Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 575 - 330: The Emperor Who Needs Discipline

At night, all was silent, except for the light still burning in Zhang Ze's room.

Zhang Ze sat on a large box, holding the unreadable diary, but his eyes were fixed on Xiao Qingyun.

He thought to himself, why hasn't he left in the middle of the night?

After getting the diary, Zhang Ze went to visit Xiao Qingyun's residence. However, Xiao Qingyun was not there, so Zhang Ze wrote a note and gave it to his confidant, briefly explaining his intentions.

Zhang Ze thought any progress would have to wait until tomorrow, but unexpectedly, just after sunset, Xiao Qingyun came alone to knock on his door.

He even brought an entire box of books. Seeing the Xiao family emblem on the box, Zhang Ze wondered if this kid had brought all his family assets.

But after delivering the books, Xiao Qingyun didn't leave. He had been sitting there since sunset, not speaking, just making tea for himself pot after pot.

Obviously, he had something on his mind, otherwise why would a grown man be at someone else's house in the middle of the night not sleeping?

It's not like I'm a beauty, and this prolific Emperor Xiao isn't into men...

Oh no, could he really be into men?

Zhang Ze frowned, feeling things might not be so simple.

The possibility was slim, but not impossible; after all, emperors often had peculiar traits, who knows if he had any dark hobbies.

Just as Zhang Ze's instincts were blaring, and he was about to ask, Xiao Qingyun sighed deeply and spoke, "Brother Zhang..."

Hearing this "Brother Zhang," Zhang Ze became instantly tense, focusing one eye on Xiao Qingyun, the other on the diary.

Whether Xiao Qingyun said, Brother Zhang, I love you.

Or if the diary showed words like "I made a mistake that night," he'd kick Xiao Qingyun out and tear that damn diary apart.

But fortunately, that didn't happen.

"Brother Zhang, what book are you reading?" Xiao Qingyun calmly asked.

Zhang Ze was momentarily stunned, then blurted out, "Postpartum Care of Sows."

Xiao Qingyun, "Sows... you didn't grab the wrong book, did you?"

Zhang Ze, "No mistake, my family has passed down pig farming for generations, it's an ancestral skill that must not be forgotten, so I frequently revisit its mysteries."

"May I take a look?" Xiao Qingyun inquired.

Zhang Ze readily flipped over the diary, displaying the blank pages to Xiao Qingyun.

Xiao Qingyun, "Why are there no words on this?"

Zhang Ze, "The path of pig farming is given by the heavens, it can only be seen with a pig in your heart. Brother Xiao can't see it simply because there's no fate."

Xiao Qingyun, "..."

Seeing Zhang Ze's unwillingness to discuss, Xiao Qingyun could only awkwardly nod, not asking about the book anymore.

He then started casually chatting under the guise of the family craft topic.

Though it seemed he was introducing Zhang Ze to the Xiao family's Artifact Refining Technique, there seemed to be other connotations in his words.

By now, Zhang Ze's curiosity had been piqued too, and as he listened to Xiao Qingyun reciting his family lineage, he began to question himself.

What kind of person am I?

If it were me, how would I act?

...

At the same moment, in another courtyard, Miemie, who was hidden inside the body of Little Earth Immortal, was pondering the same question.

She sat on the table, fiddling with her toy, first rambling some nonsensical things, then casually asked.

"What kind of person is Zhang Ze."

Old Li, who was organizing books, glanced up at Little Earth Immortal, not paying much initial heed, assuming he was scheming yet another useless revenge plan, so he said casually.

"As a master, it's not good to speak ill of a disciple, I can only say that kid is like a cat."

"What does that mean?" Miemie asked.

"Curiosity killed the cat, itchy hands, occasionally a bit troublesome." Old Li chuckled as he spoke.

Perhaps the Illusion Realm was too dull for him; he picked up Little Earth Immortal like a grandfather with a child, and began recounting Zhang Ze's mishaps. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

And the stories about Zhang Ze inevitably began from the time he went to the Sword Spirit Cave to pry information and learn about his master's past.

...

Back with Zhang Ze.

He put down the wine glass, and looked at Xiao Qingyun, whose face was flushed and eyes slightly unfocused, thinking that the emperor certainly couldn't hold his liquor well.

When sober, burdened with a thousand thoughts, but once he had some cat urine, he dared to say anything.

At that moment, he was lamenting about his father to Zhang Ze, saying his father favored the eldest, coddled the youngest, and had many grievances against him, the second son.

Clearly, he had always been the one putting in the most effort, yet he was never heavily relied upon.

"Do you know why they initially sent me to White Jade County?" Xiao Qingyun shook Zhang Ze's hand as he asked.

"Because they valued me?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Hell no, because they never thought you'd so smoothly... willingly give up White Jade County."

"Their original plan was to trick you up White Mount, then use seventy percent stick, thirty percent sweet talk. Whether you were willing or not, as a small governor, you'd have to give up."

"What did that make me? Didn't that just turn me into the bad guy?"

Having said this, Xiao Qingyun exhaled the smell of alcohol, then continued to chatter about other fatherly issues.

Zhang Ze withdrew his hand and watched Xiao Qingyun begin to drink alone, suddenly realizing that this guy probably wasn't drunk at all.

Chances are, he was saying all this to ingratiate himself, to build a relationship. This cunning person might be looking to invest further in him.

Indeed, he was worthy of being the founding emperor; his vision was unique, immediately recognizing my outstanding talent.

So what should I do?

Report him?

Only an absolute fool would do that.

Pretend I didn't hear, persuade him to study well in the future, with a loving father and respecting children, harmonious brothers?