Previously on Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System...
Leng Yu, having secured Lin Yi's promise to see her daily and eat his cooking, prepares to depart for her new official post in the Capital City. Despite the sadness of leaving her loved ones, Lin Yi reassures everyone that Leng Yu will return by evening, promising a celebratory feast. He then uses his flying vehicle to take Leng Yu to the Capital, leaving her luggage behind as a playful hint.
Gazing upon that handsome visage, a flicker of adoration involuntarily surfaced within him.
Simultaneously, a voice echoed in Lin Yi's earphone:
"Brother Lin, do you believe His Majesty will grant me a residence today?"
Lin Yi responded, "He likely will. By all accounts, your current rank already qualifies for first grade. With such a standing, it shouldn't be difficult to bestow a residence upon you. It would be entirely justified."
As he spoke, Lin Yi found the situation rather amusing.
Whether this young lady received a residence or not, didn't it hinge entirely on his word?
Even if Leng Yu were merely the lowest ranking County Magistrate, he possessed the authority to directly award her a first-grade official's mansion.
To say nothing of a first-grade official—what was wrong with granting her a Prince's Mansion?
Upon hearing this, Leng Yu let out a soft laugh, her imagination immediately taking flight:
"If they truly grant me a residence, Brother Lin, would you consider residing there with me? I've only just arrived in the Capital City and know absolutely no one. I fear I shall be quite lonely."
As she uttered these words, she even pouted slightly, leaving Lin Yi momentarily at a loss.
You ruthless demon who dispatches lives without a second thought—how could you possibly feel fear?
When you were cleaving Yan Soldiers asunder on the battlefield, fear was never voiced.
Facing tens of thousands of Yan cavalry, you never once proclaimed fear.
And now, venturing into the Capital City alone, you suddenly claim to be afraid.
Observing Lin Yi's continued silence, his lack of immediate agreement, Leng Yu's pout deepened.
Lin Yi privately mused that if a rope were present, that pout could likely tether a donkey.
"Please? Brother Lin. Don't fret, I'll ensure two large beds are prepared. As long as you stay with me daily, that shall suffice."
Her suggestion conjured the image of a cunning wolf luring the innocent Little Red Riding Hood, a deliberate trap being laid step by step.
Her offer of two beds—forget him, no rational person would believe such a claim.
After all, Leng Yu's subtle machinations were already as transparent as 'Sima Zhao's intentions,' widely understood by all.
At the very least, every soldier and every family member within the Border Army Camp was fully aware.
Consequently, Lin Yi, the subject of her attention, was naturally no exception.
To put it plainly, she was clearly enamored with him...
Yet, faced with a girl like this, he found himself without adequate recourse. He could only nod in resignation:
"We shall discuss it when the time comes. If circumstances permit, I can indeed reside there with you."
Lin Yi had by now come to a clear understanding: if he refused, this persistent young lady would undoubtedly continue to hound him.
Indeed, the moment she heard Lin Yi's assent, a radiant smile illuminated her face.
However, that smile brought forth a subtle sensation of 'successful scheming' in Lin Yi, leaving him both resigned and amused.
If their positions were reversed, perhaps the situation would make sense, but as it stood? He, a grown man, was being artfully maneuvered by this young lady. It was a rather difficult pill to swallow.
Still, he did not dwell on it excessively. He chose to regard her as a precariously overgrown child; as long as he maintained his boundaries, all should be well.
Abruptly, as their prior conversation concluded, the young lady's excitement resurfaced, and she couldn't resist inquiring of Lin Yi:
"Brother Lin, why do you suppose the Prince of You has elevated me to the rank of Grand General? Does he perhaps remain unaware of my actions here? Or is there some concealed stratagem behind this appointment?"
In Leng Yu's estimation, there was simply no logical basis for her promotion. She had meticulously detailed every contribution made.
As for the repulsion of the Yan Soldiers, that triumph was solely attributable to Lin Yi.
Logically, the accolades and rewards ought to have been directed towards Lin Yi.
But why was Lin Yi's name conspicuously absent from the imperial decree, while hers and Lao Liu's were explicitly mentioned? Had someone manipulated the document?
Yet, that line of reasoning also failed to hold. She had personally drafted the report and dispatched her most trusted subordinates to deliver it.
It seemed impossible for any alterations to have occurred en route.
Furthermore, what purpose would be served by fabricating such a memorial? Simply to propel her ascent? Yet, she commanded no such influential faction.
Suddenly, a spark ignited in Leng Yu's eyes, as if a profound realization had struck. She immediately turned her head towards Lin Yi and spoke into the headset:
"Brother Lin, do you suspect that this Prince of You might be employing a strategy akin to Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, with a hidden purpose? On the surface, he promotes me to Grand General, but his true objective concerns you? He intends to use me as a means to bring you to the Capital City together?"
As she uttered these words, the young girl's brow immediately creased. The more she pondered, the more convinced she became that she had uncovered the crux of the issue. Ultimately, she urged Lin Yi with haste:
"Brother Lin, perhaps it would be best if you did not go. Allow me to journey to the Capital City alone. Who can say what this Prince of You has in store for you?
What if he confines you the moment you set foot there?
If such a scenario were to unfold, then you absolutely, under no circumstances, must travel to the Capital City. No—turn back right now, I shall make the journey by myself!"
By the conclusion of her plea, her lovely features were etched with profound tension, and her gaze, fixed upon Lin Yi, overflowed with apprehension.
Within her own reasoning, this was the sole logical explanation.
If not for Lin Yi's presence, why would the Prince of You have advanced her position? It was evident he feared that a direct summons to Lin Yi would be met with indifference.
However, by summoning her, Lin Yi would invariably remain by her side, ensuring her safety.
Viewed through this lens, the Prince of You was clearly privy to all events that had transpired on their end, or perhaps he had indeed planted an informant amongst her entourage.
Meanwhile, Lin Yi, at the controls of the helicopter en route to the Capital City, cast a look of helpless amusement towards Leng Yu beside him. Witnessing the furrowed worry on her face, he could only experience a blend of exasperation and mirth.
Excessive cleverness is not always a virtue.
Observe her, already weaving her own elaborate narrative—and the direction that particular plot was taking...
