After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1012: The Person Si Fuqing Knows, His Majesty Picking-up Qingqing (1)

Chapter 1012: The Person Si Fuqing Knows, His Majesty Picking-up Qingqing (1)

The Shen family had not produced a Class-A evolved being for several generations. The younger generation had only managed to produce a single Class-C evolved being.

Their decline was evident.

But even a Class-C evolved being was more than enough to match Si Fuqing, an actress.

Evolved beings were the new direction of evolution, the new humanity.

Old Madam Ye, fingering her prayer beads, spoke indifferently, “You can decide on such minor matters.”

Seeing Old Madam Ye’s slight displeasure, Ye Yuzhen smiled. “Mother, you don’t need to worry. It’s easier to deal with someone under our nose than if they’re far away and out of sight.”

As long as Ye Zhenmian returned to the Ye family, she would have to abide by the rules of evolved beings.

So what if a powerful Class-A evolved being Ye Junci was protecting them?

Her unstable power could lead to her sudden demise at any moment.

When that happened, Ye Zhenmian’s family would be at their mercy.

Old Madam Ye’s expression softened. “How is Yichuan doing?”

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“He passed the Evolved Beings Alliance’s assessment.” Mentioning Ye Yichuan, Ye Yuzhen’s smile deepened. “His bloodline purity is the highest of this generation, just a step away from Class-A.”

“Very good.” Old Madam Ye nodded with satisfaction. “Yichuan is also approaching the age for marriage. We must find him a good match.”

Strengthening their bloodline through strong alliances was crucial for the Ye family.

“Rest assured, mom.” Ye Yuzhen said, “And Ye Junci will not have it easy. Someone has been watching her for a long time.”

Both Ye Juczi and Ye Zhenmian were descendants of Ye Qianyu. The enemies who had hunted Ye Qianyu and his wife were also evolved beings, from families with greater overall strength than the Ye family.

Perhaps before she even needed to act, Ye Junci and Ye Zhenmian would meet their demise in An City.

**

The next morning.

Si Fuqing changed her clothes, ready to head to the border of North State.

“Qingqing, I prepared a lunchbox for you and Mr. Yu,” Ye Zhenmian handed her a thermos lunchbox. “The altitude is high there, and the weather is harsh. Be careful and don’t get hurt, especially with the college entrance exam coming up.”

It wasn’t Si Fuqing’s abilities that worried her, but rather because of her capabilities, she might take on dangerous tasks.

“I know,” Si Fuqing blinked. “Auntie, take a break at home for the next couple of days. Don’t go to the restaurant. We have enough money.”

“I can’t stay idle.” Ye Zhenmian smiled. “But I do plan to rest today. Junci invited me to go shopping, and she’s never been to An City.”

Si Fuqing nodded. “I’ll have Shang Lu accompany you. Don’t worry, he’ll follow from a distance and help carry your things if you buy anything.”

She trusted Ye Junci but not the Ye family.

“Alright.” Ye Zhenmian reminded her again, “Be careful on your way.”

Si Fuqing took the lunchbox and headed out. After getting into the car sent by the crew, she sent a message to Yuejian.

[Yuejian]: No problem. My mental power can cover all of An City. I’m with your younger brother. With his speed, he can get us anywhere in no time.

Feeling reassured, Si Fuqing handed the organized notes to the screenwriter. “Here, see if these answer your questions.”

The screenwriter took the notes and read them carefully, growing more astonished with each passing moment.

As the screenwriter of “The Nation’s Heroine,” she had to base the story on historical figures.

Through historical records, she had pieced together JIANG Xuanjin’s personality and background. These answers fit his character perfectly.

Could Miss Si really communicate with JIANG Xuanjin’s spirit?

The screenwriter, silently reminding herself that she was a rational and upright person, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Miss Si, your understanding of the character is incredible. If you were in our field—”

Sang Yanqing interjected just in time. “Stop, stop.”

She didn’t want to hear how many careers Si Fuqing could have excelled in.

“Miss Si, we might not be able to proceed,” Director Lu checked the road ahead. “This area is restricted, and we need a pass. The border guards might not let us through.”

Si Fuqing looked up.

In the distance were snow-capped mountains and grasslands that were once barren.

This was Yanmeng.

Fifteen hundred years later, it still stood here.

“I’ll make a call.” Si Fuqing nodded. “We should be able to get through.”

Hearing this, Director Lu and the screenwriter exchanged glances, then looked at Sang Yanqing.