Fisherman

Room 301 was lively that night, and the commotion was considerable. But as a guesthouse, its soundproofing was naturally excellent. Although no Reincarnation Space permissions had been used, the guesthouse itself had been built with special items from the Space.

As long as no one else used their permissions, they obviously could not discover anything.

"We're going to the capital today."

Shirley, fully dressed and having cleaned up every trace, fixed Xu Yue with her ruby-like eyes as though she were merely stating a fact.

The reason she had cleaned up herself was naturally because she had sent all the maids away. Upon hearing her words, Xu Yue did not seem particularly concerned and replied with his usual gentleness.

"Given your status, since you came here openly, you should naturally go meet the last Qing Emperor of my Great Qing."

Yet after cleaning up the remnants, Shirley wore an unusually solemn expression.

"Don't go to the capital."

Unlike Zhang Zuolin and the others, Shirley's impression of Xu Yue was still that of a little lover whose talent was no less than her own. In terms of strength, he had yet to mature. If he became caught up in this vortex, he would lack the ability to protect himself.

"The capital is the Qing Court's home ground. If you follow me there with your current identity, you'll definitely run into trouble."

Not to mention that they had already fallen out during the previous battle and inflicted massive casualties on the Qing Court—even if they had not yet torn off all pretenses, traveling to the capital while so many outstanding Beiyang talents were heading there still carried enormous risks.

"Haha, don't worry. Beiyang will naturally have considered that. Nothing will happen. Relax—I'm not weak either."

Clearly, Shirley had no way of dealing