Jing Rui hurriedly tried to persuade her to stay, her voice soft as she spoke again.
“Since Chief is tired, please rest in the courtyard for a while. Later, I will personally host a banquet in your honor. I hope you will grace us with your presence. I disturbed your leisure earlier, so I must punish myself with three cups as an apology.”
Madam Black Crow smiled charmingly, her melodious voice almost coquettish.
“Hiss, soul magic—and the lowest kind at that. This old woman is from the Demon Sect!”
The Little Yellow Chick suddenly opened its eyes, sensing something, and looked at Yun Liu.
Seeing his gaze fixed straight ahead, it finally relaxed.
Ji Shiyu looked up in confusion and replied with her heart voice.
“What is that?”
Ao Tian warned,
“She’s a Pleasure Flag demon, using Enchanting Heart Seduction!”
“Scary! A demon?”
Ji Shiyu was startled.
She hadn’t expected the woman with the exposed rear to be a demonic monster from the Demon Sect!
Qin Xing gave a slight bow, lifted the two unconscious maidservants, and followed Yun Liu out.
The three girls trailed behind.
Regarding this aunt, Jing Tan’er didn’t have the mood to say another word.
Qingshan Sect’s Min Hen watched the white-robed youth’s departing back, frowning.
“Madam?”
“It’s fine, let them go. Though Yun Liu has withdrawn from the Sect and is no longer of the righteous path, he is still entangled with the Divine Radiance Yun Manor. We cannot act rashly.”
Jing Rui licked her lips, her wanton expression giving a new meaning to the word ‘rashly’.
Such little tricks would never fool Miss You, but if both parties are willing and each gets what they need, what could Miss Steward possibly say?
The Shanhai Pavilion isn’t a sect under the Heavenly Concord Alliance anyway.
Business is business, regardless of the client.
So what if someone hails from the Holy Sect?
Min Hen felt his old face heat up, flushing as he quickly looked down, not daring to glance further.
Madam’s seduction arts had achieved small mastery—he wondered how long that young Heavenly Dao alchemist could withstand it.
On the second deck of the Golden Crow, the hexagonal courtyards were all for entertaining guests.
The East Extreme Pavilion Master was placed in the Hidden Crow Courtyard.
Ji Shiyu hugged her head, sprawled openly on the soft couch in Yun Liu’s room, and let out a satisfied sigh.
“There must be a similar setup in the Mingya Court too, right? What kind of dumb names are these? Might as well call it Birdcall House!”
“Do you have some kind of problem with all things crow-related?”
Ao Tian rolled his eyes, slapped his fat wings, and bounced onto Yun Liu’s shoulder.
Jing Tan’er pursed her lips.
After confirming with Nini and Lu’er that they were unharmed, she thanked Qin Yao again and gracefully sat at the edge of the bed.
She wouldn’t go anywhere her aunt arranged—if the Silly Girl wanted to go, she could go herself.
“Speak.”
Yun Liu tapped the table, his voice soft.
The trio of troublemakers lowered their heads in guilt at the same time, and the room fell silent.
Qin Xing stood aside, channeling energy into the two maidservants’ backs.
She felt like laughing. Why did this feel like an old father scolding his children?
“I—I didn’t know you were inside. I just wanted the captain to speed up, so we could return to Yudu sooner. I didn’t expect this Golden Crow to belong to Black Crow.”
Unable to bear the pressure, the main culprit—the little princess—shrunk her neck, feeling deeply sorry for her two companions and obedient as a quail before the special tutor.
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
Yun Liu glanced sideways at Ji Shiyu and Xiao Xinran, repeating,
“Answer me. What’s this about? Can’t go a day without causing trouble, is that it?”
Come to think of it, the two little girls still hadn’t let go—the fragile medicinal paper was torn open, looking as if Yun-someone’s face had split in two.
How was this any different from stabbing a voodoo doll?
Xiao Xinran’s face turned red. She hurriedly let go and looked away, pretending she had nothing to do with it.
Ji Shiyu scratched her head and gave a silly grin, cursing her ex-wife for her lack of loyalty.
“This just means I missed you, okay? Ehehe!”
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“Thank you so much!”
Yun Liu rolled his eyes, snatching the ‘portrait’ away.
“I leave for a moment and you dare violate my portrait rights—next time, will you violate my person too? With this effort, why don’t you transcribe more Pharmaceutical Formula Annotations? All you know is… Hmm, you actually drew it pretty well.”
Yun Liu couldn’t help but praise her.
It wasn’t a perfect likeness—rather, it was exactly the same.
Qin Cha also giggled.
“I said so too!”
“Right? Right? Whatever this genius does is top class. Oh, by the way, how did you end up here?”
Ji Shiyu knelt on the couch, raising her hand with the practiced manner of a farmhand’s student.
Yun Liu pointed to his temple.
“Nonsense. The Zhusheng Dynasty is my biggest client in the East Pole Prefecture. Could I skip the royal celebration? Next time, try thinking before you speak!”
And wasn’t what you said nonsense, too?
Ji Shiyu stuck out her tongue, as if she had the best brain in the world.
If I had one of those, why would I need you as my tutor?
It wasn’t just Jing Tan’er who secretly rejoiced. Xiao Xinran blinked as well.
Right, why hadn’t she thought of that? Maybe it was the dumb aura of a yellow chick at work.
“Your turn. Barely left and you relapsed into mischief again. You really let me down.”
Yun Liu sighed, looking at Jing Tan’er with disappointment.
He’d said it millions of times—keep a low profile and rewrite your life quietly, just wouldn’t listen.
Didn’t she know she was digging her own grave?
How could the Dragon Suit King ever relax about launching the Female Emperor Training Plan?
The little princess peeled a purple crystal grape and had just put it in her mouth when she met the sharp gaze of the Prince Consort, immediately choking.
“Alright, it’s not entirely their fault. As their Senior Sister, I bear some responsibility too. Traveling outside is not like cultivating at the academy.”
“If you cause trouble, the consequences are more serious than just a simple confinement. Luckily, the one in charge this time was Aunt Tan’er. The problem… shouldn’t be too big, right?”
Qin Cha subconsciously reached out to comfort her lover, who relaxed her shoulders, then turned to see all three of them staring at her with odd looks—including the parrot.
The atmosphere instantly turned strange, like the official wife watching her husband lecture the concubines.
The Senior Sister’s ears turned red, and she slowly withdrew her hand, then calmly moved aside to help the waking maidservant stand.
Nini and Lu’er, still clueless, wore innocent faces.
Yun Liu made no comment.
Not a big problem?
It was huge!
Had he not left the Sect, Yun Liu and Ji Shiyu would have attended as Disciples of the Five Peaks, while Xiao Xinran had tagged along for fun.
Representatives from Sunset Peak and Clear Mist Peak were assigned elsewhere.
Yet the Villainous Young Lady, whose delays usually caused her to miss the flight, boarded right on time—an unexpected plot twist.
The conflict between Jing Tan’er and Jing Rui shouldn’t have escalated so soon.
Yun Liu had gone down the mountain ahead of time to proceed to Yudu, secretly investigating whether the Royal Family’s structure differed from the side quest routes.
Jing Tan’er pinched her little ear and, imitating Ji Shiyu, sat up straight with a well-behaved air.
“It’s not Senior Sister Qin’s fault. That woman has hated me since childhood—it’s not the first time.”
“Now you’re making sense. That woman is trouble. You knew she was targeting you, yet you still made a scene before returning to the capital. How do you expect to win against her in the future?”