you tired Let's go back to rest."Beichen Yi gently stroked Yun An'an's cheek, his heart aching with concern."Well, I'm tired. I don't know why I've been so easily fatigued lately."I don't know if it'...[]
Yu Wenxiu and others naturally didn't understand what the joke about selling a kidney meant.
Yun'an took out the box of fine clothes, looking at the layers of gold and silver threads highlighting the cloud brocade.
“This dress must cost tens of thousands of silver coins, right”
Even in the 21st century, with its advanced technology, Yun Jin remains a luxury item.
Besides, it was a whole Yun Jin brocade robe.
"Never mind the price, just try it on first and see if it fits"
Xue Qiancheng started teasing, and everyone else joined in.
"Oh my, what's all the commotion about"
Yu Changyuan walked into the first-class student dormitory with his hands behind his back, a flushed face and bright smile. Behind him followed Yuan Hairen and several masters who had never appeared in the Academy area of the first-class student dormitory.
What wind brought the dean, vice-dean, and several masters here
"Look at you, saying that."
Yu Changyuan waved his hand.
"That's putting it too strongly. The Ding Class, belonging to our prestigious Yingtian Academy, is a truly important group. Moreover, they shone brightly at this National Celebration. As the Dean, how could I possibly miss the opportunity to congratulate them"
"Yeah, yeah, the director is right."
Several masters who had always drawn a clear line between the Yi class and the Ding class nodded in agreement.
Yun An'an, holding a cloud-patterned silk robe in her hand, smiled with eyes twinkling as she looked at Yu Changyuan and everyone else up and down.
"Well then, since you are all sincere, nothing could be better."
She still doesn't know what this group of people are thinking.
When they revoked the eligibility of Class A and Ding's platoon, they were more active than anyone else.
Now Class A, Group D has achieved excellent results at the grand celebration. Not only can they keep their status as Class A, Group D, but they have also transformed from the "useless" class that everyone always thought they were. They've even received praise from the Emperor! This is a great opportunity to show our gratitude and build good relationships.
People, it seems, just can't help but be opportunistic.
"That's right, that's right."
Yún nān's nearly mocking gaze made Bèi feel flustered. Several of the tutors tried their best to hide behind Yú Chángyuǎn, avoiding her eyes.
"All of you students are the pillars of our Yitian Academy. In the future, if you want anything, just tell the Vice-Dean."
"Really"
Yuwen Xiu's sword eyebrows shot up, his gaze sweeping across Xue Qiancheng and the others.
"Naturally, in front of Master Yun, I wouldn't dare to deceive you all."
There's a saying, "Long way to go," and Yuwen Xiu's pair of fox eyes smiled with such an eerie gleam.
Since the headmaster has spoken, we can't refuse.
Thus, in the following time, the students of Class A-Ding, one by one, put forward all sorts of strange requests.
When Yu Changyuan spoke, his face turned pale and flushed alternately.
Yun'an pushed aside silently, she believed that these children would definitely not wrong her, let alone treat others kindly.
That's right, I suffered for several years at Yingtian Academy. Now that I've risen in status, it's time to give the headmaster a taste of his own medicine!
"Haha~"
Yawning, Yun An'an sat slumped in the rocking chair, a wave of sleepiness washing over her.
Lately, I don't know what's going on, I always feel sleepy.
In the afternoon, after leaving Yitian Academy, I returned to Yiwang Mansion. I happened to see guards from the Ruiwangfu delivering boxes and boxes of things to Yiwang Mansion.
Upon inquiry, it was revealed that these were all gambling debts owed to Old Master Wang.
"Old King didn't say anything, not a single word of regret"
It's impossible for someone as stingy as Old King to just take out so much money so easily.
Is there something fishy going on
"Your Highness, the Princess of Yi, please rest assured. Old Master Wang has won a considerable sum in both literary and martial contests, so he doesn't need your hundred or eighty thousand taels."
The guard stated in a single sentence the reason for Old Wangye's cheerfulness.
Feelings are using them to make a fortune at the grand competition. He's a crafty old fox, through and through.
"Beichen Yi Beichen Yi"
Haven't you come back yet
There was no sign of Bei Chen Yi in the study, he's probably stuck in the palace again.
As Yun An'an turned to leave, she inadvertently glanced at a letter placed on the table.
The handwriting on the letter was very elegant, clearly written by a woman.
"Qingfeng."
"This humble servant is at your service, Your Highness. What are your orders"
Qingfeng instantly caught sight of the letter in Yun An'an's hand, his expression freezing.
Oh no!
How could Miss Rohan's letter be in the hands of the Duchess
"Little Qingfeng, who wrote this letter to Beichen Yi"
"To the Royal Duchess, this humble servant doesn't know either. This humble servant only knows that this letter was delivered this morning."
Qingfeng decided, to blame it on someone else.
Otherwise, given the Duchess's temper, she would surely fly into a rage if she knew about Miss Ruolan's existence.
Although the prince and Miss Luo Lan weren't really close, Miss Luo Lan looked at the prince with a different kind of gaze.
"Xiao, Qing, Feng."
He called out "Xiao Qingfeng" word by word. Qingfeng's back instantly turned cold with sweat.
"How do you feel about me, your Highness"
"Good, very good, and especially very good."
The princess now wants to know who the girl who wrote this letter is. Can you tell me Could it be a concubine of Bei Chen Yi raised
Upon hearing Yun An'an's suspicion, Qing Feng immediately began to explain the relationship between the Wang Ye and Miss Ruo Lan.
"Your Majesty the Queen has misunderstood. The Young Master treats Miss Rolan like a sister. Although Miss Rolan likes the Young Master, he only has Your Majesty in his heart... that's all!"
Qingfeng knew he had been completely tricked.
"RoLan, what a nice name."
A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her lips. Yun An'an half-closed her phoenix eyes and smiled, smiling so beautifully that Qingfeng wanted to give himself up right there.
What can I do about it~~
If the prince knew he had told everyone about Miss Ruo Lan, would he be driven out of Yi Wangfu He might as well just die.
Night engulfs the heavens and earth.
Beichen Yi stepped into Yi Wangfu.
In the past, the study was always lit up, and An'er would lie on the armchair like a lazy cat waiting for him to return.
Today, the study is pitch black, and there are waves of oppressive and icy air coming towards me.
Creak—
Walk in.
"Stop."
A cold voice echoed through the darkness.
On the bench, Yun An sat quietly, her gaze fixed on Beichen Yi who had stopped in his tracks.
"You're back so late."
"There are some things in the palace that have been delayed. Is there anything wrong with An'er"
Noticing something amiss in Yun An'an's words, Bei Chen Yi asked with concern.
"Don't try to butter me up, be honest and forthcoming. Admit your mistakes."
In the darkness, Phoenix's eyes were fixed intently on Beichen Yi's tall figure.
At this moment, Yun An was like an official judge in a courtroom, interrogating the criminals below. All that was missing was a gavel and a pronouncement of "Drag this man away for execution!"
Beichen Yi, standing in place, did not advance nor retreat. He glanced at Qingfeng beside him out of the corner of his eye.
Qingfeng climbed along the edge of the door, gesticulating as best he could to convey his message.
Miss Luo Lan, deliver a message, the Princess is angry.
Then, he pointed at the letter on the table. Beichen Yi understood where Yun An'an's anger was coming from.
"An'er...are you jealous"
"Jealous Psh, I'd be jealous of my grandmother's legs."es."That's too much, you're eating mine and yours, and you're still making fun of me""What's what There isn't anything. This old man is just stating facts, I won't chat with you anymore. This old man...