After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1082: Yu Yao’s Heart Hurts, Overtaking Fourth Senior Brother (2)

She spoke so lightly, yet her words sent a tremor through Ji Qingyao’s heart.

To bear the great luck of others came with even greater responsibilities.

Unfortunately, this was a truth that Ji Qingwei would never understand.

Not everyone could be the Lady of Luck.

Si Fuqing consistently demonstrated, through her every action and word, that she was deserving of Mousses’ admiration.

“Qingqing, you’re being too modest,” Mu Qingmeng chuckled. “And what about us older folks? We can’t let you young ones have all the glory. Isn’t Mr. Yu with you?”

“He’s busy with work and headed back to North State first,” Si Fuqing replied with a smile. “I also need to rush back to filming tonight; I’ve already been out for over a week, and if I don’t return soon, it’ll delay the crew’s progress.”

Mu Qingmeng nodded. “I’ll accompany you back; I was planning to visit the set myself.”

Having previously worked behind the scenes, she had only left the entertainment industry after joining the Thousand Army Alliance. She lamented how, despite the surge of popularity over the years, good dramas had become increasingly rare.

One show, “Crossing the Demon Realm”, was truly not enough, so Mu Qingmeng decided to watch the filming of “The Nation’s Heroine” to satisfy her curiosity.

“Sounds good.” Si Fuqing snapped her fingers. “I’ll let the director know.”

This way, she could also involve Mu Qingmeng in a cameo role.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

Mu Qingmeng looked up. “Come in.”

“Lady, Miss Si, Miss Qingyao.” The head guard bowed respectfully before speaking. “The third young master of the Yu family wishes to see Miss Qingyao. He claims he was blind to the truth and mistook his savior, and he’s here to apologize for how Miss Qingyao was treated by the Ji family.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “Savior?”

“There was a serious kidnapping case at the time,” the head guard explained. “Many children were abducted, including Miss Qingyao. The mastermind behind the kidnapping has yet to be caught.”

Si Fuqing nodded.

The kidnapping was merely a facade; in truth, Ji Qingwei’s godfather sought to claim her luck.

Mu Qingmeng turned to Ji Qingyao. “Qingyao, did you save the young master of the Yu family?”

Ji Qingyao frowned. “I don’t remember.”

She had indeed been kidnapped, but after years of training at the Thousand Army Alliance, her fighting skills and strength were not comparable to other children.

While she had saved a few people, she couldn’t recall if Yu Yao was among them. However, Ji Qingyao knew that Yu Yao had always protected Ji Qingwei because she had saved his life.

Yet, having lived at the Thousand Army Alliance, she felt no urgency regarding Yu Yao at all.

“Then let him go,” Mu Qingmeng said, gently patting Ji Qingyao’s head. “If he can mistake his savior, what great things can he achieve?”

“Also, Qingyao is my adopted daughter now. She’s not someone the Yu family can reach, so they should drop any ulterior motives. Otherwise, they should be careful of my wrath.”

Yu Yao had merely been sent to the Thousand Army Alliance for training by the old master of the Yu family and was not a formal member.

Mu Qingmeng had no intention of reprimanding him; it would be best if he kept his distance from her.

The head guard complied and went to the door, repeating Mu Qingmeng’s words verbatim to Yu Yao.

Yu Yao opened his mouth, desperately saying, “I really just wanted to apologize; I mean no offense. I…”

However, he could not find the words to continue.

Indeed, he had mistaken his savior and had cared for a venomous person for so many years.

Regret washed over him, leaving him in unbearable pain.

He could only leave the Thousand Army Alliance and return to the Yu family.

“Alright, don’t dwell on the past,” Old Master Yu said when he saw Yu Yao so devastated, lost in despair. He added, “You don’t need to concern yourself with the Ji family anymore. Focus on your career; your uncle is uninterested in business, and I hope you will inherit the Yu family, understand?”

Yu Yao’s voice was hoarse. “I understand, Grandpa.”

After all these years, he had sacrificed so much for Ji Qingwei, only to realize it had all been a deception, leaving him unable to find peace.

“And you shouldn’t stop searching for the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand,” Old Master Yu continued, nodding. “Once found, you can show your grandmother to help with her cold-related headaches.”

Once Old Madam Yu’s health improved, she would no longer harbor such disdain for Yu Xiheng.

Old Master Yu still hoped for a harmonious family, free from strife.

**

Meanwhile, in the Muston Dukedom.

Lang Xuan had been invited by Raphael to attend a royal banquet.

“Hey, where’s Miss Si?” Raphael asked in surprise. “You’re not being very considerate…”

Lang Xuan shot him a cold glance. “You’re the ruler of the Muston Dukedom and didn’t know she had to return to Great Xia in an emergency yesterday?”

“Oh,” Raphael sighed. “I’ve been so busy that I forgot. I’ll just have to invite her again later.”

With that, he turned to his servant. “Send a box of gold to Great Xia as an apology gift.”

The servant had become accustomed to Raphael’s ways and quickly went to prepare.

“Old Four, you’re staying here tonight,” Raphael said, patting Lang Xuan on the shoulder. “I may not have much, but I have plenty of money.”

Lang Xuan rubbed his temples and followed his secretary to the palace Raphael had prepared for him.

Raphael indeed spared no expense, giving him the best view.

It was the secretary’s first time entering the royal palace, and he couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

Lang Xuan sat down. “What about the matter I asked you to investigate?”

“President Yun, it seems this Ji Qingwei is quite mysterious,” the secretary reported. “Our chip design hasn’t been fully made public, yet she managed to replicate the core design.”

The security technology of Above the Clouds had always been impeccable, and he had thought Ji Qingwei had gained some supernatural insight.

Lang Xuan frowned slightly. “Since the Thousand Army Alliance is handling the matter, we don’t need to worry about it.”

“However, she is indeed a habitual plagiarist,” the secretary added. “Earlier this year at the International Youth Art Exhibition, she plagiarized Miss Si’s work, and the concepts and techniques of the two embroidery pieces were practically identical. I don’t know how she managed to copy it; it’s truly strange.”