CH 61.1

“He Jünle, even if what awaits you are blood and tears, disgrace and death, yet you would——regret not your move?” (TL: ‘Move’ as in a chess move; reference to a Chinese saying)

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“I see, if that’s your choice——”

“Murong, speak properly.”

While flying towards the multi-use training room on the thirtieth floor in the elevator, Murong Jihua has suddenly become ceaselessly talkative, blabbering incessantly, even switching his speech style after He Jünle very firmly told him to shut up.

Though the changed tone of speech makes no difference in what he wants to say,

“Le-gege, are you really going to the training room?

Or, would you really not want to rest today first?”

After that was rejected as well, Murong Jihua looks defeated as he adjusts his tie, saying,

“I thought you’d like this style of speaking more.”

The elevator passes through the home zoo on the twenty-sixth floor in the meantime.

An elephant happens to be playing with water by the lake, and the water it spews happens to spray a little right on the glass exterior of their 360-degree view elevator, leaving a long dripping mark on it.

Murong Jihua is thinking, how it looks just like last night with the liquid flowing down He Jünle’s legs…

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He Jünle answers his previous question with, “well, I do.

But compared to rest, we have more pressing matters at hand, don’t we——Or, you’re hoping that the well-prepared Princess will kidnap you?”

Murong Jihua raises his hands in defeat, saying, “no, I’ll stop.”

The elevator passes through the musical café on the twenty-seventh floor.

The lights cast a charming hue. The music is romantic. The mood is seductive…

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He Jünle’s fingers curl slightly as he explains sternly and carefully,

“Her Highness Elizabeth is strong. I might have had a slight edge over her in terms of arm strength, but that is no guarantee that I would be triumphant over her in any other area… Ho ho, unlikely as it is.”

The elevator passes through the private beach on the twenty-eighth floor.

The soothing, comfortable artificial sunlight is warm. Seagulls are calling at each other inside. What a pleasant scene.

Murong Jihua is thinking, it was just as warm and comfortable inside He Jünle last night…

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He Jünle leans over to look at Murong Jihua, analysing while gesturing with his two hands,

“… So I believe, timely reflection and training are important. If I am lacking in any areas, at least I will have to make it for it. There is more than a twofold increase in the chances of success if we seize this opportunity!”

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“Murong Jihua, were you listening to me?”

“… Of course. As expected of my man, such powerful speech, such convincing speech!”

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“… If you need any financial assistance, just ask this shaoye?”

The elevator passes through the butler’s private quarters on the twenty-ninth floor quickly enough, and stops right on the thirtieth floor in front of the training room.

He Jünle breaks out into a chuckle, saying,

“Never mind. Just stay safe and watch over the Su siblings and yourself. As for money…” He drags Murong Jihua over by the tie before the elevator door opens, quickly planting a kiss by the man’s lips, while saying, “you’re already mine. Why would I need to worry about money?”

Murong Jihua leaves a line of teeth marks by He Jünle’s lower lip, saying,

“Just as the financially responsible damned man this shaoye likes.”

Butler Cui and the maids led by Sophia, who were on standby by the elevator door in the training room “…”

Today, they are once again big, shiny, rich lightbulbs for sure.

The training room is big, formed by a ring of seats raised surrounding the large field in the middle.

After He Jünle’s ‘I haven’t fought for a while and I don’t want to hurt you so please move to the spectator’s area,’ Murong Jihua complies unwillingly while also nagging and finally successfully persuades He Jünle to agree to the floor of the training field being covered by a whole layer of top quality soft blankets.

In his own words, “soft, safe, soothing.”

Butler Cui presents a remote controller with an entire array of disorienting buttons on it to Murong Jihua carefully, explaining,

“Shaoye, this is the remote control system, a complete replica of the royal knights’ training program; this is also the training Her Highness received since birth.”

Murong Jihua is in shock – what the heck kind of fantastical world is this turning out to be?!

“Is it dangerous?”

“Uh… there’s an inherent risk, but the smart AI system will judge the trainee’s personal safety at all times, and shaoye can also decide to halt the entire program at any time with this controller.”

Then, butler Cui also adds, “there are thirty-six royal physicians on standby as well.”

Murong Jihua is still worried, but He Jünle wouldn’t give him to chance to continue to be a worrywart, coldly saying,

“Let’s go. Keep waiting and the sun’s going to set. Or could it be, that,” He Jünle’s lips perk up as he asks, “you don’t believe in me?”

Of course!

Of course he does!

But he can’t put his trust in this extremely unsafe-sounding training system!

Murong Jihua decides to start with a rather unremarkable grey button, and says, “we’ll start with this one then.”

——Almost as soon as Murong Jihua as pushed on the button, four gun barrels appear on all four sides of the training room, all locked directly onto He Jünle.

“?!

What do you mean just ‘inherent risk’?!”

Murong Jihua is about to push on the shut-down button already, but before his fingers move over in time——

The attack has begun.

Tens of thousands of red and green and little cupcakes of other colours fly towards He Jünle with a terrifying speed.

Murong Jihua “???”

——When he focuses his attention on the centre of the field, Murong Jihua is no longer able to move his gaze away.

He Jünle’s moves can be described with the following mathematical expression.

Repeated side-steps×Extreme drift×Zero-energy loss flight×Spins+Punches×Explosive Spinkick+The Whiteclaw Move of Jiuyin×10+∞

This expression gives the following result.

Ten minutes later, The cupcakes have all become mush that have formed a layer on top of the carpet.

Other than on the bottom of his sole, He Jünle has not been sullied by sugary goodness anywhere else. In fact, he is holding a plate he found god-knows-where and put several strawberry cupcakes on it, putting them into his mouth nonchalantly, licking the cream clean.

Everyone other than Murong Jihua – Shocked, taken aback, jaws agape.

Murong Jihua “…”

“I almost forgot… Maybe Newton was never born in this world…”