Girl, There's Something Wrong With You - Chapter 17

Yang Wangshu returned to the Hongnong Yang family’s ancestral land.

“So why am I here?” She stood at the entrance of the ancestral land with a confused look, watching the clan members bustling around, moving things, and feeling completely out of place. After all, she had been away from the ancestral land for a long time, and whether anyone recognized her was uncertain—just thinking about it brought an inexplicable sense of sadness.

“Oh my, Wangshu, you’re back? It’s been such a long time!” A passing woman, after staring at her mask for a while, finally recognized the “long-lost” daughter of the clan leader and smiled kindly. “Come on, I’ll take you to see the clan leader.”

Yang Wangshu was startled and instinctively wanted to type “no,” but was smilingly pulled by the woman into the ancestral land.

Oh no, my hand is restrained!

But it’s okay, I can still do single-handed tasks!

Yang Wangshu was about to perform her single-handed typing skill when the woman pulled her into a run. The keyboard hanging from her waist bounced around, making it impossible for her left hand to accurately press the keys.

She quickly tried to hold the keyboard with her left arm under her armpit, but accidentally pressed the space bar. In the text box embedded in her mask, the cursor immediately started moving wildly.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Xiao Wangshu instinctively wanted to delete the entire line of spaces, but after fumbling for a while, she couldn’t find the backspace key. By the time she reacted, she had already been dragged into the clan leader’s office.

“Clan Leader! Wangshu is back!” The woman’s loud voice echoed in the office, startling Clan Leader Yang Zixuan, who looked up in shock.

When he saw the small figure in a mask being led by the woman, his expression quickly changed from shock to anxiety and fear.

“Wangshu! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Jingkou?!”

“I…” Yang Wangshu typed a character but didn’t know what to say.

How long had it been since she last saw her father? Three years, or five? So long that her father’s appearance seemed almost unfamiliar.

“I’m back to help the clan,” she eventually typed.

“The clan doesn’t need a member like you who hasn’t even reached the sixth-grade yet to do anything!” Yang Zixuan abruptly stood up, his expression now one of agitation and anger. “Our Yang family’s last train of the day has already left! Why are you back now?”

He dismissed the woman with a grim face and ignored the helpless Yang Wangshu standing at the door, picking up his phone to make a call. “Hello?”

“Xing Shuhe, right? It’s Yang Zixuan.”

“My daughter Yang Wangshu has been left behind at the clan and missed the last train today. I’m really sorry, could you arrange a place for my daughter on another family’s next train?”

“Even standing will be fine. Which family’s next train is it? Or I can contact their clan leader directly.”

Yang Wangshu had intended to argue for herself, but upon hearing her father apologizing and currying favor on the phone, she suddenly felt an urge to cry.

“Uncle Yang,” came a voice on the other end, with a hint of amusement from Xing Yuanzhi. “You don’t need to worry. Wangshu came with me from Jingkou to help the family. We’ll return to Jingkou together later.”

“Oh, is that so?” Yang Zixuan sighed in relief.

As long as the Xing family knew about this and it wasn’t his daughter running away on her own, it was okay.

However, what could Wangshu do to help the family? A tiny girl who had neglected her studies for so many years and lacked sufficient ability, just staying in the family without causing trouble would be good enough.

Hurry up and let the Xing family send her back to Jingkou!

Yang Zixuan was about to speak when he heard Xing Yuanzhi’s voice on the phone, feigning surprise: “Oh, by the way, Uncle Yang, didn’t you know? Wangshu is already a fifth-grade supernatural.”

A fifth-grade…

Yang Zixuan was stunned, barely able to believe his ears.

He turned around and saw Yang Wangshu standing in the center of the office, electric currents writhing around her like fierce snakes, tightly bound to a space of just a few centimeters around her, with the distinctive ozone smell of electricity permeating the air.

Fifth-grade.

Indeed, it was high-voltage electricity at the fifth-grade level. Yang Zixuan’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and his phone-holding arm dropped limply as he stared dumbfoundedly at Yang Wangshu, who was enveloped in electric currents like a descending thunder god. For a moment, he was almost speechless.

Yang Wangshu felt a sense of dark satisfaction and began to retract the electric aura surrounding her, ready to type to her father, “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, your daughter is no longer the naive one from Wu.” However, she quickly realized that the keyboard was not working.

The keyboard had burned out again.

But she no longer needed to speak, as her father had already excitedly rushed to her side and hugged her tightly.

“Wangshu, you’ve finally become successful!” Yang Zixuan, tears streaming down his face, spoke with a trembling voice.

“Woo woo woo woo woo woo!” (Let go of me already!) On the other end of the phone, Xing Yuanzhi felt something was off.

Was becoming successful only about increasing one’s grade, and not increasing one’s grade meant being useless?

Although she knew that in aristocratic families, bloodline was always considered more important, and with enough potential, even a pig could be elevated to the position of clan leader.

So she just smiled and ended the call.

…

At the entrance to a certain Ground Network passage, under the guidance of the staff, Cheng Jinyang met with Wang Maohong, the clan leader of the Taiyuan Wang family.

The old man was sitting in a quiet room next door, drinking tea, with several of his children, including Wang Wanrou, standing by his side with lowered heads.

It was unclear whether this was due to the strict family discipline of the Wang family or because of Wang Maohong’s imposing presence. In any case, Cheng Jinyang couldn’t think of a reason why Miss Wang would be so obsequious.

“General Cheng,” Wang Maohong set down his tea cup and greeted him with a smile.

“Lord Wang,” Cheng Jinyang stepped forward and responded respectfully.

It wasn’t out of fear of the other’s power, but in such an occasion and atmosphere, one had to show some respect to his future father-in-law.

“You are here to inquire about the Empress Dowager’s whereabouts, aren’t you?” Wang Maohong asked languidly.

“Indeed,” Cheng Jinyang replied.

Wang Maohong said nothing, only pointing to a location on the map on the table.

Wuchang.

Cheng Jinyang: …

Well, seeing that his future father-in-law remained composed here, he guessed that the Empress Dowager was likely no longer in Jiankang.

Unless there was no time for rescue, there would be no reason to save only the Emperor and not the Empress Dowager. If the Empress Dowager had fallen, Wang Maohong, as the Chief Advisor, would not have had the time to manage the family’s evacuation.

So the purpose of deliberately spreading the news that the Empress Dowager was still in Jiankang was probably to confuse the Liyang army and try to keep them occupied in Jiankang. Thinking of this, Cheng Jinyang looked again at Wang Maohong.

Actually, it didn’t matter; he wasn’t here to rescue the Empress Dowager… Wait!

My princess sister wouldn’t have been left here as bait, would she?