Chapter 6: When You Meet a Girl with Queen-like Aura, Cling to Her Thighs Tightly

Does it even need to be calculated? The girl said so.

She wrote it so naturally, without any pretense, as if this problem had not just caused Ge Zhu to cough up blood twice.

She lowered her head and wrote the single digit "two".

Just when Ge Lian had finished stating the problem, Lihua had also uttered this simple number. Then Ge Zhu coughed up blood, and that answer was proven to be foolish.

But this time was different.

Not a single person in the room spoke, because right after that digit two, there was a small, solid, round dot suspended in the middle.

The first to break the silence was still Ge Lian, who frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Indeed, what did you mean? To write a two without even doing the calculation, did you really think this was the answer?

"The primordial number at the dawn of heaven and earth," the girl wrote lightly in the air. She tilted her head, a trace of mischievousness flashing in her blue eyes: "How many decimal places do you need? Tell me how many you want, and I'll write that many."

The girl slowly wrote the ice-blue characters in the air just like that, yet she exuded an incomparable confidence and pride, as if—questioning her in the first place was an utterly foolish thing to do.

Gesheng looked at the girl, guessing something and wanting to see Xiaojiu admit it.

Seeing Gesheng's gaze, the little girl, usually so immensely proud, showed a hint of shyness and gently wrote: "Yes, I know the answer, and I know the algorithm too. It's just that writing out the algorithm is far too foolish, because I remember the answer far too well."

Then she turned to face Ge Lian: "This is a number that extends infinitely toward the infinitely small, yet there is an unsurpassable barrier standing right in front of it. How many places do you need me to write?"

The shyness the girl displayed when facing Gesheng vanished completely the moment she turned toward Ge Lian, replaced entirely by naked pride and confidence—a pride and confidence so aggressive it bordered on oppressive.

"Five places? Ten places? A hundred places? Let's make this clear in advance."

With everyone else trapped in a dead silence, she wrote uninhibitedly: "If it exceeds three hundred places, I'll just have to guess blindly, because that's as far as my memory goes."

Ge Lian trembled all over. He finally understood the situation before him—this girl accompanied by that dog-like man was not some ordinary girl he could manipulate at will; she could easily be crowned with a terrifying prefix.

"Never mind, since you're not speaking," the girl shook her head and wrote, "I'll just write out a hundred places to give you a rough idea."

With that, her fingers began to move once more.

Two point seven one eight two eight one eight two eight four...

She had completely seized control of the situation. Everyone in the parlor could only watch as she moved with the poise of a queen, scribbling a column of a hundred digits across the floor at a breathtaking speed.

You thought you were simply luring in a tender, white little lamb waiting for the slaughter—unaware that she was a one-of-a-kind, genuine little queen.

She finished the last digit and raised her pretty blue eyebrows: "Is it correct?"

Ge Lian was left speechless.

There were very few people in this world who could leave him speechless, let alone a woman.

Yet in front of this girl, he was truly speechless.

Even for Ge Lian, it took him a moment to digest this fact, so it was fourteen breaths later before he finally spoke: "Cousin, you really have met a remarkable and noble person."

He said this, then shrugged: "You've won one round. Now it's your turn to pose a question."

"However," the boy sneered slightly, and in that instant, all his gentleness and refinement vanished entirely, leaving only an icy, piercing chill: "You won't be so lucky with my next question."

"Oh," Xiaojiu nodded, gently writing the word "oh".

Then she took a step aside and directly wrote her third question on the floor.

"The Saint Yueyi possesses a supreme treasure capable of recharging magic-conducting devices, pouring into them like an ocean into a mud puddle without showing any sign of depletion. The saint is benevolent and wishes to bestow his grace upon the world, proclaiming that he will personally recharge the magic-conducting device of every individual in the world who does not recharge their own.

Question: Should the Saint Yueyi recharge his own magic-conducting device?"

She wrote it down word by word. Clearly a logic puzzle, yet there was not a single number in the entire problem, and the answer boiled down to a simple choice between yes and no.

After reading the problem, Lihua blurted out: "He shouldn't, because he only recharges those who do not recharge themselves."

As soon as he finished these words, Lihua silently covered his mouth.

But if he stopped recharging his own device, then he would fall into the category of those who ought to have their devices recharged.

Gesheng also looked at this problem, then smiled self-deprecatingly and looked across at Ge Lian.

Ge Lian was no longer calm and collected; beads of sweat the size of soybeans had gathered on his forehead. This problem, which looked simple to the extreme, once again rendered him utterly speechless.

Twenty breaths later, he finally spoke in a dry voice: "Who on earth are you?"

"This was the final question posed by Emperor Yuantai of Di Shi to Emperor Shuhua one hundred and ten years ago," the girl wrote, tilting her head. "So who I am doesn't matter."

A logic puzzle that even the most peerless emperor in the world one hundred and ten years ago could not answer was naturally not a problem that a sixteen-year-old boy before her could solve.

"By the way—I don't have the answer to this problem either," Xiaojiu continued writing matter-of-factly. "It's just that Di Shi never stipulated that you cannot pose a question you yourself cannot solve."

"Very well," Ge Lian shrugged. "You win."

You win. He said it lightly and effortlessly.

Lihua tightly covered his mouth, practically on the verge of tears of joy. Gesheng's temperament was normally considered steady, but after all, he was still a child. This time, he truly could not hold back; he stepped forward and pulled Xiaojiu into a tight embrace.

Just a moment ago, he had been practically in despair. Yet in this short span of less than a quarter of an hour, he had experienced a rollercoaster-like emotional journey from hell to heaven.

"Hey," Xiaojiu was held tightly in Gesheng's arms. She tried to struggle slightly, but when he didn't let go, she thought for a moment and gave up.

At this moment, she let out a simple vocalization. This girl, who had not spoken a single syllable since they met and had seemed like a mute, actually opened her mouth. Her voice was astonishingly clear, soft, and sweet—Gesheng looked down at her fingers.

The girl wrote with a look that was a mix of innocence and amusement: "This is only the first vow."

Making it sound as though you've already conquered the imperial vows.

Gesheng paid no attention to this at all, but he wore an expression that clearly said, "I know."

"Anyway, I should thank you."

"In any case," Ge Lian had lost a round, yet he seemed truly unconcerned.

"The second vow begins."

"Who are you sending into battle?"

"You?" He looked at Gesheng, who was still holding Xiaojiu.

"You?" Xiaojiu looked slightly helpless.

"Or you?" His gaze shifted to that man who was still motionless in the corner.

"No, none of them," Gesheng smiled and spoke at that moment.

"For the second vow, I forfeit."

Gesheng's words were exceptionally calm, as if he were speaking of something utterly trivial.