Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

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“Amin, you smell like a woman.”

"Where did you come from, little puppy?"

Wendy stroked her chin, her face full of suspicion, and said, "Armin, did you do something with Miss Keqing?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Ming nearly fell into the water trough in the courtyard and immediately denied it, saying, "No, no, I am still a proper virgin, perfectly masculine."

Wendy suddenly realized and said with a grin, "So Armin is dating Keqing after all?"

Ji Ming chose to ignore Wendy. Anyway, he didn't intend to hide it. He estimated that it wouldn't be long before his relationship with Ke Mao Mao would spread throughout Liyue.

Don't underestimate the gossipers in Liyue; at times, they can be even more terrifying and gossipy than those in Mondstadt.

As everyone knows, Liyue men love to discuss politics, military affairs, and beautiful women, while Liyue women love to discuss news, fashion, and handsome men. And the two have one thing in common: they love to chat about romantic little gossip.

For example, handsome men and beautiful women, talented men and beautiful women, especially the romance between high-ranking officials like Ji Ming and Ke Qing.

Venti has been wandering around Liyue Harbor these past few days. Besides drinking and having tea with Grandpa Zhongli, he seems to have overheard some rumors about Ji Ming.

It's basically the kind of show that people from Liyue like to watch.

Wendy thought Ji Ming would try to hide it, but the boy didn't seem to care at all, which made her lose interest.

"Amin, what about Barbara?"

"My wife."

Wendy: "?? What about Miss Walnut, Miss Xiangling, Miss Yun Jin who occasionally comes to the courtyard, and your Senior Sister Gan Yu? What are you going to do about them?"

Ji Ming replied, "They are all my wives."

Wendy was utterly shocked: "?!"

Wow, what a free spirit!

This kid might be just talking nonsense. He probably did it on purpose because there was no one else in the courtyard. He certainly wouldn't dare say that in front of the girls.

Even so, Wendy was still somewhat skeptical and tentatively asked, "Does Miss Keqing know that Armin is such a womanizer?"

Ji Ming remained incorrigible: "Ke Qing is also my wife."

Oh no, this kid was perfectly fine just two weeks ago. How come he's become so arrogant and carefree since he came back? Could it be that he's been working himself to the bone?

It doesn't matter. The Wind God should be free and should not be bound by worldly rules. It doesn't matter if he marries a hundred wives.

As long as Ji Ming's kidneys can hold up, he can provide care and companionship to his wives, and remain unharmed amidst numerous chaotic situations, then he can be considered a qualified husband.

The thought of the potential carnage that might ensue in the future filled Weno Parasiteo Fun Mano Drunk Poeto Barbatos Di with excitement. "Let's get this party started!"

However, Ji Ming is our own child, so we should keep an eye on various nourishing medicines and foods in the future. There is also a lot of unused land in the backyard, so we can plant some chives.

Without further ado, Wendy produced a small hoe and a small watering can from who-knows-where, turned around, and ran to the backyard, ready to show off her skills.

Ji Ming shook his head and prepared to continue washing up. Just as he turned around, he saw Ying coming out of the side room. The girl was yawning and rubbing her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept well last night.

Good morning, beautiful.

Good morning, handsome young man.

Ying squatted down next to Ji Ming, picked up a pink cup and toothbrush, and began brushing her teeth groggily, muttering, "Paymon is still in bed."

Holding the razor, Ji Ming shaved his face in front of the bronze mirror, his movements meticulous: "Go to sleep if you want. Finding your brother isn't something that can be done in a day. You must be very tired. A lot has happened in just a few months. You can rest here for a few more days. It's no problem."

"Really? What a sweet and handsome guy! Love you~"

Having regained some clarity, the human-machine Ying turned into a piece of trash Ying again. Ji Ming said expressionlessly, "Yes, I love you too."

Ying paused in wiping her face, threw away the towel, quickly retreated, drew her longsword, and threatened, "Who is it? Get out of Ji Ming's body right now."

Such familiar movements, exactly like Hu Tao's.

Having no time to deal with Ying, and with several days left before the ceremony to invite the immortals, Ji Ming planned to start looking for imperial decrees now to prepare for his ascension to the throne.

Let's try to find out about Senior Sister Gan Yu first. Although it's highly unlikely that she has any clues, what if our own senior sister has some?

Anyway, let's get out of here first.

Ji Ming, who was about to walk straight out after unlatching the door and opening the gate, stopped in his tracks, stared at the street in front of the gate with dead fish eyes, and then closed the gate again.

"Ying, could you please check the almanac? Is today an inauspicious day for travel?"

"Oh...no, today is auspicious for going out and getting promoted, but not for weddings or breaking ground. Ji Ming, you're acting a bit strange today, did something happen?"

