He didn't know if it was his imagination, but Cheng Yuan felt that his lord had been very listless for the past two days.
He was not the only one who felt this way. The viewers in the live broadcast room also realized that their energetic and disrespectful streamer had entered a strange "sleepy period." At first, they could still laugh and tease Jiang Pengji, but they didn't get a reply, so they felt something was wrong.
Oaishu: "That … Did something bad happen to the host recently?" Or was he bullied?
Jun Po: "Tsk, our streamer has always been a bully, right? Maybe it's because of my body?
Chen Shi Ruyan: Auntie finally visited the streamer? Drink more hot water or brown sugar water. Don't be greedy for cold water.
The audience scratched their ears and cheeks. Their way of showing concern was a little clumsy, but anyone with a discerning eye could see their sincerity.
Compared to the audience's anxiety across the plane screen, it was more convenient for Cheng Yuan to be her secretary.
Cheng Yuan asked, "Has the Lord encountered something troubling recently?"
Jiang Pengji turned her head to look at him. She pursed her lips tightly and did not say a word. She only used her gaze to ask silently.
Cheng Yuan said with slight awkwardness, "I haven't seen you for the past two days. You're always in low spirits …"
Jiang Pengji leaned back in boredom and said indifferently, "Nothing. I'm just bored and too lazy to move."
Cheng Yuan thought about the hot weather outside and thought he had found a reason.
"So it's Xia Yan."
Jiang Pengji blinked and deliberately repeated, "No, I just find it boring."
Cheng Yuan was puzzled.
What's boring?
Jiang Pengji sighed in her heart. In the end, she did not speak her mind.
She wanted to say —
Fighting for the world is too boring, I don't want to play anymore.
If the strategists in the tent knew what she was thinking at this moment, they would probably explode in anger.
Before this moment, she had never felt such a tired emotion, but now it was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupting.
She asked Cheng Yuan, "If there is someone in this world who is exactly the same as me, would Gong Liao recognize the wrong lord?"
Cheng Yuan was even more confused. He could not figure out the meaning behind Jiang Pengji's question and could only answer carefully.
"How can an ordinary person imitate the Lord? Even if they looked exactly the same, could they imitate the exact same temperament and behavior? I'm loyal to my lord. If I can't even tell my lord apart, then I won't have the face to live in this world. "When Cheng Yuan finished speaking, he was magnanimous.
Jiang Pengji smiled. It was a rare smile for the past two days.
"You're right. I'm the most unique person in this world. Not just anyone can replace me."
Cheng Yuan couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. His lord wasn't someone who liked to be sad and sad. There must be a reason for her sudden depression.
His expression suddenly became solemn. "Could it be that someone has harbored evil intentions and is trying to use the technique of substituting Master?"
When he blurted out these words, Cheng Yuan was also shocked by his own imagination.
"Although it's not the target, it's not far."
Jiang Pengji's answer horrified Cheng Yuan.
Wait a minute —
"How, how is this possible? Who has such ambition? " Cheng Yuan's eyes revealed a murderous intent. He already had the intention to kill the unknown target. As long as Jiang Pengji told him who that person was, Cheng Yuan would dig him out and kill him even if he had to dig three feet into the ground. "My lord, this matter concerns your safety. If you know anything, don't hide it, lest you give the villain an opportunity to take advantage of —"
In all fairness, Cheng Yuan didn't quite believe that this would happen.
One's appearance could be faked, but how could one's temperament, habits, and memories be faked?
Jiang Pengji had been with the officials in the tent for many years. They didn't dare to say that they completely understood their lord, but it was impossible for them to not know anything.
If an imposter wanted to replace her, it wouldn't take long before the truth was revealed!
In this way, was there still value in substituting Master?
Cheng Yuan was suspicious and worried, but his lord was smiling so easily that he didn't know what to do.
"Hahaha — I'm just teasing you. It's just that I had a very realistic dream a few days ago. I found out that a demon copied my memory and took over my body. He took the opportunity to blend in with you. I couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality for a while. I've been paranoid for the past two days and scared you instead. It's my fault. "Jiang Pengji laughed and tried to deal with Cheng Yuan.
However, she was very clear in her heart whether this was a joke or not.
Liu Zhao hinted that the real "Liu Xi" was still alive, so she knew that things were not that simple.
She could obtain the memory of the original "Liu Xi" with the help of the System. Who knew if the original could obtain her memory from the System?
Because Jiang Pengji guarded against the System and protected the memory of the brain very well, the memory system before her transmigration could not be hacked and copied.
The memory after her transmigration was uncertain.
As long as the memory was copied, when she unified the world, the System would then give the recorded memory to the original "Liu Xi," then —
Who knew if that "Liu Xi" could perfectly replace her?
The purpose of the System was clear from the beginning to the end. It wanted an important source of energy, not only the popularity of the streaming room, but also the luck that could not be understood. According to the saying of ancient times, those who were blessed with luck were people with great luck, such as the emperor or other members of the royal family.
Therefore, the System instigated Jiang Pengji to strive for the path of becoming an empress in the palace.
The empress or the women in the harem were the existence closest to the emperor. It was very convenient for the System to seize luck.
However, Jiang Pengji did not play her cards according to common sense. She wanted to be the emperor herself and conveniently diss the two systems.
The System could only find another way.
Didn't she want to be the emperor?
Then the System would cultivate a puppet that could perfectly replace her and help her become the emperor. It would be more convenient and unscrupulous to absorb luck!
She thought that the spirit of the original "Liu Xi" had completely disappeared. The System had also given her such a misleading message.
But she did not think of another possibility. Perhaps the original "Liu Xi" had not disappeared, but was imprisoned somewhere by the System?
If the original "Liu Xi" was used as a trump card to deal with her, it would be a very good card. It would definitely be able to catch her unprepared.
Analyzing from all aspects, substituting the original "Liu Xi" was the most efficient method.
If Liu Zhao had not secretly informed her, Jiang Pengji would have taken a long time to realize this.
Thinking of this, she could not help but frown.
She felt that fighting for the world was boring and depressed. It was not that she was afraid of the person behind the scenes, but she did not like people coveting her achievements.
She was the one who dug the pit, she was the one who cultivated the saplings, she was the one who fertilized, killed the insects, and pollinated the crops!
After all this work, the fruits that were about to ripen were plucked by someone else!
The bully had already come to her doorstep. Was she not allowed to explode?
If she could, she really wanted to break the jar and ask the person behind the scenes to come out and fight for the bean-sized farm. She would not accompany him!
Her depressed mood did not last long. Soon, she was stimulated by a battle report.
"Quickly prepare the troops and horses!"
They did not know how to pick a day to fight a war.
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