As a queen, is it possible to be unable to produce money? Absolutely possible! Without going into details, just the recent "Martial Arts Matchmaking" event alone brought about a huge expense. In order to attract enough participants, the royal family, as the organizers of the event, spent a large sum of money to reward those who performed well. Wang Xiaole, being one of the beneficiaries, actually received a substantial amount of money as one of the many rewards from the "Martial Arts Matchmaking" event.

It must be clarified that although it is called the "royal family," the only one actually paying for it is Isabella. This is because she is the only one left in the entire royal family. She alone took on the burden of the large expense and not long ago, she used a significant amount of the treasury's savings for military purposes to raise military funds. After doing these two things, the funds Isabella had at her disposal were only enough to pay the salaries of her subordinates. If she encountered a situation like the current one, where her subordinates strongly demanded a raise, Isabella could only helplessly seek assistance, saying, "Master! Can you lend me some money?"

The other party did not make a pleading gesture, but Wang Xiaole understood very well that the crisis his apprentice was currently facing was definitely more difficult than when he had single-handedly fought against an orc army. What does it mean to be a master? It means that when the apprentice has no money, the master gives money, and when the apprentice is cold, the master helps warm the bed. Being addressed as "master" comes at a cost because the first time the apprentice requests something, the master cannot refuse. Wang Xiaole made a choice and willingly bore that cost, saying, "Alright, master will give you money... How much do you need?" Wang Xiaole took out his money bag and placed it in the palm of his hand, casually tossing it.

"I want all of these!" As a representative of the female soldiers who came, she appeared directly in front of Wang Xiaole and reached out to take the entire money bag. The female soldier did not extort money during chaos but, on the contrary, carefully calculated and took all the money from the bag. In reality, if it weren't for the soldiers' admiration for the queen and their willingness to give their beloved majesty a 5% discount, Wang Xiaole's savings alone would definitely not be enough to fully cover the expense.

Wang Xiaole was not mentally prepared for the sudden bankruptcy. Once he realized he had been completely squeezed dry, he found himself in a pitiful state with nothing. The soldiers could never have imagined that their action of asking for money would lead to a series of chain reactions.

From today onwards, Wang Xiaole had originally saved enough money to buy a house and had decided not to participate in the fight anymore starting tomorrow. However, he had encountered a thorough "looting" and not only lost the funds to buy a house but also couldn't even afford to stay in a hotel for the next few days. Poverty is eye-opening! Wang Xiaole realized that his only way out was to continue participating in the fight until he earned enough rewards. This would be a decision with far-reaching consequences!

Originally, if Wang Xiaole had given up at this point, there would still be room for maneuver in the matter of the "Martial Arts Matchmaking" event. However, once he participated in tomorrow's fight, he would be unable to turn back on various levels... Isabella, borrowing money from her master, successfully resolved her urgent matter and maintained her prestige in the eyes of her subordinates.

After being helped so much, she became grateful to her master and couldn't wait to repay this favor.

Considering what she could do, the empress asked her master:

"Master, where is she?"

"Which 'she'? There are several 'she's' around me. Which one is the disciple referring to?"

"It's that evil witch, Wang! Didn't the master use her intelligence and successfully leave Wang's side?"

"Ah, yes, exactly! It took me a lot of effort to shake her off my trail."

Wang Xiaole couldn't come up with a suitable solution to ease the tension between her disciple and Lucia;

Fortunately, her disciple's own misunderstanding just now led the master down a clear path:

Since the conflict couldn't be resolved, it was better to hide the truth.

After a brief explanation, Wang Xiaole spent some saliva, finally making her disciple believe:

Wang had completely lost track of him and could never return to Dibiles.

"From now on, my disciple, you should focus on handling your daily affairs and not waste your thoughts on Wang. Concentrate on your own matters!"

What Wang Xiaole was doing was called "shifting the conflict".

With her efforts, Isabella eventually gave up targeting Lucia and temporarily shifted her focus elsewhere.

In the following days, Isabella, as the host, would prioritize the matter of the martial arts matchmaking event.

Of course, she still couldn't feel completely at ease with her master, who had helped her significantly, and felt guilty.

"My disciple can't do anything for the master, and I'm really sorry. If I have the chance, I still hope to repay this favor in the future."

It was getting late tonight, and even if she was reluctant, Isabella understood:

It was time to say goodbye to her master.

As a blessing for her master to enjoy a good dream tonight, she took a step forward, preparing to give a moderate hug according to the etiquette of her country.

Step!

