I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2051 - 1327: Currency Swap Agreement

"Why didn't you go yourself to bid farewell to General Pony as he departed?"

At the dinner table, the hostess seized a momentary pause as well. Having escorted her mother to the bedroom, Fujiwara Reiki got blocked by Fujiwara Takuya.

"Wasn't that handled by His Highness the Prince for us?"

"Marrying Li Ji brings such fortune to the Imperial Family. You're not wed yet, but already bound so tightly by kinship," Fujiwara Takuya murmured with a soft sigh.

Fujiwara Reiki gazed at him: "Shouldn't you be glad about this, brother?"

"Glad for what? You and His Highness the Prince share that bond."

"Brother, we're family too."

Fujiwara Takuya offered a smile but stayed silent, though chill lingered in his stare.

A single misstep leads to endless remorse across ages.

The accusation of killing one's father dangles like the Sword of Damocles above him. Even with the US Army stirring to act and meddle, he feels no thrill from it.

"Brother, could it be Father up in heaven guarding us? Look, maybe our luck is finally shifting?"

The foe of my foe stands as an ally.

In efforts to undermine Shen Zhou's influence, the US forces in Japan view not just the Imperial Family, but Fujiwara Takuya himself as a useful pawn.

So, for this grieving new head of the Fujiwara Family on the verge of ascension, the US military emerges as the perfect fresh backer.

"Sister, do you grasp what sets us apart?"

Fujiwara Takuya uttered deliberately: "You chase after liberty, while I aim to restore glory to our Fujiwara Clan and our Japan. Is it cause for celebration to turn into another's puppet?"

Fujiwara Reiki fell quiet for a beat, apparently not viewing his words as a jab at her.

"Brother, I'm convinced now that placing you in charge of the Fujiwara Family was an absolutely wise choice."

Fujiwara Takuya pulled at his lip's edge.

Life's twists shift like the wind.

The positions have flipped.

Now he must swallow pride and shoulder the load.

"With Mother and you placing such faith in me, I'll surely give everything to meet your hopes. Li Ji, moving forward, look after us, please."

"Rest easy, brother—at all times, as kin, we'll stand firmly by your side."

With those words, Fujiwara Reiki departed no further: "I have visitors to host, so pardon me."

Her wooden sandals clicked as she glided past him with poise, and Fujiwara Takuya's eyes widened, then narrowed, flared wide once more, repeating the cycle.

Playing the role of a hound isn't his craving.

Being pulled like a puppet holds no appeal for him either.

But he teeters on a high, swaying bridge with no alternate path visible anywhere.

Of course.

Perhaps one other option exists.

Correct past errors, act swiftly!

The dead keep secrets safe.

This mess stems from his earlier waverings and softness, doesn't it?

As Fujiwara Reiki's elegant form faded into the distance, Fujiwara Takuya's gaze darkened, laced with clear intent to kill.

Yet he still lacked that last spark of boldness.

Indeed.

Boldness.

Where he once brimmed with assurance and scorned any move, now fear grips him...

He'd witnessed his sister's skills up close, refusing to think she lacked safeguards.

An arrow flies without recall; once he strikes, no retreat remains—that cursed well with its corpse might soon claim one more.

Fujiwara Takuya advanced a step.

The pair moved apart, heading opposite ways.

"Gentlemen, come with me, please."

In line with diplomatic protocol, Korean officials had arrived to offer condolences, and trailing Fujiwara Reiki now were two veteran legislators from Korea's opposition ranks.

To a degree, Korea mirrors Japan's struggles—labeled as advanced countries but stripped of true independence, with enemy soldiers brazenly camped on their soil.

Some take pride in such arrangements.

Others regard it as the deepest shame.

"Is Mr. Jiang in there?"

Fujiwara Reiki gave a nod.

The two esteemed Korean legislators quickly straightened their clothes.

After settling their appearance, Fujiwara Reiki rapped on the door before pushing it open.

Boss Jiang had wrapped up his meal and sat solo, sipping tea within.

"Mr. Jiang, Congressman Wen and Congressman Li are here."

Fujiwara Reiki announced from the threshold, and though the true heir of the noble Fujiwara lineage, she acted every bit the attendant, boosting Boss Jiang's commanding presence even more.

"Mr. Jiang, greetings—I'm Wen Daoyuan."

"I'm Li Duoxun."

The duo rushed inside, with the youthful yet past-forty Congressman Wen obviously a full generation senior to Jiang Chen, but they bowed with the deference of pupils facing their mentor.

Fujiwara Reiki truly played the part of a handmaid, her duty done after guiding them in, ready to shut the door and withdraw.

"Miss Fujiwara, stay and join us too."

A voice summoned from within.

The visiting legislators glanced specifically toward the entrance, then shared a subtle look without a word.

A faint smile flickered in Fujiwara Reiki's eyes unbidden, and she stepped inside as well, sealing the door after her.

Shen Zhou.

Korea.

Japan.

This forms a three-way summit.

Even on her own territory, Fujiwara Reiki kept mute upon entry, content to play second fiddle.

"Mr. Jiang, Yin Ronghuan has lost his mind—ever since seizing control, he's sold out the country's benefits nonstop, obsessed with pleasing the West while ignoring the people's needs, now stooping to dirty tricks against us dissenters. Mr. Jiang, without Prosecutor Che upholding justice and the law, heaven knows how many would've suffered his vengeful purges and false arrests. Mr. Jiang, the Korean citizens can't endure this anymore—please, for the sake of our nations' enduring bond as allies, lend us your aid."

Congressman Wen poured out his sorrow with fervent pleas, acting as if Fujiwara Reiki weren't even there.