"What?" Si Fuqing closed the book and leaned over to take a look. It was a Weibo post from a well-known marketing account.
**[@圈内八婆V: Is there anyone who doesn't know that Si Fuqing secretly took advantage of male students? A female hooligan? [vomiting]]**
Below was a screenshot of a Moments post, showing the name of Lu Ni's agent.
**[I've had enough of this instructor. Incompetent, lowering the quality of the show alone. Even resorting to physical abuse against trainees. If the show hadn't just started, who would tolerate this kind of nonsense! ]**
Although no names were mentioned, everyone knew who was being referred to.
*"Youth"* was a talent show training young artists, and its mentors were all top-tier superstars and popular idols.
Lu Ni was the top candidate for the center position. The show had only aired one episode, and there were already five million fans.
As soon as this Weibo post came out, fans went crazy.
**[Si Fuqing, get out of here! Stay away from our baby! Don't you even look at yourself? Where do you get the courage? I hate you.]**
**[Si Fuqing, you're a joke. Do you even know Brother Meng's identity? You've been kicked out of the Zuo family. What backing do you have left?]**
**[I don't understand why you want to ruin the boy band auditions. This privileged person makes me so mad!]**
The insults from male idol fans were vicious and filled with ugly words.
Feng San pursed lips. "Ms. Si, these..."
Si Fuqing tilted head, completely unfazed. "It starts with a picture, then they edit it however they like. I'm used to it, so why should I care?"
"Look at me. Prettier than them, better figure than them, more talented than them. All they do is type on the internet. Why should I bother?"
Feng San: "…"
Okay, that was very convincing.
Looking up Lu Ni's picture again, Feng San frowned. "Ms. Si, why are you mentoring a boy band audition? And even wearing makeup? Is that your type?"
If not for the information in hand, it would be hard to believe Si Fuqing was the one being criticized.
With Si Fuqing's skill level, could the entertainment industry even handle such a powerhouse?
"You sound like…" Si Fuqing sighed. "A gossiping old man."
Feng San: "…"
Yu Xiheng tilted his head slightly and spoke slowly, "Yes, quite similar."
Feng San shivered. "Ninth Brother…"
Yu Xiheng said nothing more, gazing out the window.
"You all chat first." Shen Xingjun smiled. "I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some food. Since Ms. Si is Shi Yan's personal bodyguard, please stay and eat with us."
Si Fuqing, already thinking about lunch, immediately responded, "Okay."
Pulling the chair over, Si Fuqing sat at the dining table, while Feng San stood behind Yu Xiheng.
"Oh, to answer your question—who likes that kind of guy? I don't even know him. If I were to like someone, it would be someone like my boss." Si Fuqing rested chin on hand. "Look at my boss. Handsome, rich, great figure, treats subordinates well. Where else can you find someone so perfect?"
"My boss is a celestial being, a god descended to earth, a living emperor."
Yu Xiheng's fingers, holding a teacup, paused slightly.
If not for certain things being impossible to reveal, it would almost seem like Si Fuqing had uncovered the truth.
Yu Xiheng remained calm and smiled. "Thank you."
Si Fuqing blinked.
That's it?
No processing fee?
All that effort to flatter, and nothing in return.
Feng San: "…"
Wasn't Ms. Si's true love actually money?
And Ninth Brother… was unexpectedly being swayed.
Lunch was quickly served. Si Fuqing picked up chopsticks and took a piece of braised pork.
"Ms. Si, do you like history?" Shen Xingjun asked. "I saw you reading it in your free time today."
"I wouldn't say I like it. I just never thought about reading it in detail before." Si Fuqing smiled. "Now that I've read it, I'm deeply moved. I really want to meet Emperor Yin."
"Oh? You want to meet Emperor Yin? Why?"
"I feel like I have a lot to say to him."
Before Shen Xingjun could ask further, Yu Xiheng had already turned around and looked deeply at Si Fuqing. "What would you say to him?"
"I'd tell him…" Si Fuqing spoke softly, "Look, no one dares to invade Daxia today."
Yu Xiheng's eyes darkened.
"Look—today, one hundred million people of Daxia stand strong."
"Look again—Daxia stretches for thousands of miles, reaching the Western Continent in the west and the Eastern Ridge Sea in the east. The five regions of Daxia, for which you fought and bled, now flourish."
"Daxia can now leap ninety thousand miles into the sky and explore three thousand miles into the deep sea. Tell me, which principality in the Western Continent dares to challenge Daxia today?"
"…"
A heavy silence fell over the table.
Feng San was stunned.
Even Yu Xiheng's gaze tightened.
Each sentence was calm, yet carried an electrifying power, sending a shiver down the spine.
For a moment, thoughts scattered, souls lost in a whirlwind.
Yu Xiheng raised a hand, touching the place over the heart. Closed eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth there.
It had been a long, long time since feeling this way.
Si Fuqing remained silent for a while before sighing softly. "It's a pity that he can't see it."
Many people couldn't see it.
According to the books, Emperor Yin ascended the throne at just fourteen. The previous emperor left behind a crumbling empire.
Internal strife, external threats, enemies everywhere.
Everyone wanted to carve up the fragile Daxia. The borders were in chaos, people were displaced, blood soaked the land.
Two years after ascending the throne, at sixteen, Emperor Yin chose to end war with war, to stop the killing through killing.
For eleven years, from the first battle, he never stopped.
How many soldiers followed him?
How many lives were sacrificed?
History books reduced it all to cold, simple text, unable to truly capture the blood and turmoil of those years.
But Si Fuqing wished to meet him, to tell him that Daxia, for which he had given everything, had become prosperous just as he dreamed.
No more foreign invasions. No more internal chaos.
Shen Xingjun felt his scalp tingle at hearing this. Unable to stop himself, he clapped his hands. "Amazing! Miss Si, only eighteen, yet such deep insight. I'm ashamed. Let me toast to you."
At the mention of wine, Si Fuqing immediately brightened and reached for the cup—only for another hand to block the way. A cold voice spoke:
"Hand is injured. Shouldn't drink."
Shen Xingjun was surprised. "Injured?"
Seeing Si Fuqing easily taking down other applicants earlier, he hadn't noticed any injury.
"Just a minor scratch from a wine bottle." Si Fuqing waved it off. "But yeah, drinking isn't a good idea right now. Boss, I'm fine."
"You spoke well." Yu Xiheng didn't respond to the injury, only smiling slightly. "Today, in Daxia, every person is like a dragon, ready to soar into the sky."
"If Emperor Yin could see this, he would have no regrets, even if his life had lasted only twenty-seven years."
Si Fuqing tilted head, fox-like eyes narrowing.