Chapter 1490: 10 Billion Merits (Part 2) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"Could it be a bug?"
Putting myself in their shoes, I suspect there's a bug in the lending company's system.
I couldn't resist doing the calculation for the third time.
A mouthful of blood choked him, and the bill was updated twice more!
"Ugh—no, my heart can't take it." Shen Tang rubbed her forehead with one hand, closed her eyes, and forced herself not to think about these two huge expenses. The more she tried, the more the string of numbers jumped around in her mind, "Kang Jishou, you swiped your card for over four million in one go!"
Four million in luck isn't a catastrophe.
But four million merits are extremely dangerous.
In comparison, Xun Zhen's three million coins were nothing.
"There's a limit to how much a bank card can be used at once, so why doesn't Ji Shou have a limit?" Shen Tang instantly transformed into a furious lioness, pacing back and forth anxiously, muttering, "Is this reasonable? This is completely unreasonable! I wouldn't even let my own parents go if they came!"
It was so lethal that she moved to an orphanage overnight.
Ji Moqiu said, "Your Highness has no father or mother."
Truly born and nurtured by nature.
As for those nominal "parents," His Highness is ready to kill them three times a day. He wouldn't even spend four points of merit, let alone four million. It's unclear whether Shen Tang listened to Ji Moqiu's words; her emotions are becoming increasingly volatile.
Seeing that her face was flushed and slightly bluish, Ji Moqiu couldn't help but feel worried for Qi Zhongshu: "If Your Highness is reluctant, perhaps you can hold an altar ceremony to discuss it with the heavens... and unilaterally suspend the card?"
Shen Tang's soaring blood pressure came to an abrupt halt.
She frowned seriously, and after a long while shook her right arm, which was wrapped up like a dumpling, and said repeatedly, "No, no. How can we stop? Can I really watch Ji Shou die? I made a promise to Han Zhang back then, and I can't go back on my word and disappoint him."
Just imagine that scene, and your blood pressure will instantly return to normal.
Shen Tang said helplessly, "...It's not that I'm unwilling to part with these material possessions, nor that I don't want to be ripped off, it's just that I'm annoyed by dying without knowing why. He was overcharging! If the price were clearly marked, the transaction would be a willing buyer and a willing seller."
It's not that I think it's expensive, it's that I'm annoyed by being overcharged.
Ji Moqiu: "..."
Shen Tang lifted her eyelids: "Why are you silent?"
He suppressed a laugh and said, "I was thinking that it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."
Shen Tang: "???"
Ji Moqiu didn't want to completely anger her: "Just now, a memory suddenly came to my mind. Someone told me that when His company was first established, they gave new employees their favorite items on the first day."
Shen Tang: "..."
Seeing her increasingly gloomy and serious expression, Ji Moqiu nervously swallowed hard: "Everything should be done to please her."
The most powerful binding technique in the world isn't some grand star array or heaven-shattering formation, but rather the word "emotion." Countless people are willing to tie their own hands for these two words; even saints are not immune. When employees develop a deep bond with their beloved possessions, they're motivated to go to work every day. Even when they're furiously cursing their boss, they'll think twice—at least they can't abandon their beloved pet for their boss.
Isn't this a kind of "honey trap"?
No need for stunning beauty, just the right amount.
In his view, His Highness is now burdened with constraints, endless worries, and hopelessly infatuated with beauty. Tell me, who would keep a mistress like Chu Wuhui, Qi Yuanliang, Ning Tunan, Lin Lingde, Gu Wangchao, Qin Gongsu, or Kang Jishou while working a job…?
How could someone bear to flip the table and quit?
It's hard to say about others.
But His Highness is truly bewitched and cannot be completely eradicated.
It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.
The more lively, rebellious, and troublesome the rascal, the more she loved him, even to the point of being hopelessly infatuated. It was like Su Shang jumping onto Qi Zhongshu's desk, carefully observing him while cautiously reaching out to paw at the pen holder. Who would blame the adorable Su Shang for a pen holder or a cup? Forget the pen holder, he'd love it even if you threw all his belongings into the water to hear the splash.
Qi Yuanliang is like this, and so is Your Highness.
Ji Moqiu hadn't initially thought of this, but now that he'd calmed down and thought about it, he even suspected it was a carefully planned honey trap set for His Highness! He'd already considered it, so how could Shen Tang not have realized it? But, as the old saying goes...
She loves it!
As expected—
She crossed her arms and complained, "Despicable, insidious capitalists!"
Is merit more important, or are Wu Huiyuan and others more important?
Merit can be earned again, but Wu Hui and the others only have one lifetime. After dying of old age, they will be reincarnated and given a new life, but not the one with the karmic bond of ruler and subject with Shen Youli. Therefore, she doesn't need to consider this issue much.
Shen Tang values fate and feelings more.
As for these merits—
Despite her seemingly normal appearance, she was gritting her teeth inwardly—what she lost today, she would earn back tomorrow!
