Chapter 1175: Chapter 1169: Is She Lord Dominator?

Xin Lin was straightforward as well; she waved her small hand.

"You can take a few bottles first. If they work well, come back for the rest. After you sell them, then pay me."

"You’re getting more and more like me. I’ll take five bottles for now. As for the consignment fee, I’ll only charge you ten percent."

Jiang Qing smiled.

What a pity Xin Lin was a Spirit Master; otherwise, just with this quick, clever mind of hers, following him into business wouldn’t be a bad path at all.

"Then I’ll have to thank you, Brother Jiang."

Xin Lin’s eyes curved into crescents when she smiled, strikingly charming.

Jiang Qing took another look at Xin Lin’s brows and eyes, and suddenly something stirred in his heart.

"Lord Dominator?"

Jiang Qing blurted out.

Xin Lin’s mouth twitched; she blinked her big eyes.

She looked as innocent as one could possibly look.

Jiang Qing shook his head and gave a mute, self-mocking laugh.

"I must be losing my mind. How could I think you look so much like Lord Dominator."

"Brother Jiang?"

Xin Lin continued to put on a face of pure innocence.

"It’s nothing. I must have drunk too much tonight. I’d better go back and get some air, sober up a bit. I’ll come find you tomorrow afternoon."

Jiang Qing said with a wry smile.

The main reason he’d come back this time was Xin Lin; the other was that unfathomable Lord Dominator.

If not for Lord Dominator’s High-level Qi Stones, he and his father wouldn’t have seized power so easily this time.

He just didn’t know if that Lord Dominator, who’d always come and gone without a trace, would show up again in the next few days.

Jiang Qing’s words, however, served as a reminder to Xin Lin.

Looked like she still had to meet with Jiang Qing once more under the identity of "Lord Dominator."

Now that Tu Suxia’s incident had blown up, she likely couldn’t stay in Purple Cloud City any longer. That, in turn, gave Xin Lin a perfectly legitimate reason to take over Taoyao Pavilion.

Watching Jiang Qing leave the School Clinic, Xin Lin finally yawned and went back to Cabin No. 24 to rest.

In the dead of night, outside the School Clinic, a shadow flickered, darting swiftly toward a certain place in Qingtian Academy.

In an elegant little bamboo cabin, curls of incense smoke rose into the air.

Long Qingxuan, dressed in a blue robe, slowly opened his eyes.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Crown Prince: Jiang Qing and the others finished their dinner at the School Clinic and left one after another. Present were the Seventh Prince Long Xinzhuo, Jiang Qing, General Zuo’s granddaughter Zuo Mingshang, Minister Lu’s son Lu Yuan, and the old food officer from the Imperial Kitchen’s granddaughter, Huang Xuerou."

The figure knelt before Long Qingxuan as he spoke.

"It seems they’re all people of little importance. Knowing Jiang Qing’s temperament, how would he befriend such a group of inconsequential people?"

Long Qingxuan mused.

Jiang Qing’s appearance had indeed helped clear Xin Lin of suspicion, but at the same time, it struck Long Qingxuan as very strange.

He couldn’t help but grow suspicious of Xin Lin again.

Yet after a round of investigation, there didn’t seem to be any flaws.

"Keep watching the School Clinic, and keep an eye on those few acres of herb fields."

Long Qingxuan waved his hand, signaling the Hidden Guard to withdraw.

"Your Highness, you’ve been back for some time now. The Empress has been thinking of you and wants you to return to the Imperial Palace more often."

The Hidden Guard reminded him.

Long Qingxuan had returned to the Imperial Palace to plead for the people of Star Academy, but he had yet to see Empress Feng.

Empress Feng inevitably had some complaints about that.

Ever since Long Qingxuan went to the Taichang Holy Institute, he hadn’t been very close to his mother, the Empress. Instead, he’d grown closer to Emperor Longteng.

"Chu Beiqing... Xin Lin... ghosts..."

Long Qingxuan pondered for a moment. Since, for the time being, he couldn’t find where that Ghost General was, perhaps he could think of other methods.

Birds of a feather flock together. Since he couldn’t find it, perhaps other ghosts could locate the Ghost General. It was just that, for now, where was he supposed to go to find ghosts?