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Chapter 177 Nalan Yumo's Visit



Chapter 177 Nalan Yumo's Visit

The next day, at Liu Mansion in Daliang, Northern Xinjiang.

Nalan Yumo was standing at the entrance of Liu Mansion in a purple dress and a gauze on his face. At this time, a man in eunuch clothing walked out of the main entrance of Liu Mansion, with white silk draped over his body.

"Miss Nalan, Mr. Liu invites you in for a chat."

Hearing this, Nalan Yumo nodded slightly and said softly, "Thank you for leading the way, eunuch."

After saying that, she walked inside.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped, turned to look at the eunuch, and asked with a smile: "What is this eunuch's name?"

Seeing her being so polite, the eunuch quickly stopped and said with a smile, holding the whisk in both hands: "Miss Nalan, you are too polite. My surname is Jin, and I am the head of the internal affairs of the Liang Kingdom Palace."

Hearing this, Nalan Yumo frowned slightly and thought to himself: The housekeeper went to Liu Mansion? It seems that the civil strife in Liang State has completely ended. Even Liu Yuntian doesn't pretend anymore... This is not a good thing. Now he... I'm afraid he has an extremely good appetite!

Nalan Yumo slightly relaxed his brows, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in his eyes. He glanced at the white silk tied around Manager Jin's body, then turned sideways to look towards the Liu Residence, "But someone in his family has passed away?"

Manager Jin smiled slightly and said calmly, "It was the retired emperor of Daliang who hanged himself last night."

Upon hearing the news, Nalan Yumo couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She carefully observed Manager Jin's expression and found that there was no sadness or heaviness on his face, but instead a faint smile.

Moreover, as an emperor of the previous generation, he would definitely not end his life in this way unless he had no hope at all.

Thinking about it this way, I’m afraid the current emperor in power...is not much better.

It seems that the civil unrest caused by the farce in Zhongzhou made him...very angry.

Damn Wang Shu! This is indeed a trap. I'm afraid we'll return empty-handed this time...

"Miss Nalan? Mr. Liu wants you to come in." Manager Jin reminded her again, and at the same time, he kept examining her with sharp eyes.

"Ah!" Nalan Yumo came back to his senses and nodded seriously, but was still a little hesitant.

At this moment, Manager Jin coughed twice lightly, then stood there as if nothing had happened, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Nalan Yumo immediately understood what he meant. She calmly took off a storage ring from her finger and threw it to Manager Jin.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jin, is there anything you want to teach me?" Nalan Yumo asked with a smile, a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

After Manager Jin took the storage ring, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and his originally serious expression became amiable.

He glanced behind him slyly and said in a low voice, "Mr. Liu is in a good mood now." Then he added, "What you ask for may be feasible."

Hearing this, Nalan Yumo's face instantly turned gloomy, and a feeling of disgust surged in his heart.

She secretly cursed Manager Jin, a man who was not even a man. He dared to make such a boast just because he received some benefits, even though she was not sure about it.

The next moment, a powerful aura emanated from Nalan Yumo, which was the aura of a peak Spirit Transformation state.

She looked at Manager Jin coldly and said in a cold tone: "Manager, are you sure?"

However, Manager Jin was not intimidated by Nalan Yumo's majesty, but smiled slightly.

He just flicked the whisk in his hand lightly, and the pressure that Nalan Yumo exerted on him instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Miss Nalan, don't forget, this is Liang State."

Seeing that the other party easily resolved his pressure, Nalan Yumo couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

But as someone who has held a high position for a long time, she has long developed the ability to keep her emotions hidden.

We have to admit that the people of Liang State, blessed with the country's fortune, should not be underestimated.

No wonder Master was so anxious when he learned that Liang State had national destiny...

"Haha, Manager Jin, do you know why I'm here?"

Manager Jin sneered. After getting the benefit, he no longer had the heart to continue pestering.

He swung his whisk and walked away towards the palace, responding, "What else could the people from the Hundred Flowers Holy Land do when they come to the Northern Frontier at this time?"

Nalan Yumo's heart sank. He withdrew his gaze from the other person's back, looked up at the plaque of Liu Mansion, sighed softly, and walked into the mansion helplessly.

At this time, Liu Yuntian seemed to have anticipated her return and was sitting in the main seat, sipping tea leisurely.

A tea bowl had already been placed on the guest seat.

She walked forward and sat in the guest seat, raising two fingers and lightly touching the tea bowl.

The next moment it was taken back instantly.

Hot!

It turned out that he was waiting for me!

Looking at Liu Yuntian's calm expression and his prepared posture, he should have guessed the difficulties of the Hundred Flowers Holy Land a long time ago.

She came to her senses and realized that...the matter could definitely be settled, but...she didn't know how much blood would be spent!

"despair--"

Liu Yuntian put down the tea bowl and looked at the other party with a smile on his face, "Nalan, you used to be very clever and eccentric, and you always liked to exchange secret signals with me when we met."

"Why are you so unfamiliar today?"

Nalan Yumo pursed his lips, gently removed the gauze on his face, and said with a wry smile, "How can the Liu Gong of today be the Liu Gong of the past?"

"But I have always been this Lord."

Liu Yuntian slowly stood up, then walked to another guest chair next to Nalan Yumo and sat down, "I am not a ungrateful person. I will always remember the kindness of Saint Nalan..."

Before Liu Yuntian could finish, she interrupted him and said, "If you really remembered my kindness to you, I'm afraid you and I would have been Taoist companions by now, right?"

"Hey~" Liu Yuntian raised his hand in a strange tone, "Business is business, and feelings are feelings."

"Business is mixed with emotion, or emotion is mixed with business... such a relationship is not solid."

Nalan Yumo opened his mouth and wanted to argue something, but immediately remembered that he came with an important mission.

So he shut his mouth, and after reorganizing his thoughts in his heart, he spoke, "Then I won't beat around the bush. How about cooperating with the Hundred Flowers Holy Land to monopolize the salt and sugar?"

Liu Yuntian waved his hand with a smile, and the tea bowl placed on the main seat immediately flew into his hand.

"I'm afraid this is not a good idea..."

After taking a sip, he continued, "Liu personally distributed the shares. If I take them back like this, I'm afraid I'll be criticized."

"How bad can your reputation be?" Nalan Yumo complained with a frown.

But then he realized that what he said was not right, and immediately added, "Before, you in Northern Xinjiang had to survive in the cracks. There was nothing you could do about it."

"But your Northern Frontier is no longer the Northern Frontier it once was. What is there to be afraid of?"

Nalan Yumo lowered his eyes and tried to open up and say something light. "I believe you can see clearly what happened at the Hundred Sects Conference. It's a good thing for our Hundred Flowers Holy Land that you can enter Zhongzhou. If it weren't for the Wuji Holy Land interfering and forcing our master to lose face, we would never have driven you away."

"So, your master's face is face, but my face, Liu Yuntian's, is not as valuable as hers?" Liu Yuntian laughed.

Nalan Yumo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just state the conditions."


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