509 Pre-Election Rumble 3 (2/2)
Te Langpu: ”Wait.”
Cao Cao: ”Hahaha! Now, you get the picture! We can use her!”
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The next day
The inner palace where men could not enter without permission, a legal loli, who had a middle-schooler appearance despite being in her late 20s, was playing with her 7-year-old daughter.
Wang Yi, aka Liu Yang, was enjoying her slow-life. She had forgotten about her duties and Athena's mission as she was too happy living a normal life with her daughter.
This was her first time having a warm family, not being tainted by political struggle or façade.
The 7-year-old daughter, Zhang Ying, was unlike her mother. She had a tall stature, which was taller than children of her age. With her height and slim constitution, Zhang Ying could be misunderstood as Wang Yi's little sister from the onlooker's perspective.
”Is sister Min coming today? Can we play flying tag again?”
After the raid incident, Zhang Min moved back to Ye City and lived with Diaochan. After her soul had partly recovered, Zhang Min visited Tong's other concubines to kill time and got acquainted with Wang Yi's family.
Zhang Min, Zhang Ying, and other princesses became friends and usually played together, except for Sun Shangxiang, who was always busy practicing her martial arts or cultivating.
However, Zhang Min had been shutting herself indoor during the past few months. Aside from Diaochan and Wang Yi, no one knew about her condition.
The only thing everyone heard about Zhang Min was – She became a bit chubby.
”I'm sorry, Ying'er. She is going to be busy for a few years. She will play with you again after she has finished her job.”
”Boo! I'm bored! I want to fly! I want to play flying tag again! Mom, play with me!”
”Okay, okay. I'll be it, and I'll count to five. Are you ready?”
”YAY!!”
Zhang Ying shuttled to the sky as fast as she could. Within a few seconds, she left the inner palace fly space and got to the government building area.
Wang Yi shook her head and sighed. She spread her wings and stretched them to warm up.
Behind her back, 8 white tentacle wings stretched as if they just woke up from a good nap.
'Whoops. I'm supposed to hide my cultivation.'
Wang Yi hid a pair of her white wings, leaving out only 6.
Similar to others, Liu Yang also broke through and regained her 8 wings about the same time that Medusa got her cultivation back. Despite that, she remained in the harem and waited to confront her former nemesis.
Still, both of them had not met each other face-to-face yet as Diaochan avoided her, continuing cultivating to get more wings.
'Haiz. I'm tired. I want to apologize to her. She should have found my identity once she got her 8th wing already but why is she avoiding me?'
Liu Yang, too, had a change of heart after she had given birth to Tong's daughter. Now, she only sought peace, so her daughter could live free in this troubled time.
Also, she missed the hot nights with Tong. She was willing to abandon her pride, missions, or duties for the sake of obtaining Tong's love.
Love was strange. It could change a person.
*Whoosh*
Liu Yang took flight and chased after her daughter. Everything was calm until a system message flashed in front of her face.
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For the first time, someone attempted to recruit Liu Yang into the clan chat.
”Dafuq is this? Is this Lilim's prank again?”
Without hesitation, she pressed [No].
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Again, Liu Yang pressed [No]. She realized what it was now as she had seen many festivals with this similar feature.
Liu Yang could not accept this invitation since it would reveal her true name to the other clan members, exposing her identity as the false Wang Yi. As for the real Wang Yi, the true historical figure, she should still be living in Liang Province.
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Now, the third attempt got on her nerve. Still, she was smart enough to minimize the semi-transparent menu and flew after her daughter, ignoring the invitation.
However, she did not forget the names of the inviters.
'Sima Yi and Wei Yan. Those fuckers! Once I'm free, I'll teach those morons a lesson!'
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= Meanwhile =
Sima Yi: ”Why doesn't she accept our invitation?”
Wei Yan: ”She might be confused or she's too busy playing with her daughter.”
Sima Yi: ”Forget it. I have another idea.”
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Sima Yi: ”Can you spare a bit of your time?”