After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1154: 553 His Majesty’s Favoritism [2 More Updates]_2

Yu Qishan finally came back to his senses, looking at Yu Xiheng who was pushed in by Feng San: “Little Nine, you’re here too.”

“My people were kept here by big brother, naturally, I had to come and see,” he replied with a slight smile, his gaze skimming over her like a dragonfly touching water.

It held no aggression or offensiveness, as elegant as he was, yet Si Fuqing’s heart couldn’t help giving a slight tremor, carrying a touch of warmth.

She stared at the man’s face for a long moment, deciding to accelerate her study of the Love Heart Scriptures and then take him into her hands.

Yu Qishan couldn’t help but laugh and cry: “Little Nine, Miss Si has barely been here half an hour, you’re being a bit too eager.”

Yu Tang muttered under her breath: “That’s called strong possessiveness.”

Yu Qishan didn’t hear it, but Yu Xiheng heard everything crystal clear. He glanced at Yu Tang, his look flat but extremely powerful.

Yu Tang suddenly stood up with a “whoosh,” pulling Yu Qishan: “Uncle, I have some spoken English exam questions that I need to ask you about. Come and take a look for me.”

Feng San and Xi Jiang tactfully headed for the kitchen, leaving only Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng in the living room.

Si Fuqing finally spoke up after looking at him: “You are a big bad guy.”

Yu Xiheng rarely looked startled: “In what way am I bad?”

“You stole my name.”

“Name?”

“In Oracle,” said Si Fuqing, “my name is NINE, and you are PK.”

Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment: “It was a casual choice, I’ll go back and change it.”

He had just chosen it based on his ranking in the Yu family.

It was also quite coincidental, he was ninth in his past life, and now still ninth in this life.

Nine is also an extreme number.

“Forget it,” Si Fuqing propped her chin, “changing the name isn’t necessary.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows twitched.

Indeed, her temper was unpredictable, but to him, she seemed spirited and quite adorable.

He hoped that she was truly happy.

Yu Xiheng, resting his head on his hand, suddenly spoke: “Are you still playing your nurturing game?”

Si Fuqing hummed: “Yeah, I’ve already raised him big.”

Her mood, however, dipped slightly.

History is a roaring torrent that stops for no one.

She was lucky enough to have traversed back to the Great Xia Dynasty, yet she couldn’t make time stand still.

She knew that soon she would have to watch Emperor Yin pass away herself, but she could do nothing about it.

Hearing this, Yu Xiheng neither agreed nor disagreed but smiled: “Then he has quite the hard life.”

“Hm?”

“Needing to cook and find his own food.”

“…”

Si Fuqing stared at him for a few seconds, then flung a pillow at him.

Making fun of her cooking skills, utterly detestable!

At the kitchen entrance, Xi Jiang stealthily glanced at the living room’s activity, his voice very low: “San’er, Brother Nine is so taken with Miss Si, if we ever get a pay cut, we just need to cling to Miss Si’s coattails.”

Feng San looked at him with disdain: “You think you can still get a salary under Miss Si’s management?”

Xi Jiang: “…”

That really hit home.

**

The next day, military training officially began.

As the chief instructor, Si Fuqing wasn’t directly involved in squad training.

The men and women trained separately, each taken away by their respective instructors.

Today’s training content included military boxing, Dagger Technique, Grappling, and others, as well as special training for march-past in formation.

During a break in training, Si Fuqing also sat cross-legged under the tree shade, chatting with the students and patiently answering their questions.

“When is The Nation’s Heroine airing? Director Lu and the others are still editing it. If it’s fast, you’ll be able to see it by National Day.”

“Director Qu’s new movie, huh? I play several roles, with both light and dark sides…”

The whistle sounded at that moment.

“Alright, get back to training,” Si Fuqing patted the dust off her body. “If there’s any discomfort, don’t force through it, report it immediately.”

The students were somewhat reluctant but stood up at once.

On the podium, Feng Zhaoyi narrowed her eyes: “Everybody gather at the podium.”

This command left the instructors puzzled, not to mention the students.

But when Feng Zhaoyi spoke, they quickly formed up and set off.

“I just watched your Capture Skill training, the movements are not up to standard,” Feng Zhaoyi said indifferently. “If the movements are wrong, you’ll injure yourselves. I’ll demonstrate the real Capture Skill for you.”

At these words, the students became excited.

Suddenly turning her head, Feng Zhaoyi’s voice spread across the entire field: “Instructor Si, shall we give a demonstration to the students?”

She was indeed curious to know, just what made Si Fuqing qualified to share the responsibility for this military training with her.

Without real strength of one’s own, one can’t survive in this survival of the fittest world.

Feng Zhaoyi took off her hat and rolled up her sleeves, a challenging gleam in her eyes: “Instructor Si, what do you think?”

The students had varying expressions.

“Is she sick? I’ve noticed she’s been targeting darling Fuqing since the military training mobilization meeting.”

“I saw her information at the vice principal’s office, she’s nearly thirty this year, why is she bullying our Fuqing.”

The students discussed noisily; they were looking forward to the real demonstration of Capture Skill but were also worried for Si Fuqing.

Si Fuqing’s fight scenes were unquestionable. Without the need for special effects or stand-ins, she had become a refreshing trend in the entertainment industry.

Also, due to her recent emergence, directors and production teams had started to raise their expectations of actors, seemingly returning to the era of “no fight, no role” from twenty or thirty years ago.

This left numerous popularity-based stars frustrated.

But Feng Zhaoyi was an investigator of T18, skilled and thoroughly trained. Even real martial arts stars might not compare to her.

The field fell silent for a moment, as a young man frowned: “Zhaoyi, you—”

Feng Zhaoyi acted as if she hadn’t heard his warning.

Si Fuqing’s fox-like eyes curled up, she raised a hand, and likewise took off her hat: “Sure.”

I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.