I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 299 - 263: A Perfect Match

"When will we set off?"

Yao Zhen was overly enthusiastic, not even asking why Sang Que faked her death, how she managed to control the Yin Child, or if the ghostly disaster in Wangshan City was caused by the Yin Child. She seemed eager to immediately take Sang Que back.

Even though Yao Zhen didn’t ask, Sang Que still felt the need to explain. After all, she couldn’t use the Ghost Slave Seal to ensure Yao Zhen wouldn’t betray her, so it’s better to clarify some things from the start.

If we’re compatible, we can start a venture together. If not, it’s best to part ways early.

Sang Que glanced around, lowered her voice, and said, "I did unexpectedly manage to control the Yin Child, but the ghostly disaster in Wangshan City is definitely not as stated on the Evil Suppression Bureau’s notice. It wasn’t done by the Yin Child, but was orchestrated by the Ghost Opera Troupe."

Yao Zhen nodded quickly, "Mm, got it."

Sang Que frowned. Does she truly not care about this matter? Is she indifferent?

Noticing Sang Que’s change of expression, Yao Zhen sighed, "Actually, besides the Ghost Opera Troupe, the mastermind behind Wangshan City’s ghostly disaster also includes the storyteller from Nine Songs."

Sang Que’s whole body trembled, "Is Nine Songs conspiring with the Ghost Opera Troupe?"

Yao Zhen wagged a finger, "No, no, no. Nine Songs is Nine Songs. That storyteller bastard only represents himself. The day before New Year’s Eve, I discovered his tracks and chased him all the way out of town, just managing to avoid the ghostly disaster."

Yao Zhen found it too bothersome to mention how she risked her life to block the Corpse Nest.

Sang Que keenly sensed that Yao Zhen’s attitude towards Nine Songs was unusual, eager to clear Nine Songs’ name. Could she be one of Nine Songs’ people, or have some connection to them?

Yao Zhen continued, "So I know the ghostly disaster in Wangshan City wasn’t your doing. Being able to control the Yin Child counts as doing a good deed for the people. As for other things, I’m personally not too concerned. Based on my earlier observations of you, you’re not someone who kills indiscriminately or is cruel and cold-blooded. We can get along."

Yao Zhen glanced outside the alley. Before running into Sang Que, she’d been setting up a stall opposite the Zhang Family Grain Store.

"Wait for me a moment, I’ll tidy up my things and join you soon." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Sang Que grabbed Yao Zhen, "There’s no need to be so rushed. I just entered the city and have a few things to take care of."

"No worries, no worries. I’ll just follow you."

"It’s personal matters! How about meeting at the South City Gate tomorrow?"

Yao Zhen awkwardly smiled, "I have no money to stay at an inn. I originally planned to stay with you, but never mind. I’ll make do for a night in the woods outside the city."

Sang Que sighed helplessly, pulling out some Copper Coin and broken silver from her bag. These were scavenged from bandits, and she only took a small portion, leaving most behind for production and construction.

"Find a place to stay for the night, don’t save too much. I’ll work hard to earn money in the future."

Sang Que’s words gave Yao Zhen the feeling that Sang Que was working hard to support her.

"Sister, I’m older and capable, no need for you to support me. Consider this money borrowed, I’ll pay you back after I earn some."

Yao Zhen took the money from Sang Que’s hand and turned to leave.

"See you tomorrow~"

The wind blew through her Daoist robe, her flowing hair conveying a sense of freedom and rebelliousness.

After Yao Zhen left, Sang Que realized that Yao Zhen hadn’t asked her what she planned to do from start to finish. Did she just decide to go with her?

This made Sang Que wonder if she had some sort of ’Bright Lord Saint Body,’ naturally attracting heroes from all around.

Unfortunately, having only Yao Zhen wasn’t enough; she still lacked many talents, especially in internal affairs.

Returning to the Zhang Family Grain Store, the soldiers transporting grain had already left, and Yao Zhen’s stall across the street was gone. Sang Que paid a high price to buy a sack of wheat seeds and half a sack of soybeans.

In Jinzhou, they mainly planted wheat and soybeans in spring, also yams and potatoes, with plenty of vegetable varieties too.

Sang Que considered that before her, there were holders of Yansheng coins who could cross worlds, with even items like glass and soap, so she no longer found these crops strange.

After purchasing, Sang Que paid extra to order many empty sacks from the Zhang Family Grain Store.

Sang Que arranged with the store’s staff to deliver them near the South City Gate at Hexi Inn by dusk, which was the inn she had booked after parting ways with Zhang Junyao. The two horses she rode down the mountain were brought here and temporarily stabled.

Once the carts are ready, she can take the seeds back.

Passing by the official’s relay station in the city, Sang Que lowered her bamboo hat and paused on the opposite street for a moment. Ultimately, she decided to write a letter to He Buning to let him know she was safe.

Actually, she wasn’t worried about He Buning. Since he could think of using the Evil Suppression Bureau’s announcement to increase incense for her and gather fear for the Yin Child to help her advance, he surely could think that she wouldn’t die so easily.

The main concern was Xia Chan. Sang Que worried that He Buning might not handle her well. When Xia Chan had nothing to do, she was cheerful all day long. But if something truly happened, she was more stubborn than anyone else.