No, I just saw something dirty.

Ji Ming, his face grim, reopened the door, his tone anything but friendly: "What are you doing loitering in front of my house, Mr. Historian?"

The scholar, still wearing the earth-brown robe of a low-ranking official, greeted him cheerfully, saying, "Your Excellency, I've only come to remind you not to forget to report to the General Affairs Department."

"Whose orders were you acting on?"

"No one ordered me to do this; I came here voluntarily to remind you."

Ji Ming poked his head out, looked left and right, and after finding that Ke Qing was not around, he immediately sneered, "Fuck your mother."

The scholar was not annoyed and remained cheerful: "Prefect, you hold a high position, so it's best not to use vulgar language. Back then, Lord Ningguang came from a merchant family, but he has now given up the habit of swearing."

"What do you mean? Ningguang used vulgar language back then too?"

Although the scholar in front of him was a scoundrel, that didn't stop Ji Ming from probing into Ningguang's dark history. He wanted more of this kind of amusement.

The scholar shrugged: "Just a few years ago, Lady Ningguang scolded me with vulgar language."

"What swear words?"

"Fuck your mother."

"Fuck your mother!"

Ji Ming was unwilling to suffer any loss. Even though he knew that the scholar did not mean to insult him, he still launched an offensive defense.

Interesting. Ji Ming had to admit that Ningguang was a very elegant woman, possessing both wealth and beauty, and exuding charm.

It's astonishing that such a charming woman would utter such vulgar words.

“It was that tone of voice that I have never forgotten,” the scholar grinned. “I must say, in this murky officialdom, you are the only official who has maintained your original aspirations.”

"Don't try to curry favor. You can leave if you have nothing else to do. I'll only go to the reporting meeting at a specific time."

Since the person I'm reporting to is my own senior colleague, I can just schedule a time for a one-on-one meeting.

Ji Ming originally didn't intend to pay attention to the scholar, but the scholar persisted and followed him without saying a word.

Is this the attitude of sucking up to someone powerful?

Forget about it, buddy. It's already a favor that they didn't send you to mine in the Rocky Abyss. I don't know how the officials in Liyue Harbor tolerated a greenhorn like you.

This scholar was not under Ji Ming's jurisdiction. Even if he were an official from Guili County, he probably wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for the scholar. At most, he would strip the scholar of his official historian status and assign him to the job of a copyist.

As for killing people at will, sorry, the Old Nine Gates is no longer a gang. Even if someone kills someone, they have to go through legal channels and have a legitimate reason.

Guili County is not Ji Ming's private property. It's fine for him to place his cronies in the government, to seize all the power, and to build a private army. No one cares. As long as the emperor doesn't speak up, his actions are correct.

However, if officials are executed arbitrarily, the legitimacy of the regime will quickly decline, and even if the people do not say it, they will certainly have doubts in their hearts.

In short, unless there is a deep-seated hatred, Ji Ming would never kill someone indiscriminately now.

Ji Ming now only wants to find the decree, complete Morax's ultimate test, and then ascend to the coveted position of Emperor, becoming the new generation of Rock God.

As for the scholars behind him, they deliberately distorted the facts as historians in order to attract his attention. At most, they were a little annoyed, but he could just ignore them.

"Your Excellency, it seems you are looking for something?"

Ji Ming stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at the scholar, his face expressionless: "You...know?"

The scholar bowed, but did not answer directly: "In five days, it will be the annual ceremony to invite the immortals, and the Emperor will grace His loyal Liyue Harbor with his presence on that day."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"The emperor five days from now will probably not be the same emperor he was before."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the scholar felt a tremendous force grip his wrist, followed by a powerful pull that dragged him into the Five-Foot Alley by the roadside, leaving him momentarily dazed.

His wrist was about to break; was this some kind of honor bestowed upon him by the future emperor?

Ji Ming leaned against the wall, clicking his tongue in amazement: "I really didn't expect the Emperor to entrust the decree to you."

The scholar countered, "Who do you think it will be given to?"

"It's probably the star Yuheng."

The scholar understood and gave an ambiguous smile: "That is indeed a possibility, after all, Yuheng Star is your lover."

"You already know?"

"At the checkpoint, you and Lady Keqing didn't deliberately hide anything, did you?"

Ji Ming sighed, not because of matters of the heart, but because the imperial decree was actually in this guy's hands. He wondered what Old Master Zhongli was thinking.

"You received the imperial decree long ago?"

"Yes, on the day you became governor."

So that's how it is. The scholar in front of him wasn't trying to curry favor with him, but rather to take the opportunity to attract his attention so that he could smoothly deliver the imperial decree to him.

Ji Ming held out his hand: "Where is the imperial decree?"

The scholar smiled and said, "No."