After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess - Chapter 337

After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 337 – The more luck you take, the worse it gets (2)

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The young man’s eyes widened in horror. “You… mmph!”

His mouth was instantly sealed with duct tape, and he was dragged away by Feng San.

Yu Xiheng turned his head and saw Si Fuqing staring at his fan.

He leaned on his hand, his gaze carrying a hint of amusement. “Want to play with it?”

Si Fuqing looked up, her fox eyes gleaming. “Can I?”

“Mm.” Yu Xiheng’s voice was cool and steady. “It’s nothing important.”

Only then did Si Fuqing pick up the fan and examine it closely.

For the first time, she fully appreciated its design.

When closed, the fan’s handle was sharp, its ribs hard as steel—like a sword but without the weight.

When opened, the fan’s surface curved like a scythe, capable of slicing through marble when thrown.

Furthermore, twelve golden needles were hidden within the ribs of the fan.

There was a mechanism on the handle.

With a single press, all twelve needles would shoot out simultaneously, making it nearly impossible to be at a disadvantage even when surrounded.

The Mo family’s hidden weapons were unmatched in the world.

It was never just an exaggeration.

In fact, as a weapon, the fan shared some similarities with the anti-gravity armor she had designed.

Si Fuqing twirled the fan in her hand before setting it down. Then, her gaze landed on Yu Xiheng’s seemingly ordinary wheelchair.

She bent slightly, reaching out to touch the wheels.

But before she could, a cool hand clasped her wrist. Above her, a soft sigh fell.

“Don’t touch that. You might get hurt.”

That single sentence confirmed her suspicion—the wheelchair was packed with hidden weapons from top to bottom.

She took a small step back, sincerely impressed. “Boss, you’re amazing.”

To have the Mo family craft such a unique bone fan, as well as this one-of-a-kind wheelchair—if Yu Xiheng were merely the ninth son of the Yu family, it wouldn’t be enough to warrant such craftsmanship.

“Hearing you say that every day is making my ears go numb.” Yu Xiheng leaned back in his wheelchair. “Got any new compliments?”

“This time, it’s different.”

“How so?”

Si Fuqing looked serious. “This time, my sincerity is even greater.”

Hearing this as he walked back in, Feng San: “……”

“My sincerity has increased,” Yu Xiheng sat upright, his gaze steady. “So you weren’t sincere before?”

“Of course, I was sincere. Once sincere, twice as sincere.” Si Fuqing cleared her throat. “Sincerity isn’t something you can give away easily. Don’t you think so, Boss?”

“Yes.” Yu Xiheng paused slightly. “Even blood siblings can kill each other for power.”

Memories of his past life resurfaced.

He was never favored by the late emperor. He didn’t even have the right to inherit the throne and had been sent to a Buddhist monastery for six years, forbidden from returning to the palace.

It wasn’t until later that he was forced into the brutal struggle among sixteen heirs.

There could only be one victor.

If he lost, his fate would be either death or imprisonment.

Winning was his only option.

“All powerful families seem to be like that. Boss, don’t be too upset.” Si Fuqing assumed he was referring to the Yu family and tried to comfort him. “My siblings are all really nice to me. I’ll introduce them to you someday!”

Contrary to what she expected, Yu Xiheng actually chuckled at her words. “With a personality as likable as yours, how could anyone not treat you well?”

What elder wouldn’t dote on her?

Si Fuqing: “……”

For the first time, her ears felt warm.

She quickly turned away. “I’m going upstairs! I have work at eight tomorrow! Boss, stop working and go to sleep!”

Feng San kept a straight face and stammered, “B-Brother Jiu, did you just praise Miss Si so much that she got embarrassed?”

Yu Xiheng glanced at him.

Feng San immediately understood and bolted. “I’m going to water the flowers!”

Outside, the cold wind howled as Feng San recalled how he had pinned down the assassin—who had already been subdued by Yu Xiheng.

He fell silent.

“……”

Wasn’t that fan supposed to be just for decoration and fanning himself?

Feng San knew that this fan was forged by several elder-level blacksmiths of the Mo family, using materials unparalleled in the world.

But after following Yu Xiheng for so many years, he had rarely seen him actually use it.

After a moment of contemplation, he opened their small group chat.

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