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Shangguan Shaoyi frowned slightly, his keen intuition telling him that there was something suspicious about this matter. However, since Uncle Rong had said so, he had no choice but to believe it. He cast a calm glance at Yun Yun and said, "I apologize for any offense."
Such an arrogant person; it sounded like an apology, but there was no hint of regret in his tone, even carrying a hint of condescension. Yun Yun straightened her posture, her face adorned with endless seductive smiles. "It's fine. Mr. Shangguan's relative has passed away, and you can't catch the culprit behind the scenes. I suppose you're feeling unsettled and see everyone as that... Yun Yun."
"Miss Aisin Gioro knows well," he replied coldly.
"Don't call me Aisin Gioro anymore; it's already the Republic era, and I've changed my surname to 'Jin.' Just call me Miss Jin," Yun Yun said, her delicate fingers playing with the bed sheets as she tied her hair into a knot at her chest. Her long black hair cascaded down to her calves, and as she slowly gathered it up, her familiar movements carried a hint of seduction.
Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow, his suspicions not dissipating in the slightest.
"What are you... doing?" At the end of the corridor, Rong Yuqiao looked puzzled and confused. Her gaze fixed on the disheveled Yun Yun, her watery eyes glistening. "Brother Lin! You!" She turned and ran back, and Rong Hai felt something was amiss. He hurriedly said, "I think my daughter has misunderstood you and Miss Jin. I'll go explain it to her."
Shangguan Shaoyi nodded indifferently. Meanwhile, Yun Yun found it quite amusing. The corners of her alluring lips curled up as she teased, "That little girl seems quite interested in you. Aren't you afraid of breaking her heart?"
A sharp look flashed in Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes. "Nothing has happened between us."
Yun Yun lightly covered her red lips, her elongated eyes revealing a hint of charm. "If Miss Cheng had witnessed all this today, I wonder if Mr. Shangguan would still be so composed?"
Shangguan Shaoyi glanced at her coolly, feeling that her soft smile resembled a carefully laid trap. He was particularly worried about her dragging Mo Su into this situation, which made him quite displeased. Yun Yun smiled gently, her brows and eyes filled with affection as if she had grasped his weakness, wearing an expression of triumph.
After the banquet ended, he bid farewell to Rong Hai, who cheerfully claimed he had explained everything clearly to his daughter and assured him not to worry. He smiled politely, knowing that Uncle Rong still regarded him as a son-in-law and secretly decided to clarify this matter as soon as possible.
He got into the car and rushed to the conference room; today there were diplomatic officials from the Southern Government visiting.
Shangguan Shaoyi sat firmly in the mahogany chair in the conference room, his gaze unusually cold. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling as if he was in an unknown realm, with himself in the light and the enemy in the dark. The fragmented clues, whose authenticity he could not discern, led him either to the right path or to a wrong one. He felt a force slowly gathering around him, trying to drag him into hell, making it hard for him to breathe.
Today, the inventory of Lin Hongyao's arms was twice as much as when his father was alive. Was Japan really investing such a large sum in Lin Hongyao, or was there someone behind the scenes providing support? He furrowed his brows, his mind racing.
"Young Marshal, Mr. Zhong from the south has arrived," reported Shen Mingliang. He glanced at Shangguan Shaoyi's gloomy expression and felt a sinking feeling in his heart. "Young Marshal, you..."
"Let him in." Shangguan Shaoyi stood up, the indifference on his face disappearing.
The large conference room was nearly empty except for a few people, and the sound of the self-ringing clock echoed in the air. Shangguan Shaoyi stood up and walked towards the diplomatic official. With each step he took, the sound of his footsteps resonated clearly in the thin air. He wore a polite smile on his face, but it lacked substance as he extended his hand to shake with the diplomatic official.
"Mr. Shangguan, hello." Mr. Zhong slightly bowed. Shen Mingliang quickly added, "This is Mr. Zhong Chuping, the Foreign Minister of the Southern Government, and this is our Young Marshal Shangguan Lin."
Mr. Zhong Chuping smiled and said, "I have heard much about your esteemed name, Young Marshal. Meeting you today confirms your extraordinary presence; truly a case of a tiger father not having a dog son. If your respected father were still alive, I believe he would place great importance on this meeting since it concerns the fate of the people in the north. I think these common folks do not wish for war; what are your thoughts on this matter?"
Mr. Zhong Chuping's gaze was fixed firmly on Shangguan Shaoyi. Shangguan Shaoyi appeared relaxed and composed but spoke with a hard tone that brooked no argument: "What you say is indeed true, Mr. Zhong. My father hoped for unification between the north and south during his lifetime; therefore, I hope you can facilitate this matter and encourage your side to submit to the north soon to spare the people from suffering." His smile remained calm while his eyes grew colder.
Mr. Zhong Chuping paused for a moment before responding with a smile: "As the saying goes, heroes emerge young; you are indeed talented at such a young age and must have some understanding of the situation. As you know, we are currently gathering all our forces to attack the northern warlords; both of us know how slim our chances are for victory. I hope you will seriously consider my suggestion."
"I will consider it carefully." Shangguan Shaoyi interrupted him. "The connections from the south are indeed comforting to me; however, I have just stabilized my regime and have many matters to attend to—there is neither time nor energy for such interactions at present. Secondly, I believe that equality is a prerequisite for any engagement; I Shangguan Shaoyi do not wish to be subordinate."
"Young Marshal, you are mistaken; you do not think your position is as solid as a rock or stable as Mount Tai at this moment, do you? Japan has its eyes on your status; if your relationship with us remains unfriendly, then you will be left alone to defend your city—one hand cannot clap alone. I hope you do not cut off your own source of support." Mr. Zhong Chuping took a sip of tea and continued, "As for the conditions you mentioned, I will discuss them promptly upon my return and hope to give you an answer soon."
"Thank you very much." Shangguan Shaoyi waved his hand dismissively, standing proudly with an icy tone. "Mr. Zhong has just arrived in Feng Province, so I assume you haven't had a proper rest yet; I'll have Shen Deputy Officer make arrangements."
"Thank you." Zhong Chuping smiled slightly and turned to leave.
The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the light was dim. He looked up at the sky, pondering the entanglement of too many forces; it wasn't just Japan's watchful eye, but there were also many conflicts in the south. In such chaotic times, how could he seek a moment of peace?
"Young Commander, Mr. Zhong has been sent off," Shen Mingliang observed Shangguan Shaoyi's expression and hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Regarding the conditions proposed by Mr. Zhong, will you agree?"
"I have made it very clear that I will not be subordinate to anyone," Shangguan Shaoyi replied coldly. "They won't act rashly for now; the internal strife between the two factions in the south is ongoing, and they won't strike at us at this time. Even if they do take action, with Ruan Yu from the Northwest joining forces with me, they will definitely not be our match. This Zhong Chuping is merely testing my attitude; you can rest assured."
"Understood!" Shen Mingliang stood at attention and saluted, feeling a newfound respect for him. If the Grand Commander were still alive to see how much the Young Commander had grown, he would surely feel gratified.
"What are the next arrangements?" Shangguan Shaoyi asked in a deep voice.
"Oh! Yes! Next is to listen to a performance with Mr. Wang, the president of New North Bank. The car is already prepared."
"Let's go." He simply said one word, adjusted his military collar, and stepped into the car.
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