The Female Bandit Unlocked the Deathsworn Tag, Rewarding the Prince with Running Water Blueprints

Uncle Fu saw off Surveillance Commissioner Yun.

Upon reaching the front yard, Yun Zhengze stopped, glanced back at the direction of the warm pavilion, and wore a complicated expression.

Having lived this long, he never imagined that one day he would be rendered speechless by his own daughter's "employer".

He was a worldly man, and he could tell at a glance that the terms of the employment contract were written in advance by Prince Yi, specifically waiting for him.

Even the clause about the penalty for breach of contract was clearly designed to ensure he wouldn't actually pay 100,000 taels.

Prince Yi Gu Moran.

When he was in Beijing, public opinion was overwhelmingly against him, saying that he was weak and incompetent, always hiding behind his wife, and a sickly good-for-nothing.

Yun Zhengze saw it with his own eyes today; although his clothes were casual, he did indeed look sickly.

But those eyes were too still.

He was so quiet that it was impossible to tell what he was hiding.

Yun Zhengze withdrew his gaze and stepped out of the palace gate.

In the warm room.

Shen Ling'er lowered the curtain to block the cold wind in the courtyard and casually adjusted the charcoal in the brazier.

Yun Shuyue held the taro and stood still.

Gu Moran glanced at her.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her expression was a jumble of emotions—grievance, embarrassment, and relief all mixed together.

Gu Moran didn't expose it.

He picked up a book from the side, opened it, and pretended not to see it.

Su Yao is quite direct.

"Why are you crying?"

She adjusted the abacus without looking up.

"The engagement letter is signed. From now on, you'll be a proper member of the Prince's household. What's the point of looking so long-faced?"

Yun Shuyue opened her mouth.

"Sister, I didn't cry."

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Murong Xue poked her head out from the inner room and said nonchalantly, "It's okay to cry. Women on the grasslands cry when they win a fight, and then they get back to work."

Yun Shuyue was taken aback.

Then she burst out laughing.

With that smile, tears rolled down her cheeks.

She had just taken a bite of taro when she choked and coughed.

Shen Ling'er rushed over, patted her back, and handed her a handkerchief.

Eat slowly, no one's going to steal it from you.

Yun Shuyue wiped her face, forcing back her tears.

She clutched the soft, roasted taro in her hand, recalling the scene from just moments ago.

After saying "ungrateful wretch," Yun Zhengze turned and left.

That was my father.

Three years have passed, and my father's temples have turned white.

He did not forcibly take her away, nor did he lose his composure in front of Prince Yi.

Before leaving, I mentioned her old ankle injury and reminded her to take her medicine.

The Yun Shuyue lowered its head.

That old wound was from when she was ten years old, when she fell from a tree while practicing light-body skills with the guards of the manor.

My mother had just passed away not long before.

Yun Zhengze was away on official business, leaving only his second wife Lady Wang, to coldly observe from the sidelines.

Later, her father returned and personally invited a doctor, staying by her side to administer the medicine for half a month.

For many years afterward, she believed that her father had long forgotten.

But today, he still remembers.

Gu Moran through the book when he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Yun Shuyue lowered her head, her two high buns swaying slightly, looking utterly dejected.

Gu Moran put down the book.

" The Yun Shuyue."

The Yun Shuyue is looking up.

Gu Moran leaned back in his chair, his tone flat.

"Go get the key to the east wing from Uncle Fu."

He paused.

"The yard isn't big, but it's sunny, so it gets warm in the winter."

Yun Shuyue was stunned.

Gu Moran picked up the book " Record of Yi Prefecture Agricultural Administration " and opened it again.

"Go get the keys and settle in."

"We'll have dinner together at the Prince's residence tonight."

Yun Shuyue held the taro in her hand, stood for a moment, and then nodded vigorously.

"Good."

She lifted her skirt and turned around.

He took two steps, then stopped.

Yun Shuyue turned to look at him.

Gu Moran her head down, reading, without looking up.

