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Transmigrated as a Stepmother: Time to Bring the Family to Prosper!

Chapter 687: Banished Immortal Descends to the Mortal World
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Chapter 687: Chapter 687: Banished Immortal Descends to the Mortal World

Liu Ji nodded heavily, he could be straightforward, but he was afraid she wouldn’t like hearing the straightforward truth.

Qin Yao furrowed her brows, was she really such a narrow-minded person?

"Speak!"

Liu Ji: "If I enter the National Master Mansion, you, my lady, protect me. We split the reward sixty-forty, you sixty, me forty, how about it?"

So he’s waiting for her here, huh!

Well, well, she actually wanted to hear how he planned to split the sixty-forty.

Qin Yao leaned back against her chair with interest, raising her hand to gesture for him to speak, "Tell me, how do you plan to mess with Sikong Jian?"

"Hey!" Liu Ji gave her a sidelong glance, "Lady, don’t talk nonsense, how can you call it messing around with the matters of us scholars?"

"He has his strategist’s plans, I have my ladder over the wall."

With the lady’s support, compared to that Sikong Jian, not to say he’s inferior in any way, at least he’s an equal match!

"Tomorrow I’ll go to the National Master Mansion for recruitment, then my lady, just watch, we definitely won’t lose out!"

As for the specific plan, please allow him to maintain a bit of mystery.

Qin Yao pointed to the backyard, "Tomorrow I need to take Si Niang to the Women’s Academy, so I don’t have the time to see the show at the National Master Mansion with you."

"No problem." Liu Ji raised a hand to point at the diligent young man chopping wood under the courtyard wall, "Let Ah Wang accompany me in secret, that’ll do."

With Ah Wang around, he won’t die easily.

If his life were in jeopardy, Ah Wang could quickly rush to bring reinforcements from the lady.

As long as his life isn’t in danger, even if the Heavenly King comes, he won’t be afraid!

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow, "I’ll be watching."

Liu Ji proudly put his hands on his hips, "My lady, just watch, there’s a time when Sikong Jian will cry for daring to set me up."

He’s not confident in many things, but when it comes to tormenting others for his own amusement, he’s an expert!

Ah Wang, who had suffered from this before: Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Oh, remembered, continue chopping wood.

...

The next day, after breakfast, Liu Ji specifically brought out his cool, close-fitting white snakeskin vest.

He first wore a thin white robe, then put the snakeskin vest on top, and even specially wore the jade hairpin Qin Yao had bought him before, looking like he was about to participate in a beauty pageant, he checked himself out in the mirror from both sides.

Feeling satisfied, he opened a paper umbrella for shade and then went out.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to turn back and give Qin Yao inside the house a bright smile, "My lady, see you later."

After speaking, he turned around, ignoring the shocked gazes of the neighboring onlookers, and leisurely walked towards the National Master Mansion.

Ah Wang glanced at the lady inside the hall, who was twitching at the corners of her mouth, holding back so as not to spray the milk tea in her mouth, sighed, and darted after him.

He watched his master strut down the street like a flamboyant peacock the whole way, his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

He just... suddenly started feeling sympathetic towards someone.

The hour was already late.

But Liu Ji thought the National Master Mansion recruiting scholars as house servants was extremely ridiculous, probably apart from him, a genuine scholar, there’d be no other applicants.

So he walked at a leisurely pace.

But he never expected that when he strolled leisurely to the gate of the National Master Mansion, a long queue had already formed!

Not only that, but at a glance, it was full of young talents.

Of course, they were young talents, the recruitment notice had already listed the conditions, the age must be between twenty-six and twenty-eight, must be a scholar, and have good looks, with these three conditions combined, anyone with less confidence in their appearance wouldn’t dare come.

These young talents each held a copy of the recruitment notice, eagerly looking towards the recruitment tables and chairs set up in front of the National Master Mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Gongliang.

No!

Even half a glance would do!

The scene was completely opposite to what Liu Ji had imagined.

Then looking again at the big girls and little girls on the street who had come especially to watch and were crazily throwing flirtatious glances, Liu Ji was dumbfounded.

Were these young scholars some kind of common cabbage? How were there so many in the Capital City!

Was the National Master Mansion recruiting servants or selecting concubines?

And, being esteemed scholars, don’t they have any dignity?

Actually willing to enter the National Master Mansion as house servants, simply disgraceful!

Liu Ji muttered to himself, "Really got to take my hat off to these bastards."

But he forgot, in today’s flamboyant dressing, he was even more eye-catching than the young talents in line in front of the National Master Mansion.

Just when Liu Ji was still shocked by his teacher’s personal charm, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

Yes, grabbed, very forcefully.

If not for Liu Ji already having trained a stable stance under his lady’s hand, he would have been pulled and staggered.

Liu Ji annoyed, glared over, words of scolding already rolling to his tongue, but unexpectedly saw a pretty girl.

"I am He Yue, captivated at first sight with you, sir. May I know your name? Would you mind being my live-in son-in-law?" The pretty girl stared at him without blinking, her face fully expressing amazement.

She had only seen his profile, already found it exceptionally outstanding, didn’t expect that when he turned to face her, he was a hundred times more handsome than imagined.

Just this gentleman didn’t know why his gaze seemed a bit strange.

The pretty girl thought maybe saying "live-in son-in-law" had displeased the handsome man, so she hastily added:

"If sir doesn’t mind, my family is willing to provide three thousand taels of silver to buy property for your family, ensuring they never want for anything in the future."

She gave him a bashful glance again, hesitatingly adding: "In the future we can..."

"What future, there’s no future!" Liu Ji flicked his sleeve, pulling his sleeve back from the young girl’s hand.

He admitted, being proposed to on the street gave him some secret satisfaction, but!

"A mere three thousand taels to marry me, insulting who now?"

Liu Ji added in his heart: My wife’s brother-in-law’s family owns a mine!

"Get out of here, don’t block this young master!"

Liu Ji pushed aside the onlookers in front of him, briskly walking away from the young girl, forcefully squeezing into the queue.

"All of you, move aside for me!" Liu Ji held his umbrella in one hand and pushed forward with the other, pushing aside everyone blocking him.

A bunch of accompaniment morons, didn’t they know he was the main character!

"Who is it?"

"What’s going on? Why squeeze? We’re all scholars, can’t you show some manners!"

The queue became agitated, those pushed or pulled away turned their angry gazes to see which bastard was so bold, daring to be unruly at the National Master Mansion door, ignoring the State Preceptor’s prestige.

But at a glance, they all fell silent.

A banished immortal descended to the world?

He was dressed in elegant white clothes, with unmatched beauty, clearly doing the most impolite actions, and wearing the most disdainful, contemptuous expression, yet due to his overwhelming brilliance, everyone couldn’t even think to get angry.

Gazing at the white-clad man under the umbrella, the recruiting scholars seemed unable to endure such dazzling light, all stepping back ashamed.

One already standing in front of the recruiting table, who considered himself the most outstanding among the scholars, proudly left with his face covered, after two "whimpers" of shame when the white-clad man approached.

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