You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?

Chapter 42 – These are all my achievements!

The night was dark, and the room was dimly lit.

Bai Zhi looked at Ying Wuji's handsome face and felt her heart pounding. Her hands hung in the air, hesitant to reach out.

But after waiting for a while, she didn't hear Ying Wuji urging her on.

When she looked carefully, she found that he had closed his eyes, breathing steadily, but frowning slightly. Perhaps it was because his clothes were uncomfortable.

Has the young master fallen asleep?

Bai Zhi cautiously poked Ying Wuji's shoulder and whispered, "Young master, young master, are you asleep?"

Ying Wuji did not respond, seemingly sound asleep.

Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had fallen asleep. If he had just watched her undress him...

The thought made her ears burn.

Her nervousness eased a bit, and she took a deep breath before carefully helping him undress.

With her strength, it was no problem to undress Ying Wuji, but he was sleeping too soundly. Although she could move him around as she pleased, there was inevitably some physical contact.

Occasionally touching his warm skin, Bai Zhi couldn't help but blush.

Shirt, coat...

One by one, she removed them until only the undershirt was left, still carrying a faint smell of alcohol.

Finally done!

Bai Zhi wiped the sweat from her forehead and prepared to leave quietly, but she heard a groan.

"I'm thirsty..."

"..."

Bai Zhi had to come back and make a cup of cold tea for Ying Wuji, carefully helping him drink it.

Ying Wuji finally hummed contentedly, his eyes half-closed, not sure if he had fallen asleep.

"Are you still thirsty, young master?"

"No, I'm cold!"

"Ah!"

Bai Zhi screamed as Ying Wuji pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but tremble.

Ying Wuji looked at her quivering eyebrows and panicked face, like a startled quail, and couldn't help but grin.

What was the origin of this little girl?

Ying Wuji didn't know how the Mohist clan had abducted Bai Zhi, but judging from her behavior, she seemed to have come to serve him sincerely.

She was really a strange little girl.

He didn't think too much about it and turned over, soon falling asleep.

...

The next morning.

Shang Mo's bookstore was still doing well. Unlike before, where it was crowded and chaotic as soon as the door opened, there were now real customers in the store, and there were quite a few of them.

Inside the store, the borrowed helpers from the paper shop were busy.

In the backyard, several Mohist workers were printing vigorously.

Damn it!"I've never made so much money before."

Outside the shop, Xun Zhiyin looked up at the sign, then at the customers inside the shop, a smile on his lips that he couldn't hide.

He walked in confidently, as if inspecting his own industry.

Although it had not yet been officially incorporated into his management, he had already regarded this bookstore as his own industry. After all, according to the laws of Kingdom Qian, the embassy and merchants had a superior-subordinate relationship.

As long as he waited until the end of the month and registered the name of the bookstore on the embassy's commercial register, he could use the commercial seal to access the account book.

But...it was just a matter of time. It wouldn't hurt to take a look today.

Xun Zhiyin paid attention to the bookstore all day long, and naturally noticed some clues. Although the price of three hundred wen per book was ridiculously low, the bookstore was likely still making money, but he didn't know how much.

But regardless of how much the bookstore made, as long as the paper shop was revitalized, Kingdom Qian would not fall to the point of selling imperial bamboo grass. If they really did sell it, the local people of Kingdom Qian would lose a lot of money, and as an envoy, he would definitely be punished.

Who would have thought that Ying Wuji would suddenly become enlightened after walking in front of the Yanwang Temple and save the paper shop!

It was fortunate that he was cautious. If he had given the commercial seal to Ying Wuji, the credit would have fallen on Ying Wuji's shoulders. Although it was far from enough to regain the initiative, the Ying Wuque lineage would definitely think that he was not doing his job well.

Decisive!

Clever!

Cautious!

This!

Is me!

Xun Zhiyin walked into the bookstore with big strides. This...is all my political achievements!