Yet as Jiang Nuan said more and more, Cen Xue could no longer hide the bewilderment on her face.
Seeing her expression, Jiang Nuan suddenly had a startling thought.
"Don't tell me you're not the transmigrator?"
"No, I am. I just didn't know about the things you mentioned, so hearing them all at once left me a little confused."
As Cen Xue spoke, she had roughly pieced together a theory. Perhaps they had heard those poems from the modern world through Jiang Nuan's inner voice and used them, leading Jiang Nuan to mistake them for a transmigrator.
So she claimed the identity. The matter of hearing thoughts could not be exposed, and barring anything unexpected, there were probably no other transmigrators. It was a feeling she had deep down.
Rather than let Jiang Nuan keep fretting over a nonexistent transmigrator, she might as well claim to be that person herself.
"Oh, right! I forgot you didn't know about any of this. Let me tell you."
Jiang Nuan told Cen Xue about the memorable scenes from those days, making her burst into laughter.
"By the way, from what you said, Goryeo originally only offered five cities, but now it's become ten. And they came here certain they would win. Could they go back on their word?
"I think those people are very likely to break their promise. What should we do?"
Cen Xue spotted an overlooked issue.
"Go back on their word? I've thought about that, and I think my father actually seems quite eager for them to do it. I handed the refined salt business over to him back then, and the treasury is still pretty full now.
"Besides, the gunpowder those alchemists make keeps getting more powerful. As production increased, they were able to make a lot more things