Ji Moqiu: "...So, Your Highness isn't angry anymore?"
"I'm still a little angry, but not as intense as at the beginning. I'm even—a little worried." Shen Tang rested her chin on her hand, frowned, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm wondering how much merit I have left in my main account. What if I max out my card?"
The larger size is the larger size, and she is herself.
Anyway, she doesn't have any memories of her older self now.
Ji Moqiu: "..."
His eyes were filled with shock.
"...Is it wrong of me to ask this? If my merit points run out, won't Ji Shouhan be in danger? What if a few more like this appear out of nowhere? Should I give them more merit points or not?" Shen Tang is worried that she won't have enough merit points.
Unfortunately, she couldn't remember her main account password.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be worried about this issue.
Ji Moqiu asked uncertainly, "...Should be enough?"
Are you sure?
Ji Moqiu remained silent.
It wasn't that he didn't know; deep in his mind, he had a vague memory that His Highness possessed nearly 20 billion merits, and that was only after her long period of dormancy and inaction. If she continued to accumulate merits as before, a hundred billion wouldn't be impossible, making her the absolute number one on the list.
He didn't know who was currently at the top of the leaderboard.
As for why Your Highness was so curled up before?
Loving someone is like growing flowers; it never comes without spending money.
Shen Tang calmed down and finally agreed to take the medicine to heal her wounds. Perhaps because she now knew about the existence of the true ledger, and He finally knew to restrain Himself, Shen Tang didn't choke on the medicine this time. The calm was frightening, as if it were the calm before a storm. Maybe she should just suffer a little more to put her mind at ease?
"High Priest, I have another question."
"Please ask, Your Highness."
Shen Tang felt increasingly uneasy: "Over the years, I have worked tirelessly day and night, never daring to stop for a single day. I dare not say that I have brought great benefits to the people or made any great contributions, but compared to those inhuman warlords of that time, I am a normal person. Under my rule, the government is efficient and the people live in peace and contentment. In any case, this should be considered a meritorious deed, right? Apart from the fate of the nation, have I gained any merit at all?"
Upon closer reflection, it turns out there were only deductions without any revenue coming in.
Could it be that her many killings over the years have negated her good deeds?
This doesn't seem to make sense.
If someone as diligent as her still can't accumulate merit, she doesn't even dare to think about how others should accumulate it; this price is not right!
Ji Moqiu: "Yes, there is."
This little world is very generous, and the merits bestowed upon people are quite abundant.
Shen Tang checked the ledger: "I didn't see it."
"The problem of embezzlement and falsifying accounts has a long history."
"...I hate corrupt officials! All corrupt officials deserve to die—"
My blood pressure, which had just gone down, started to spike again.
Qi Shan could no longer bear it and lay down on a stretcher to be carried to the main tent: "Speak frankly, that the Lord and Kang Jishou have joined forces to take my life!"
His face was expressionless, and his eyes held a resentful look.
Ignoring the fact that the wound was still gushing blood.
I hope I can see my great-grandmother soon.
Fang Yan took his pulse and examined all the meridians in his body. With a serious expression, he told him: "If it weren't for the fact that scholars like Wenxin focus so intently on cultivating their spirit, their brain meridians wouldn't be as robust and elastic as the average person's. Hey, your blood vessels in your brain are about to burst! Young man, don't get so worked up."
Not only is it very hot-tempered, it can also go bungee jumping.
A sudden rise and fall, the difference in elevation is so great that it can kill without a trace.
Fang Yan even wanted to persuade Qi Shan to become a nun and take refuge in Buddhism.
By practicing the path of Nirvana, one can at least preserve their life.
Shen Tang: "..."
Qi Shan felt wronged, and Shen Tang also had a lot of grievances.
The emperor and his minister were practically face to face, holding hands and gazing at each other with tearful eyes. Shen Tang, her eyes brimming with tears, said with a fierce glint in them, "Yuanliang, from now on I will slaughter every corrupt dog in the world, leaving not a single one alive!"
Qi Shan: "..."
Although he didn't know what connection the Lord and Kang Shi had with the corrupt dog that had put him on the verge of death, he would never stop Shen Tang from doing the right thing: "Okay, Shan will sharpen your knife."
Absolutely sharp; a single cut can sever a head.
Gu Chi: "..."
If they can improve the emperor's mood, those corrupt officials will die a worthy death, and the Censorate will keep a close watch on the emperor's behalf.
Because Shen Tang and Qi Shan were both severely injured and bedridden by the plague, all military affairs had to fall on Chu Yao and his group. Fortunately, the allied forces had already retreated, and all that remained were cleaning up the battlefield, treating the wounded, registering the wounded, and distributing rewards and punishments... so it wasn't too tiring.
Forehead……
Three Chu Yaos and three Qin Lis brought six portions of happiness.
Gu Chi and the others were so busy that they were nowhere to be seen.
