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Chapter 85: Chapter 72: Problem Children Asylum (Part 3)

’But his estimated potential could unlock all seven Divine Treasures, and there was even a plus sign at the end?’

This...

"Your Highness?"

When Yang Mo saw Zhao Ci remain silent, he assumed the prince was trying to find the right words to turn him down, and his face couldn’t help but turn pale.

But Zhao Ci just smiled. "I’ve always thought you were a talented man. If you wanted to become a Mansion Official, you should have just come to me directly. Why bother bullying these Scholars of common birth? Your Yang Family uses Poisonous Gu, you know. It wouldn’t do to have them getting hurt!"

This Yang Mo definitely had potential.

’I didn’t even need to consider his potential. The ten thousand insight points and the Talent Divine Cocoon were reason enough to take a gamble on him.’

Feng Kucha was stunned. "!!!"

Zhu Li was stunned too. "!!!"

’Why does the boss recruit all these weirdos?’

’I’m so mad I could just scream!’

But they were in public, after all, so she just rubbed her chest and withdrew into her shell again.

’There’s nothing I can do but tell myself not to be angry.’

’After all, Zhao Ci had promised her she was the cornerstone of the Xingyu Pill Association, and that she wouldn’t be shorted on any of the benefits she deserved.’

’But... she still wanted Zhao Ci to lead her to glorious achievements!’

’This Yang Mo...’

Yang Mo was also stunned. "N-No! Your Highness, you’re agreeing just like that?"

Zhao Ci nodded. "Of course. I’ve thought you were a talented man for a long time now!"

"I..."

Yang Mo felt his head spin. ’Am I a talented man? How come I didn’t know?’

Zhu Li’s face paled, and she rubbed her chest again.

Afraid she might get so mad she started to lactate, Zhao Ci quickly added with a smile, "Look at Tributor Zhu. She’s a pearl I spotted with my discerning eye, plucked from the vast ocean of people!

Before the Gongdan Conference, there were plenty of morons who bullied Tributor Zhu, but now they all cower when they see her.

There’s no such thing as an untalented person in this world, only a genius who’s been put in the wrong place!"

"Hm?"

Zhu Li’s brow furrowed, a divine spark of wisdom flashing in her eyes. ’Could it really be true?’

’It must be!’

’The Tenth Prince might not be much good at other things, but he certainly has a good eye for talent.’

’How else would he have been able to spot a pearl like me?’

The tightness in her chest instantly vanished. She lifted her chin, her fair neck held high. "Exactly! I saw it a long time ago, too. See? When Feng Kucha joined the mansion, I didn’t raise a single objection. And you, Yang Mo, stop hesitating. Just join us and put your mind at ease. In the future, if you run into any trouble, I, as the Chief Mansion Official of the Tenth Prince’s Mansion, will have your back!"

Her tone was resonant and forceful.

As she grew more passionate, she even began waving her smooth, pale arms.

She had the distinct air of a pyramid scheme recruiter.

Zhao Ci: "..."

Overcome with excitement, Yang Mo was at a loss for words, thanking them again and again.

Zhao Ci hadn’t lowered his voice, so his declaration that "an untalented person is only a genius who’s been put in the wrong place" reached the ears of everyone else present.

Everyone was instantly inspired, and all eyes turned to Zhao Ci. The Martial Arts Arena fell preternaturally silent.

Zhao Ci seized the opportunity and rose to his feet. "It has been over half a month since I established my mansion, yet it remains sparsely populated. I thank you all for attending. Of course, tonight’s banquet is not only for recruitment. You have all met here as friends through martial arts. Whether or not we work together in the future, you are all pillars of Great Yu. To you all, I raise this cup!"

"We salute Your Highness!"

Everyone rose and raised their cups in unison, a thrill of excitement running through them.

But before the wine could touch their lips, a voice called out from outside.

"Lao Shi! Your brother is late. I can’t believe you kept such a big event a secret."

Everyone turned toward the voice to see Zhao Yong striding in like a conquering hero, with Zhu Yan in tow.

They had no choice but to bow in greeting.

"Greetings, Ninth Prince!"

"Greetings, Ninth Prince!"

"Greetings, Ninth Prince!"

Zhao Ci watched Zhao Yong approach with a beaming smile and felt a headache coming on. ’This bastard is here to muddy the waters again.’

Zhao Yong smiled faintly. "Lao Shi, your brother has arrived. Aren’t you going to prepare a seat for me?"

Zhao Ci glanced at the people below and instantly understood his brother’s intentions.

’He’d love to make Zhao Yong sit on the floor, too.’

’But to do something like that in public would be a breach of the Royal Family’s etiquette. And right now, that old fogey Zhao Huan was just enjoying the show, not caring how big a mess it became. If he decided to make an issue of this, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.’

So he turned to Cuiyun. "Cuiyun, quickly, go prepare another dining table!"

"Yes!"

Cuiyun accepted the order and hurried away.

But Zhao Yong frowned. "Lao Shi, there are two of us. Isn’t it improper to only prepare one table?"

"What’s improper about it?"

Zhao Ci pointed at Feng Kucha and Yang Mo. "Around here, those who have a good relationship share a dining table. Ahem..."

He coughed a few times, drawing everyone’s attention.

Only then did he continue, "Allow me to make an introduction. Soon, I will be traveling to the Northern Three Prefectures as the Pill Granting Envoy to bestow pills on behalf of the Emperor. My Ninth Imperial Brother here will be my Vice Envoy of the Pill Granting Mission. Everyone, please give a round of applause to welcome my Ninth Imperial Brother to his seat!"

After speaking, he patted the spot next to him.

The long bench could, in a pinch, fit two people.

But Zhao Ci was sitting right in the middle, showing no intention of moving to one side.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!

The crowd, not understanding the situation, burst into applause.

Zhao Yong, however, didn’t move a muscle.

Zhao Ci retorted, "Why aren’t you taking a seat, Brother Huang? Do you feel you aren’t on good enough terms with me, your little brother?"

Zhao Yong: "???"

’So the Vice Envoy is just his subordinate, is that it?’

He glanced at the edge of the bench, where there was barely enough room for half of his rear.

His cheek twitched slightly.

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