Don't Let My Sister Find Out!

Ling Ju was furious, angry at Ling Jing, but even more so at Jing Pu.

The reason Ling Ju was angry wasn't that Ling Jing had dug up a boulder and caused it to collapse from a mountain peak.

It was because Ling Jing was the only legitimate Imperial Prince of the Bei Lan Dynasty, and the future Monarch of the Northern Province—the future Emperor!

There were many kinds of Emperors. Some excelled in both civil governance and military might.

With one hand, they wielded the sword, beating the Devil Race until they cried for their mothers and dared not invade the Human Race. With the other, they governed the Northern Province, allowing the common people to live in peace and enjoy happy lives.

Her own father, for example, was just such a man. He was known as the Sage Emperor!

Of course, not every Emperor was so outstanding, but at the very least, they had to excel in either civil governance or military might.

If you were simply good at governing the dynasty, then at the very least, you could be called the Benevolent Emperor.

If you were skilled in battle, beating the Devil Race until they cried for their mothers and keeping the dynasty safe for a thousand years, then you could be called the Martial Emperor!

The Emperor determined the lives of the Northern Province's tens of billions of people. He was an incredibly important figure.

A foolish and incompetent Emperor wouldn't just bring ruin to his own dynasty; he would also plunge hundreds of billions of common people into an endless abyss.

Everyone knew Ling Jing would never become a Sage Emperor. Some even said that if he ever ascended the throne, he would be a cruel and heartless Monarch.

But no matter what, Ling Jing could at least excel in one area—military might, because he was a genius!

A true genius!

Ling Jing was less than a hundred years old by bone age, yet he had already reached the early Golden Core stage. He was a peerless genius, and no one in the entire Northern Province could match his talent!

If Ling Jing inherited the throne, then no matter what, he could at least protect the Bei Lan Dynasty's territory from harm!

That was why her father had never considered choosing someone else, even though Ling Jing caused trouble every day.

If Ling Jing were truly useless at everything, her father would have chosen one of the illegitimate Imperial Princes long ago.

But when the two elders from the Divine Sword Sect had come to report what happened, Ling Ju learned that Ling Jing hadn't cultivated at all this past week!

He spent his mornings holed up in that so-called senior's courtyard, then went looking for a hillside to dig holes in every afternoon!

What was he playing at?!

Other people's Emperors had posthumous titles like Martial Emperor or Benevolent Emperor. What would Ling Jing's title be? Digging Emperor? Hoeing Emperor?!

These past few days, Ling Ju had been immersed in the Lord of Ten Thousand Armies' formation and hadn't paid Ling Jing any attention.

In fact, she had been quite happy that Ling Jing hadn't caused any trouble, thinking that this senior really knew how to teach him.

But now that she knew what had been going on, she felt this senior was leading him astray.

Ling Jing wasn't an ordinary person. He had a mission and a duty. How could they let a future Martial Emperor spend every day digging up dirt instead of cultivating?!

Wouldn't that ruin Ling Jing?!

Ling Ju felt she had to speak with this senior properly. This concerned the Bei Lan Dynasty's fate for the next thousand years, as well as the lives of tens of billions of common people!

But when Ling Ju said this, Ling Tiannan and Di Chen exchanged a glance. Arrange a meeting?

What a joke!

Who would dare arrange a meeting with the senior?!

Ling Tiannan and Di Chen immediately replied awkwardly:

"Well... the senior isn't from our Divine Sword Sect. He's simply living in seclusion here. We wouldn't dare arrange a meeting."

Ling Ju wouldn't take her anger out on unrelated people, so she stood up at once and said:

"Take me to this senior. Now!"

At that moment, Jing Pu was sitting in the little pavilion—the only decent spot left—and frowning at a piece of clothing in his hands. Women's clothing??

Ling Jing sat across from him, looking smug, as if telling Jing Pu, Come on, praise me.

Jing Pu raised his eyebrows and stared blankly for a moment before saying, utterly bewildered:

"If you like the hoe, then take it. I've got plenty more. But what are you giving me this for?"

At Jing Pu's words, Ling Jing's previously smug little face fell. He looked at Jing Pu and said:

"Ah~~ Senior, you don't like this...?"

The senior's taste... really was high. He didn't even like Dragon Heart Soft Armor??

Jing Pu was speechless. He wasn't into cross-dressing, so why would he like women's clothing?

Jing Pu curled his lip and handed the leather Inner Armor back to Ling Jing.

"Where did you get this?"

But Ling Jing didn't take it. He simply waved his hand and said:

"Keep it, senior. You can't take back something you've already given away."

Jing Pu curled his lip. What was he supposed to do with this thing??

But before Jing Pu could say anything, there was a sudden knock at the door. Then a voice as sweet as music from a forest stream rang out:

"May I ask if Senior Jing Pu is home? Could I meet with you?"

What a lovely voice. Jing Pu was just marveling at it, not yet wondering what this was about.

But Ling Jing, sitting across from him, puffed up like a startled cat. He looked terrified and had no idea where to run.

Then he saw the Dragon Heart Soft Armor in Jing Pu's hands. Panicking, Ling Jing snatched it back, shoved it inside Jing Pu's clothes, and pleaded with a terrified look:

"Senior, whatever you do, don't let my sister find this! If she does, I'm really dead!"

Jing Pu stared, confused. What... what was that supposed to mean?

Ling Jing was already heading toward the gate.

Jing Pu was still stunned, but then it suddenly dawned on him. That piece of clothing... couldn't Ling Jing have stolen it from his sister?!

Damn it!!

At the thought, Jing Pu hurriedly stuffed the clothing farther inside his own clothes. Anyone who didn't know the truth would think he was a pervert!!

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a group of people entered. At their head was the stunning young woman Jing Pu had glimpsed in passing that night: Ling Ju.

Things had happened too quickly then, and Jing Pu had only caught a brief glimpse. Now that he looked closely, the woman before him was truly breathtaking.

Back on Earth, Jing Pu had had the internet. He had seen beauties in clothes and without, natural and surgically enhanced, famous actresses and rising stars—far too many to count.

Yet before Ling Ju, every one of them would have felt inferior. Especially the air about her: she was so exquisitely beautiful and ethereal that one could only admire her from afar, never profane her.

Only... Ling Ju seemed rather unhappy right now. But when someone so beautiful frowned or got angry, she was still beautiful all the same.

Still, Jing Pu didn't quite dare look at Ling Ju. Damn, he still had one of her garments tucked inside his clothes. If she found out, she'd definitely think he was a pervert!!

At the thought, Jing Pu was speechless. What had gotten into Ling Jing, that he'd give his own sister's clothing to Jing Pu??

The group came to Jing Pu's little pavilion. Ling Ju looked at him with her brows slightly furrowed and displeasure plain on her face, and Jing Pu's heart gave a thump.

Could it be... Ling Ju already knew about the clothing???