Watching them transform into their true forms to discuss and negotiate the details, Shen Tang and Qi Shan, the two patients, only needed to slack off. Well, to be precise, Shen Tang was just sitting there slacking off, because the physique of a martial artist is so resilient; she can still run ten thousand or eight thousand meters even with a broken leg.
Qi Shan lay down on the sunlit couch, since she wasn't going to sleep anyway.
He was as energetic as a calf.
When Qi Shan saw that she was full of energy, and then thought about her own pathetic state of being unable to move, she was already furious even without Shen Tang's help.
The tent was quiet.
Occasionally, one can hear the sound of pages turning and bamboo slips clattering.
Shen Tang's hands, especially her ten fingers, were severely injured and had not yet regained their dexterity. She could only pass the time by blowing out candles and watching the flickering candlelight. She would blow out a candle every now and then, her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly in the candlelight.
If someone accidentally blew too hard, the lamp on Qin Li's desk would suddenly go out. Shen Tang would look embarrassed, her almond-shaped eyes darting around, trying to figure out how to fix it. Qin Li would then calmly take out a flint and steel and relight the lamp without saying a word.
Shen Tang: "..."
Hehehe, she still dares to do it.
Qi Shan was speechless: "Is the Lord a cat?"
Seeing her sitting there so quietly, the candlelight flickering as her shadow fell to the ground, inexplicably reminded me of the pack of cats at home. When Su Shang was young and lively, her claws were even more mischievous than this.
Shen Tang yawned: "Isn't this just boring?"
All six of them were busy, so it wasn't appropriate for me to chat with them.
The candlelight softened her striking features, making her look listless and lacking energy, a far cry from the terrifying and ruthless figure she was during the day. Of course, in the eyes of her ministers, however much bloodshed their ruler had stained his hands, it was all just a facade.
Qin Li, who was nearby, knew she was genuinely bored.
To start the conversation: "Does Your Majesty know the outcome on Ji Shou's side?"
Shen Tang: "It's an absolute victory."
Don't ask her why she's so sure.
Look at the 6.66 million merit points deducted today. If Kang Jishou dares to lose, if he dares to die, Shen Tang would fight her way into the underworld, across the Bridge of Helplessness, and even gouge the Meng Po soup out of his throat with her bare hands. Does he live up to her trust?
Upon hearing this, Chu Yao also stopped writing.
Qin Li smiled and said, "Does Your Majesty have so much confidence?"
Shen Tang yawned again and muttered, "I not only have confidence, but I also know the general pattern. It's definitely because we've run into reinforcements from the Central Allied Forces. I guess it's still a match where the strength is vastly different. So our Minister Kang just waved his hand, flicked his sleeve, sat down on the gambling table, and hammered the enemy's head, winning with fewer troops and making the Allied forces shit and pee..."
Qin Li knew how powerful Kang Shi's approach to literature was, and had witnessed it firsthand, but none of the battles had forced Kang Shi to the point of desperation. Unless it was a do-or-die situation, Kang Shi always held back – no matter how alluring military achievements were, he couldn't disregard his lord's life.
Yes, everything should be done in a sustainable manner.
As long as our Lord is alive, we need not worry about running out of firewood.
Qin Li looked up at Chu Yao, his eyes seeking an answer.
Chu Yao said, "Our lord is truly amazing, as if he witnessed it with his own eyes. If I hadn't spent the whole day with our lord and hadn't received any messenger reports of victory, I would have thought that our lord was hiding good news from us."
He remained calm because he knew Kang Jishou's trip would be fruitful, and very fruitful. He had also followed his lord's orders to arrange for a hidden trap, so he wasn't worried about the enemy taking advantage of Kang Shi. His composure stemmed from his vision of a bright future. His lord's calmness could only be attributed to her absolute confidence in Kang Jishou.
Sigh, even he sometimes felt a pang of envy at that confidence.
Shen Tang said weakly, "I saw it with my own eyes."
I saw the bill with my own eyes.
Why is she having such a terrible day?
Kang Jishou wiped out nearly ten million of her luck and more than six million of her merits in one day, yet she was not killed by him, all thanks to her thick health bar!
Before Chu Yao could even react, he heard the rapid sound of approaching hooves outside the tent. The messenger, carrying a flag, barely caught his breath and nearly tumbled off his horse, his voice hoarse: "Report—"
Chu Yao and the others were instantly invigorated!
Shen Tang: "Speak!"
Even though she knew the answer beforehand, when she actually heard it, her heart still pounded unconsciously. The uncontrollable worry and urgency overwhelmed her reason.
No matter how much good fortune or merit one accumulates...
It's not worth a living human life.
If she could, she would give up everything she owns to achieve a happy ending.
Ji Moqiu finished brewing the poison, then suddenly stopped, gazing at the moon in a daze—living beings should not easily make promises to Him, unaware that He too cannot easily make vows to Heaven. The prophecies of sages will surely come true in the unseen realm.
The balance is going to be lost.
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