Chapter Fifty-Three: A Contest of Acting Skills

Yin Nian brought Yang Yang directly to her parents’ house.

As she pushed open the door, a rich aroma of food greeted her. Her father was setting the table, while voices of her mother and Liang Zhicheng drifted from the kitchen.

Seeing Yin Nian, her father beamed with joy. “Ah, you’re finally home! Go wash your hands, we’ll eat soon. Yang Yang must be hungry too.” He walked over to Yang Yang, gently patting his head. “How was your first day at school?”

Yang Yang replied softly, “It was fine.”

Her mother called from the kitchen. Her father responded and was about to head to the kitchen when Yin Nian suddenly grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “Has Liang Zhicheng been here all afternoon?”

Her father chuckled, “Yes, I was responsible for buying—”

At that time, Pang Yueban had just come of age and was rising in her career. The company paid particular attention to the personal affairs of the three of them.

Yun You had barely finished speaking when a eunuch arrived, announcing that the emperor had summoned the two princes.

Determined, Yun You found a place to disguise herself, changed into men’s clothes, and then went to the property rental office.

After a long while, Mo Yuan’s smile grew wider, and a dark mist began to swirl around Chen Feng. In the midst of the clouds, more than ten figures appeared, their faces veiled in black gauze, dressed in long black gowns, hair tied high, and each had two wings sprouting from their backs.

Speaking of Xuanyuan Qingqing, Su Mubai still felt moved. When the Su family faced a crisis, she had unhesitatingly offered her dowry. In contrast, Lan Zhirou avoided him ever since the incident, and Su Mubai’s heart involuntarily leaned toward Qingqing.

It was then that the Evil Monk suddenly stepped out, approaching the six of them, causing them all to start in surprise.

Thinking about Baili Liu Yue, truly her fate was pitiful—her tongue was torn out, she was poisoned, suffering day and night. No wonder the emperor was so anxious, seeking talented people everywhere to save her.

Searching the garden yielded no sign of anyone. Leng Yuehuang frowned, then soared into the sky, scanning the grounds from above.

Leaving was inevitable; whether or not this incident occurred, once the contract expired, everyone would go their separate ways.

Chu Yue nodded, almost forgetting that Hu Fei didn’t know her or Zhai Feibai.

No one noticed that behind Dongzi’s class bus, a very inconspicuous van quietly started its engine and followed after the bus.

Southern Wind tilted his head to look at Tian Chengzi after hearing him speak. Tian Chengzi seemed to realize he had said too much and, after sighing, fell silent.

This trip to Hengyuan’s shop was first to deliver news to the family, and second, naturally, to request some money.

“That wouldn’t be a true apple!” From the doorway came an urgent voice; Guo’er glared angrily at Su Huai with wide eyes.

“By the way, do you still need that homosexual?” Meng Li asked, referring to Yang Wei.

Dongzi didn’t even think, reacting instinctively—he spun like a pigeon, circling five or six times in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground.

Perhaps he wasn’t fully awake yet; when Chen Xu saw the fair skin before him, he suddenly recalled yesterday morning, helping Aunt Wang sell steaming, soft buns. He casually grabbed one, gently squeezing it.

“What’s wrong?” Dongzi had been busy these days, only chatting with Pan Dashu at school.

Su Dandan glanced around, perhaps feeling it was safe, and strode toward the waiting hall.

The raging fires of war were absorbed one after another by the Eight Trigrams Seal. One moved lightly, stepping on lotus petals; another spun with red flames. Lotus steps advanced, golden colors flashed, muskets fired, and flames blazed across the sky.

“Biru, His Majesty will soon have us prepare for the Mid-Autumn banquet! Go fetch the utensils we stored last year and clean them, so we won't be overwhelmed when the time comes!” Mu Ximei shook her head, banishing stray thoughts, and turned to instruct Biru.

“Reporting to Your Highness, I can’t remember a thing!” Mu Ximei lowered her head, answering neither humbly nor arrogantly.

When Zhou Chu, like a deflated ball, injected the last trace of anger into Li Jizhu, Li Jizhu’s gloomy expression disappeared. She looked at Zhou Chu curiously, though her legs still tightly gripped his waist.