"Xiao Bu, why the long face? You should be glad: from a professional perspective, you're quite talented. I've enjoyed working with you."
As Lu Bei scrutinized the jade slip, he critiqued, "Especially those pictures with you clothed are quite intriguing. I guarantee that you will be popular."
Bu Zishi lay on the ground, clutching at her clothes. Hearing these words, her slender body involuntarily trembled.
"If you spread those pictures… You will regret it!"
"Are you trying to threaten me?"
"..."
"No need to be shocked, you know what I want. Do you have a Thousand Miles Talisman? Give me one to keep in contact."
Lu Bei squatted next to Bu Zishi and patted her shoulder, "Cooperate nicely. In ten—no, one year, I'll give you the jade slip and ensure that no one else knows about this."
Recalling how he blackmailed She Huan years ago, Lu Bei confidently said, "You know about blood oaths, right? Swear one to me, serve me for five years, and then you'll be free."
"Impossible!"
