Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Chapter 172 - 159: Remember Our Promise (Please Vote and Sub

"Yuchi said sothing would be resolved quickly."

"So what on earth are they doing to solve it so fast?"

...

Noon.

Upstairs, the door of the private room closed, Yuchi pushed open the window and made a gesture of "please," to which Song Yinghan nodded and sat on the round stool.

The two sat by the wooden window, with a gentle breeze brushing by their ears.

Yuchi did not hide his affection at all.

He smiled and said:

"I had heard Uncle Bei talk about you before, and I couldn’t really believe it."

"I didn’t expect the Celestial Capital Departnt to stand up to help at this ti."

"So, my previous prejudices about the Celestial Capital Departnt were indeed unfounded."

Yuchi looked quite apologetic.

"Yes, you can always trust our Celestial Capital Departnt," Song Yinghan replied, satisfied.

This child clearly knows how to speak well, very good.

This woman clearly looks easily deceived, very good, Yuchi continued. "In that case, could Miss Song reveal your true face?"

"I think I should perhaps listen to Uncle Bei’s advice and attempt to befriend you, the Celestial Capital Departnt."

"So, I hope we can be honest with each other here."

Song Yinghan fell silent instantly.

Why does it feel like I’ve fallen right into a trap?

Back at the Stargazing Platform, it seed like there were no lessons teaching this kind of thing, so what should I do now?

Do I really have to show Yuchi my true face?

After so thought, she quietly placed her hands on the table and said, "To be honest, this is not being pretentious."

"It’s because I am still a student of the Stargazing Platform; I wonder if Chairman Yuchi knows about the Stargazing Platform?"

Touching the teacup, Yuchi nodded and replied, "I’ve heard from Uncle Bei that the Stargazing Platform is the institution that nurtures the Celestial Capital Departnt."

"Although the Celestial Capital Departnt, it is above the Celestial Capital Departnt."

Upon hearing Yuchi’s words, Song Yinghan found it much easier to continue: "Yes, but there’s one thing you might not know."

"That is, the students of the Stargazing Platform cannot show their true faces outside before leaving the platform."

"This is a rule, I’m sorry, so I can’t take off the mask just to gain your trust."

Taking a sip of tea, Yuchi laughed: "So the rules are still greater than trust."

"Miss Song is still worried that I’ll know what you look like and sohow harm the Stargazing Platform further."

"I understand."

I understand? Not a chance!

Is there sothing wrong with you people from the Stargazing Platform, wearing a mask everywhere? How is this any different from carrying an umbrella on a sunny day?

Really, if you want to avoid trouble, take off the mask. Disguising yourself is what’s normal.

Would there really be a fool who, to disguise themselves and avoid attention, chooses to wear a mask?

Yuchi recalled his past life.

If he, Yuchi, were to walk down the street wearing a rabbit mask,

within ten minutes, he’d either be taken for questioning or socially dead on the spot.

Song Yinghan was stumped by Yuchi’s question, secretly thinking this young man seed quite experienced, yet didn’t know how to respond.

After hesitating for a while, she suddenly said, "Actually, if you want to see , it’s not impossible."

"If you agree to one request of mine, I’ll agree to let you see ."

"This will show you that trust can exist even amidst unequal power."

"I also believe that our Stargazing Platform will understand my actions; sotis, rules are rigid."

Can see? But only a little?

Yuchi’s face looked quite odd, and, Hanhan, the way you said that could be easily misunderstood, what do you an by letting see you?

See how?

See what?

"Please, go ahead," said the gentleman Yuchi Lang.

"Once you’ve seen it, you must not spread it," Song Yinghan replied.

Just that?

I thought I might have to swear an oath, Yuchi thought with a wry smile: "And how could I spread it anyway?"

"I’m afraid you’d make a painting of and hang it on your bedroom wall, but I think my looks are decent," Song Yinghan said earnestly.

Yuchi was nearly knocked out by Song Yinghan’s words.

First of all, that’s called art; secondly, am I that perverted?!

"Alright, I agree," Yuchi conceded, "I promise to only engrave you in my mind, without any kind of desecration."

"No, after you see it, you must forget ; if you keep in your mind, how do I know what you’re thinking? What if you’re lewd?"

"..."

Sister, are you going to let see or not? Speak clearly if you are!

I, Mr. Yuchi, sit right and act upright, how am I perverted?

Talk about little missus Dong’s brother or sothing.

"Rember our agreent."

Song Yinghan started to act.

Her slender fingers grasped her mask and was about to remove it.

In truth, Yuchi was quite nervous now; for heaven’s sake, she doesn’t need to be stunningly beautiful, just normal is enough.

We still need to deal with her well in the future; if she looks like Lei Zhenzi, I’d be scared!

The mask was then removed.

Qingsi slightly fell to either side of her cheeks, and exquisite hairpins were simply pinned at the sides of her hair.

The black and smooth sideburns accentuated the strand of Qingsi trailing down her ear.

Below her finely drawn brows were clear eyes, and a gentle slope led to her thin, calm lips.

No emotion could be seen on her face, blending serenity with a unique placidness and reticence.

Her hair was silky and soft, allowing a glimpse of a tiny teardrop mole under her light brown eyes.

A vision to behold.

Yuchi was completely stunned on the spot.

"Sister’s allure?!"

Yuchi was awestruck.