
Before long, Zhao Qiang finished his stance, sheathed his long sword, and the leaves that had been stirred up drifted down. Zhao Qiang took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and turned to look directly at Hua Cai, as if he had known she would be there all along.
Seeing this, Hua Cai took the cloak and stepped forward, skillfully draping it over him: "Master, it's late and the dew is heavy, please take care of yourself."
He recited the lines he had heard countless times in his memory, then glanced quickly at the white handkerchief in Zhao Qiang's hand, feeling somewhat ashamed.
This was the first time she had ever seen a martial artist carry such an elegant handkerchief, meticulously wiping away even the slightest drop of sweat. Zhao Qiang's upbringing was truly ingrained in his bones; even when he got up late at night to practice swordsmanship out of melancholy, he didn't forget to pay attention to his image.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest again." Zhao Qiang wrapped his cloak tighter and said in a low voice, but his eyes were still fixed on the occasional falling leaves in the sky. The conflicting sadness and joy in his eyes were almost overflowing.
Hua Cai looked up and glanced at him. Even though she knew Zhao Qiang treated Wen Xiang well, she was still very surprised to hear this.
She was somewhat distracted and didn't show up as usual to smell the fragrance, indicating that it was her duty. However, Zhao Qiang was clearly in a state of emotional turmoil today and didn't pay attention to this detail.
"Wenxiang, Minmin is going to the Central Plains with the Prince of Ruyang. Is it to avoid me?" Zhao Qiang's voice came softly, carrying a strange mix of sorrow and joy: "Minmin said it's not to avoid me. Wenxiang, do you think that's true?"
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