Chapter 1377: Shouzhe's Concubine Chronicles

Chapter 1377: Chapter 45: Shouzhe’s Concubine Chronicles

Wang Anxin spent quite a while persuading, but there was no reaction from the opposite side; not even the initial curses.

He paused to sip some tea, moisturizing his throat, just as he was about to resume persuading, Chi Mei Demon Envoy’s voice suddenly came from the opposite side: “It’s not impossible for me to betray. But I also need to plan and secure my future. You must agree to one condition.”

Wang Anxin felt a joy in his heart: “Please, tell me.”

Chi Mei Demon Envoy’s voice was heavy, the tone serious: “If your Wang Family’s Clan Leader Wang Shouzhe is willing to take me as a concubine, ensuring my safety and livelihood in the future, I might consider helping you resist Blood Child Demon Monarch.”

Wang Anxin broke out in a cold sweat.

He felt a chill on his neck, as if the cold gleaming sword of his grandmother had already rested against it.

Chi Mei Senior, isn’t living well enough?

“Chi Mei Senior, you…” He stumbled for a while, then struggled to say, “You are putting me in a difficult spot. My great-grandfather is an upright man, and the bond between him and my great-grandmother is as solid as gold. He would never agree to take a concubine.”

“Then we have nothing more to discuss,” Chi Mei Demon Envoy said resolutely.

“How about considering me, Senior? I, Wang Anxin, am also a Direct Lineage Descendant of the Wang Family.”

“Get lost!”

…

Around the same time.

Xinping Town.

Wang’s Chain Hotel, Xinpings Branch.

At this moment, the sunset had completely disappeared below the horizon, and twilight shrouded the entire Xinping Town. However, in the town center, there were a few streets still brightly lit.

The street where the hotel is located is one of them.

Once dusk falls, it’s the most bustling time here.

Being close to the harbor, many merchants traveling from north to south reside nearby. Whenever night descends, the nearby snack street gradually becomes lively, with delicacies from all over Daqian, and even the Immortal Dynasty, displayed in abundance. The rich aroma wafts around, coupled with the darkness, creating a unique atmosphere that leaves a lasting impression on those who visit.

As the snack street comes to life, the hotel’s underground classroom hosts the daily “night school.”

Today features a rare major class, with the night school’s lecturer specifically inviting a “Senior Teacher” from the Wang Clan Academy to give a lecture on “Economy and Development.”

Now, wearing a flowing cloud-pattern teacher’s robe, the graceful female lecturer confidently and calmly addresses the several dozens of night school students.

This major class doesn’t delve deeply into the subject matter; it primarily uses the Changning Wang Family as a blueprint, explaining the significant role economy plays in the development process of a Noble Family—a foundation of economics.

She has given this kind of lecture countless times before, naturally being well-acquainted with the material. During her lecture, she hardly needed to glance at her notes on the desk, effortlessly pulling examples from her memory with lively and engaging language that facilitated understanding.

All students in the classroom listened attentively, and many even took out charcoal pens and notebooks, jotting down notes swiftly.

Among the students sat Qing Ji and the Purple Lady, whose notebooks were densely filled with notes, showing they were among the most diligent students.

Once the class ended, many students felt they had gained a lot.

While the female lecturer tidied up her notes, Qing Ji, Purple Lady, and several other particularly studious students specifically gathered around to ask several questions they hadn’t understood.

“Teacher, what you mentioned about ‘economic base determining the superstructure’, I didn’t quite understand…”

After answering several questions, the students finally dispersed, and the female lecturer left the classroom carrying her notes.

By now, most people had left the classroom, leaving only a few scattered individuals behind.

Qing Ji packed her belongings while looking at the multitude of words in her notebook, feeling satisfied and particularly grounded.

Such major classes in night school weren’t frequent, often occurring only every month or every half a month. Yet every time she listened to a class, she felt like she had opened the door to a new world.

The knowledge the lecturer imparted was often something she hadn’t thought about before, yet it was incisive and sharp. After attending just a few classes, she found her mind more agile, and many problems she couldn’t figure out previously seemed to reveal their mysterious veils.

She heard that the content taught in these major classes was exclusive to the Wang Clan Academy.

The more lectures she attended, the more curious Qing Ji became about the legendary Wang Clan Academy. If her identity and circumstances permitted, she truly wished she could attend classes at Wang Clan Academy to experience it firsthand.

Then.

Purple Lady’s voice suddenly reached her ears: “Uncle Master has sent a message. Meet at the usual place later.”

“Understood.”

Qing Ji’s expression remained unchanged as she casually replied with a magical transmission, continuing to pack her things.

Soon, the scattered study tools on the table were packed into a small backpack by her. She casually picked up the backpack and left the rock, leaving the hotel as usual, blending into the bustling crowd outside.

Moments later, in the basement of a street shop near the snack street.

Two gray mists emerged from the shadows one after another, quickly coalescing into two figures, Qing Ji and Purple Lady, who had just left the classroom.

Shortly after their arrival, the underground room darkened, and another figure stepped out of the shadows, appearing before them.