SBCEJM -Chapter 72 It’s over! Got too into the gossip and was caught on the spot!

On the rooftop, Feng Zexuan was fully immersed in the drama below, leaning forward unconsciously.

But her foot slipped.

The tile she was standing on let out a crisp “crack” and slid off.

“Smash!”

It shattered right beside Zhao Dequan’s feet.

His entire body jolted.

“Who’s there!”

Zhao Dequan looked up and roared.

【Damn it, got too excited watching the drama… I messed up!】

Feng Zexuan cursed herself for getting carried away.

Instead of alerting the enemy, she might as well strike first!

In a flash, she pushed off the eaves, the maid’s wide skirt flaring as she dropped straight toward the only threat in the courtyard.

Just as Zhao Dequan was about to call for guards, a cold fragrance swept past him—and a dark figure descended.

He couldn’t even see the face clearly. A sharp pain struck the back of his neck.

His vision went black. He didn’t even get a chance to make a sound before collapsing to the ground.

Thud.

Almost at the same moment, the room door was yanked open from inside.

Xia Ju, Liu Yulan, and Yu Jiaojiao rushed out—and froze on the spot.

Right in front of them was a maid standing beside the collapsed Zhao Dequan, casually brushing her hands as if she had merely dusted something off.

That relaxed posture… like she’d just brushed away a bit of dirt.

The three of them froze completely, their minds short-circuiting.

Feng Zexuan looked at them and felt a little troubled.

【Crap… I forgot there were people inside… I got caught red-handed knocking out a Minister of the Court. How am I supposed to explain this? Say he’s old and fainted from low blood sugar?】

That familiar voice exploded again inside Xia Ju, Liu Yulan, and Yu Jiaojiao’s minds.

And this time—the source was right in front of them!

All three of them snapped their heads up, eyes locking tightly onto the “maid.”

Her lips were clearly closed.

But that voice…

That voice was undeniably coming from her!

The earlier dreams, the voice they heard during the selection, the mysterious guidance that turned the situation around…

All the clues connected in that instant.

A ridiculous but somehow perfectly logical conclusion struck them like lightning.

No wonder she could transmit her voice from afar.

No wonder she could descend from the sky.

No wonder she could guide them to victory.

So… this was the true form of that immortal being!

The panic on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by near fanatic reverence.

“Im—immortal… what are your instructions?”

Xia Ju reacted first, trembling as he bowed deeply at a perfect ninety degrees.

【System, what’s going on? Why are they calling me an immortal?】

The system replied:

【Host… probably because you’re too beautiful, too ethereal, and your entrance was just too shocking. A very understandable misunderstanding~】

【Really? Hehe, that makes sense! My irresistible charm strikes again! Fine—if they insist, I’ll be the fairy sister today!】

Feng Zexuan immediately slipped into character. She cleared her throat, lifted her chin slightly, and assumed a serene, godlike expression as she looked down at them.

“No need for formalities. I am an official of the Heavenly Realm. Zhao Dequan’s corrupt actions and attempts to enforce harmful policies have disrupted mortal marriages and violated heavenly order. I descend under orders to restore balance.”

Her voice was cold and distant, devoid of mortal warmth.

Xia Ju was instantly fired up. As expected! Their actions were aligned with heavenly will!

He bowed again.

“Please command us! We will obey even unto death!”

【Xia Ju is so cooperative, I love it.】

Xia Ju’s face flushed slightly at the thought that the immortal might “like him.”

Feng Zexuan clasped her hands behind her back and paced slowly.

“Your marriages… have not yet been officially registered at the government office, correct?”

“Zhao Dequan has proposed a new marriage policy to the emperor. His Majesty has agreed—but only as a trial run. The Zhao household is the first testing ground for ten days.”

“An imperial decree states: men who reach adulthood at fifteen and are not yet married will be conscripted to border military service.”

“Counting the days… Zhao Tianshi has only six days left. If no marriage records are found by then, the policy his father created will be enforced on his own son first.”

She paused and glanced at the unconscious Zhao Dequan.

Then a plan formed in her mind.

“One among you is skilled in medicine… and likely understands mind techniques as well.”

Her gaze landed on Xia Ju.

“You can have Wang Jingwen implant a false memory into this old fox’s mind. Make him believe he has already registered all eligible family members’ marriages.”

“When the deadline arrives and officials find no records, the decree will be enforced. Zhao Tianshi will be sent to the border to suffer the consequences of his father’s own creation.”

Xia Ju’s eyes lit up instantly.

This was even better than direct revenge.

Let the son live—and suffer.

Liu Yulan and Yu Jiaojiao nodded vigorously.

“As expected of the immortal!”

“There are plenty of men in the world. We don’t need that one pervert!”

“Let him go to the army and smell sweat all day—see how picky he can still be!”

“Don’t worry, immortal, we’ll call Sister Jingwen right away!”

Liu Yulan patted her chest confidently.

“It is our honor to serve you!”

After finishing her instructions, Feng Zexuan yawned.

She was getting sleepy.

She gave them a mysterious nod.

“I trust this matter to you.”

With that, she leapt up, her figure light as a swallow, disappearing into the night sky with a few graceful movements—returning directly to her spatial apartment to sleep.

The three of them stared in the direction she vanished for a long time.

Finally, they bowed toward the sky three times.

“Oh my heavens… I actually met a living immortal!” Yu Jiaojiao exclaimed, shaking Liu Yulan’s arm in excitement.

……

Before dawn the next day.

Wang Jingwen was dragged out of bed by the three of them.

After hearing the full story, even she—normally calm and composed—fell silent for a long time in shock.

But she quickly accepted this absurd reality.

When Zhao Dequan woke up on the courtyard stone table, his neck aching and his head foggy, Wang Jingwen approached with a bowl of “hangover soup.”

“Father, you drank too much last night. Please have some soup.”

Her voice was steady, unreadable.

Zhao Dequan rubbed his neck, took the bowl, and drank it down in one go, his memories completely scrambled.

Taking advantage of his confusion, Wang Jingwen pulled a thin silver needle from her sleeve and swiftly inserted it into a pressure point, gently twisting it.

She leaned closer, her voice soft and rhythmic.

“Minister, think carefully… did you go to the government office yesterday afternoon?”

Zhao Dequan’s gaze turned blank.

“Yes… I went…”

“And you personally registered all of Zhao Tianshi’s marriage records, as well as those of all your nephews and nieces, correct?”

“Yes… all registered… everything complete…”

Wang Jingwen withdrew the needle and looked at his satisfied expression.

Then she turned toward Xia Ju and the others outside and made a gesture.

It was done.