Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The lady glanced at Zhongli's caring look towards Lin Huan, and couldn't help but snorted softly, her eyes full of sarcasm, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Oh, Mr. Zhongli, you really have good intentions. Since you have used the Heart of God to stabilize this girl's condition, shouldn't you also put your mind back to the agreement between us? You don't want to deny it, do you? Don't forget the agreement with the Ice Queen." There was a calculating cold light in her eyes, and her smile became more and more cunning. Zhongli's expression was as cold as frost, and his eyes were like a bottomless pool, deep and revealing awe-inspiring majesty. His face seemed to be carved by a knife and an axe, extremely resolute, and every line showed inviolable solemnity and majesty. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, without any sign of loosening, and his tone was as steady as an eternal rock, and he said loudly: "I will abide by the agreement, but I will never allow you to use it to coerce me."

Tartaglia frowned instantly, looking at the lady with dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Madam, what do you mean by this? Miss Lin Huan has just recovered a little, and you are in a hurry to mention these things. Don't you think it's too cold-blooded?" He paused, frowned even more tightly, and there was obviously a bit of impatience in his tone, "Besides, what is the agreement between you and Mr. Zhongli? You have been acting on your own, completely ignoring the plans of our other executives. We should have cooperated with each other to complete the task, but now I feel like a fool who has been kept in the dark."

The lady glanced at Tartaglia with disdain, her tone full of contempt: "Hmph, young master, you are still too naive. We came to Liyue with a mission, not to be good people. Everything I do is to ensure that I can get the Heart of God. This is for the Kingdom of Winter and for Her Majesty the Queen. This is enough."

Tartaglia sneered, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, and retorted, "Insignificant? Miss Lin Huan was seriously injured in order to protect Liyue. Although we have different positions, I respect her efforts and sacrifices. Mr. Zhongli rescued her, which was a noble act. Unlike you, you are full of only missions and interests. You are simply cold-blooded and ruthless."

The lady's face darkened, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and her voice became sharp: "What do you know? Every action of our Fatui is to realize the expectations of Her Majesty the Queen and for the glory of the Kingdom of Winter. Every step has far-reaching significance and must not be disturbed by these worthless emotions."

Tartaglia laughed in anger, looking at the lady with disdain in his eyes: "Worthless? You only see the Heart of God and the so-called mission, but you turn a blind eye to the human heart and justice involved. Although we are executives, we are by no means puppets without emotions. If we use any means to achieve our goals, then what is the difference between us and monsters who only know how to destroy?" He took a step forward, his momentum suddenly rising, like an enraged beast, "You keep saying that all this is for the Kingdom of Winter and Her Majesty the Queen, but if you lose the basic principles of being a human being because of this, that would be a real betrayal of Her Majesty the Queen. This operation requires us to cooperate with each other and share information, instead of acting on your own like you did and messing up the whole situation."

Tartaglia's eyes swept from Zhongli to Lin Huan, and finally returned to the lady, her tone becoming more and more passionate: "Miss Lin Huan's bravery and tenacity, Mr. Zhongli's protection of Liyue, aren't these worthy of our deep consideration? In the process of carrying out the mission, we should understand that some things are more precious than the Heart of God. And you turned a deaf ear to these precious things and accused me of being naive. It's ridiculous."

When the lady heard what Tartaglia said, she snorted coldly, her lips curled up in a disdainful arc, her eyes full of contempt: "Hmph, Tartaglia, stop pretending here. What you call more precious things are nothing more than stumbling blocks to us in completing our mission."

Tartaglia's eyes were burning with anger, and she said loudly, "Madam, you are totally wrong! Your self-assertion does not bring a shortcut to success, but more variables and dangers. You regard us all as chess pieces that can be manipulated at will, but don't forget that we are all executors fighting for the Kingdom of Winter, not tools for you to realize your selfish desires."

The lady responded with disdain: "Private desires? Humph, my goal is the Heart of God, which is for the benefit of the Kingdom of Winter. And you are wasting time and energy on the enemy, and you still blame me? How ridiculous."

Tartaglia took another step forward, looking imposing, as if he wanted to see through the lady. "Enemy? Miss Lin Huan and his men fought to protect their homeland. Their beliefs and courage deserve our respect. But you only knew how to destroy blindly without considering the consequences. We could have planned better and reduced unnecessary losses through information exchange, but you messed everything up."

The lady sneered, her tone cold: "Naive, war is always a sacrifice. In order to obtain the Heart of God, a small price is nothing."

Tartaglia's eyes widened with anger, veins popping out on his forehead. "A small price? Your idea will make us lose more. You still dare to say that this is cooperation between executives? Real cooperation at least requires information exchange, but you completely destroyed this."

The lady frowned slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing across her eyes, but she quickly returned to her indifferent look, with a hint of mocking smile on her lips: "Haha... don't be so excited, "Young Master". In the end, didn't you throw away all the deals and calculations and make a scene to your heart's content? Do you dare to say that you didn't feel a little happy at the time? I think this is what you really do."

At this point, there seemed to be a hint of scrutiny in the lady's eyes.

The lady seemed to have noticed something and said, "Wait, it seems someone you know is here."

Paimon and Miss Traveler happened to hear these words when they arrived.

Paimon's eyes widened, he pointed forward and exclaimed, "It's Ah Huan, Zhongli, and Young Master! And... you are! You are the Fatui executive..."

Ying slowly walked to Lin Huan's side, and seeing that she looked better, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she stared at the lady with a sharp gaze and said in a deep voice, "Madam!"

The lady raised her lips, and said with a bit of contempt and ridicule: "Oh, it's you. We met once in the city where the bard is, right? Not bad, you can still remember my name clearly." There was a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"Ah - after all, the feeling of watching your friends being robbed of their precious things while being unable to do anything about it... is truly unforgettable!"

When Tartaglia saw Ying, a complicated expression flashed across his face. He said, "Hey, Traveler, this is the first time we've met since that incident. How should I put it? The atmosphere right now seems a little... um... awkward?"

Paimon crossed his arms and snorted angrily, "Humph, if I had known you were an executive officer of the Fatui, I shouldn't have trusted you in the first place!"

The "Young Master" spread his hands helplessly and explained: "Don't say that. Although I deceived you a little before, I have no ill will towards this traveler..."

That unruly smile reappeared on his face, and he continued, "Haha...except for the regrettable ending of our falling out, our previous cooperation was quite pleasant, wasn't it?"

The young master shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant: "It's just a difference of standpoint. I won't take this as a personal grudge. Of course, it doesn't matter if you have a personal grudge against me..." Then, his expression became a little gloomy, and he said: "On the contrary, the "lady" and Mr. Zhongli really deceived me."

Just as the "Sir" was about to speak, the "Madam" interrupted impatiently.

"That's enough. Stop wasting time, 'Sir.' If you want to chat, you can wait until I finish my business." She turned her head and looked at Zhongli, and said coldly: "According to the agreement... I am here to take your 'Heart of God', Morax."

Ying frowned slightly, while Paimeng stamped his feet anxiously and shouted, "What are you talking about?"

Zhongli raised his eyes slightly, was silent for a moment, and slowly spoke, "...The contract has been concluded. As you requested, I will grant you what I promised you."

Madam snorted, "Humph, such a condescending tone... is really annoying!"