Sang Que covered her original clothes with men’s attire, found a piece of paper, and drew on it for a while. She sealed the paper in an envelope and stamped it with her Evil Suppression Bureau’s official seal, which bore no name, only the words ’Evil Suppression’ and ’Night Travel’.

Sang Que put on her Night Traveler mask, walked quickly to the inn across the street, and acted hurriedly after entering. She handed the envelope to the person at the counter, speaking in a rough male voice.

"Urgent, deliver it to He Buning, Night Travel Captain of Qinzhou."

After saying this, Sang Que left in a hurry without waiting for the person to inquire further.

After verifying the official seal, the person, afraid of delaying matters, immediately arranged for someone to deliver the letter.

Sang Que hid on the opposite side of the street, watched the inn’s people raise a signal flag and ride off on a fast horse, finally feeling relieved.

The letter didn’t mention her location or what she was doing, just that He Buning and Xia Chan needed to know she was safe. They would meet again when the time was right.

Another reason for not meeting was Sang Que’s suspicion that He Buning already knew her identity, a point her mother had also mentioned during their conversation.

The night in Wangshan City, He Buning surely discovered that Xia Chan was a naturally-born Evil Person, without the blood of a living person.

This confirmed that Xia Chan was not his sister. Figuring this out, the Gambling Ghost issue couldn’t be sidestepped, and the answer seemed inevitable.

As a Colonel of the Evil Suppression Bureau of the Xuan Dynasty, He Buning naturally had to oppose Nine Songs. He had already helped her immensely by issuing that announcement under pressure, disregarding the Bureau’s rules. It showed he didn’t truly want her dead, merely constrained by his position.

If she appeared again, it would only make He Buning’s choice more difficult.

How things would turn out, Sang Que didn’t know either. She would take it one step at a time.

By dusk, Sang Que returned to the inn, harnessed the newly bought carriage, and received the goods sent by the grain store.

The carriage harnessed with two horses was very large. Late at night, Sang Que went to the inn’s backyard and used the Ghost Realm to shield the area around the carriage, then returned to the modern era.

Now that her mother’s legs were perfectly fine and she was very mobile, she had already rented a small warehouse in the suburbs and placed the box for traveling to the Deceit Dynasty in the warehouse.

The warehouse door was locked from the outside, and it had been stocked with high-yield grain seeds cultivated through modern technology, fertilizers, sweet potatoes, and potatoes, along with a batch of images and materials about breeding, planting, and farm tools like water wheels. The key points were marked with a red pen for easy understanding.

Additionally, there was plenty of glutinous rice and vermillion.

Although vermillion was also produced in the Deceit Dynasty, its production was much less than Ten Victory Stone, yet it was still a rare item. The glutinous rice and vermillion were prepared by Sang Que for Zhang Junyao, for her to first test the waters.

In Jinzhou, there were three major wealthy merchants, with the Zhang family being third. Yet the two leading merchants had sources of glutinous rice and vermillion, which the Zhang family couldn’t compete against solely due to these items.

Those two families had backing in the court, while the Zhang family tried to contribute grain to the court to build connections, hoping to earn a share of the benefits.

Hastily working for half an hour, Sang Que filled a carriage full of stuff using sacks bought from the Zhang Family Grain Store and sealed the carriage’s doors and windows with talismans she doodled herself. This was more effective than seals and chains.

The people of the Xuan Dynasty were all in awe of places sealed with talismans, keeping a respectful distance for fear of inviting unclean entities. Even the bandits from Jinfeng Mountain rarely touched items sealed with yellow talismans.

After finishing her work, Sang Que dusted off her hands and dispersed the Ghost Realm, only to see Yao Zhen leaning against the pillar of the backyard corridor, munching on a dry biscuit.

Seeing Sang Que, she didn’t act surprised, waving the biscuit in her hand and yawning, "Want some? I’ll split it with you."

Yao Zhen lived in the cheapest shared dormitory in the backyard. Late at night, when a Ghost Realm suddenly appeared in the backyard, she was quite frightened and, upon coming out, didn’t dare to act rashly, so she stood some distance away observing.

Seeing Sang Que emerge from the Ghost Realm, Yao Zhen was actually quite shocked. When she first met Sang Que a few months before, Sang Que was only Third Layer. She had progressed rapidly to the fourth layer and now had a Ghost Realm.

The crucial part was that she controlled a Yin Child, a particularly vicious ghost, yet it was stable without any noticeable anomalies. Truly extraordinary!

Yao Zhen didn’t show her surprise. Seeing Sang Que, she quickly tucked the talisman paper held in her hand back into her sleeve and grabbed a biscuit to nibble on.

If this girl underestimated her and didn’t include her in the fun, her dream of sitting at the Taoist Temple’s offering table would be shattered!

Yao Zhen didn’t ask what Sang Que was doing, and Sang Que didn’t explain either.

Just then, a series of screams suddenly came from outside the city, sounding exceptionally loud in the quiet night. Surely, something had happened with the group of refugees outside the city.

Sang Que and Yao Zhen exchanged a glance, swiftly grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of the inn toward the city gate.