Just as Isabella took a step forward, that straight and upright body suddenly stiffened without warning;

In the next moment, that appropriately soft body maintained a forward-falling posture, drawing a half arc from high to low.

Plop!

Due to his instinctive reaction, Wang Xiaole finally caught the falling disciple.

He lifted the body he hugged slightly, leaned in and observed his disciple closely, and found that her eyes were closed and her face seemed peaceful.

As long as he heard that steady breathing, no one could misunderstand:

The current Isabella was in a dangerous state due to some sudden accident.

Wang Xiaole carefully observed his disciple for a moment and immediately came to a definite conclusion:

His disciple fell asleep!

The sudden and deep sleep was not due to excessive fatigue or other factors, but solely because of a condition called "sleeping disease".

Isabella's own consciousness could only stay awake for eight hours a day.

Counting from yesterday afternoon until now, it was almost two o'clock in the early morning, which happen to fulfill the eight-hour limit;

As soon as the time was up, the symptoms of the "sleeping disease" would affect her body and force Isabella into a deep slumber.

And the next time she woke up, it had to be after six o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

During this deep sleep period, even if a meteorite falls or an earthquake occurs, she cannot regain consciousness.

"But disciples cannot sleep here, they have to go back to the palace to sleep."

After making up his mind, Wang Xiaole declined the kindness of the female soldiers and carried the disciple alone towards the palace.

Considering his status as a "master", the female soldiers had no position to stop him, they could only watch his figure carrying the disciple and heading straight forward.

Along the way, Wang Xiaole clearly felt the elasticity of the disciple's body and the weight that was not light.

Even if there was no padding in the front, Isabella's weight would still not be lighter than that of girls her age;

And part of the weight was her height, which was not much shorter than the master;

Overall, her figure was undoubtedly tall and slender, and if it were in the Heavenly Dynasty where Wang Xiaole lived, she would definitely be suitable as a model on the runway.

"A slender figure, coupled with that loli-like chest, in a certain sense, it's quite cute..."

Wang Xiaole said a bunch of remarks similar to sexual harassment, but he did not slack in his actions, always maintaining a steady pace.

When he arrived at the palace, the guarding soldiers instinctively wanted to stop Wang Xiaole;

But when those people saw that he was carrying the Empress, they immediately realized:

The person who came was not simple in status, it was better not to offend him.

With the help of the disciple's "pass", Wang Xiaole became the only idle person who could enter and exit the palace in the entire country at night.

Before he even reached the bedroom, he met Sister Glasses in the long corridor of the palace.

Sister Glasses knew that the "Miss Wang" in front of her was definitely not a stranger, so she happily exchanged a few words with her;

At the moment the communication ended, the two of them officially completed the "handover ceremony";

The second person to carry Isabella was Sister Glasses, this loyal subordinate.

"Miss Wang, you must come to fight the arena tomorrow!"

Leaving behind these meaningful words, Sister Glasses immediately continued on her way without stopping, carrying the Empress towards her bedroom.

(Whisper) "Don't worry, even if it's for a livelihood problem, I must go to the arena!"

Wang Xiaole said a sentence that no one heard, then immediately turned back and left the palace the same way he came.

A lot happened today, it really tired him out.

After dealing with all the big and small matters, the current Wang Xiaole just wanted to return to the hotel and sleep in bed for a good night's rest.

However, this simple wish soon became a luxury.

When he arrived at the entrance of the hotel where he was staying, Wang Xiaole found a girl standing there.

What truly caught Wang Xiaole's attention was not the other party's gender or appearance, but precisely the girl's delicate feet!

It wasn't that the girl's feet were floating, the United Continent was not a world with a supernatural atmosphere, and there were no horrifying scenes in the middle of the night.

What Wang Xiaole cared about was the fact that the girl was not wearing shoes.

If it were in the past, he would have let it go and just regarded it as a new "foot therapy method";

But ever since he encountered a troublesome girl in the world of illusion, every time he saw someone of the opposite sex who wasn't wearing shoes, it would instinctively trigger associations in his mind.

An ominous premonition emerged in Wang Xiaole's mind, and he raised his gaze, looking directly at the girl's face. Judging from her appearance, the girl had enchanting features, like a living embodiment of the phrase "fatal beauty". Her bright seductive eyes scanned the surroundings and inevitably met Wang Xiaole's gaze a moment later. In the ripples of her gaze, she unintentionally captured her target. Her moist, rosy lips immediately curved with a touch of alluring charm:

"Found you!"

Fate had brought Wang Xiaole and Xia Li together again in the early hours of this day.