She stared at his profile for a moment, swallowed the words she was about to say, and walked away, lifting her skirt.

She stopped at the doorway.

Uncle Fu was returning from outside, holding the key to the east wing in his hand.

The keys weren't new; they were a dull bronze color and had been wiped very clean.

Yun Shuyue reached out and took it.

The key landed in my palm; it was a little cool and a little heavy.

She looked down at the keys, then glanced at the employment contract in her other hand.

Her name was written in black and white on the employment letter.

Yun Shuyue.

He's not the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

She is not a rebellious daughter who ran away from home.

It's not the shameless, public-showing person that Lady Wang described.

They were hired by Prince Yi's Residence.

There is wages.

I have a place to stay.

Someone will provide meals.

There were also people backing him up.

Yun Shuyue's eyes instantly reddened.

She turned and ran back to the warm pavilion, her skirt tangled and messy, almost causing her to trip and fall again.

Gu Moran had just turned a page when her sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

Yun Shuyue stood in front of him, her fingers clenched tightly.

"Your Highness."

Her voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face, landing on the corner of the employment letter.

"From now on, my life belongs to the Prince's mansion."

Gu Moran looked up at her.

Yun Shuyue sniffed and quickly added a sentence.

"I'm not kidding."

"Delivering messages, scouting, eavesdropping, scaling walls, running errands, and even taking the fall—anything is acceptable."

"I will never shirk my duty as long as Your Highness needs me."

Shen Ling'er looked at her reddened eyes and said nothing.

Su Yao paused for a moment while working on the abacus.

Murong Xue's eyes lit up.

"I'll take the hit myself, but let's fight together."

Gu Moran looked at the crumpled cuffs of his sleeve and remained silent for a moment.

Then he tried to pull his sleeve back, but couldn't.

"Alright."

His tone remained lazy.

"I hired you, not so you could talk so cheaply about yourself."

Yun Shuyue was stunned.

Gu Moran out, took the engagement letter from her hand, and smoothed the edges that were wet with her tears.

"Take care of your own life first."

"The Prince's mansion is short of people, but it's not short of dead people."

Yun Shuyue's tears fell even more fiercely.

She nodded vigorously.

"I will obey Your Highness."

The next moment, a system screen suddenly popped up in front of Gu Moran's eyes.

[bite!]

[The destiny line of Yun Shuyue, the woman of fate, has shifted significantly.]

[Affection level increased to: 70.]

[Special tags unlocked: Assassin/Life Report.]

[Note: This character has identified the host as their protector and object of loyalty, and will subsequently proactively gather intelligence, deliver classified messages, and carry out high-risk missions for the host.]

[Gas transport settlement initiated.]

[Rewards being distributed...]

The handwriting in front of Gu Moran changed.

A flood of images and text rushed into my mind.

Bamboo pipes. Water tower.

Sedimentation tank. Sand and gravel layer.

Charcoal layer. Ceramic jar filter element.

Underground drain or sewer.

Odor-proof bend. Flushing well.

The main drainage canal of the city.

A complete set of "bamboo and wood filtration tap water and urban construction sewage system drawings" unfolded in his mind.

Gu Moran stopped turning the pages of the book.

He was still pondering the problems of the dampness of the palace, the murky well water, and the inconvenience for the women to bathe.

Now it's all right.

The water has come.

They even planned out where the dirty water would go.

Gu Moran suddenly put down his book and reached for the charcoal pencil on his desk.

Shen Ling'er was wiping Yun Shuyue's tears when she turned to look at him.

What are you going to do now?

Gu Moran had already spread out the paper.

"Draw something."

Su Yao looked up.

"You read it in an old book again?"

Gu Moran lowered his charcoal pencil and first drew a tall wooden tower.

"This time it's not an old book."

He paused.

"It came to me suddenly when someone grabbed my sleeve and wrinkled it."

Yun Shuyue blushed instantly.

"I... I'll pay for your sleeve."