Seeing Yan Yuchu adopting an eager-to-learn attitude, Han Yan couldn’t help but reveal a sly smile. As two birds of a feather cast adrift in this world, how could one not share the good things that co one’s way? Renowned titles like Mu the spendthrift, Big Playboy Mu, and Mu Siyi obviously couldn’t be enjoyed alone—a little help shouldering the fa was always welcod.
Beside them, Mu Ziqing opened his mouth as if to say sothing but then thought better of it. His eyes, however, brimd with sympathy as he watched Yan Yuchu, seemingly witnessing a wayward youth, slightly lacking in affection and a bit extre in views, step by step tread towards an endless abyss.
Looking back at Han Yan, it seed as if behind that bright and handso smile, two black horns were quietly sprouting—yes, these were the horns of a demon.
"Alright, it’s getting late, my dear nephew, I should head back now, and I’ll co to pick you up at dawn," Han Yan comnted as a hint of dawn crept across the sky to Mu Ziqing.
"Go ahead, thank you for coming all this way again," Mu Ziqing responded.
Since they had to conceal tonight’s events from prying eyes, Han Yan naturally couldn’t take Mu Ziqing back with her now and would have to co again the next day.
"Let’s go, I’ll walk you out." Because of their similar circumstances, Yan Yuchu felt an inexplicable fondness for Han Yan. Expecting her to assist with his Qi purification in the future, it was only natural to treat her well. He personally escorted Han Yan out of the City Lord’s Mansion.
"That’s far enough," Han Yan said with a slight smile after leaving the City Lord’s Mansion and swiftly took her leave.
Watching Han Yan’s retreating figure, Yan Yuchu felt an unexpected twinge of reluctance before finally turning away.
"Lord City Master, aren’t you enemies with her? Why would you personally see her off?" one of the guards who had quietly followed asked, puzzled by the gesture.
"In this world, there are no true enemies, especially not for major families like ours—there are only interests. No friends or enemies," Yan Yuchu replied nonchalantly, casting another lingering glance at Han Yan’s departing figure.
"Oh." The close attendant acknowledged, yet felt even more bewildered. The Lord City Master’s deanor that night seed different from the past. Rembering how he was usually moody and often sported a stern face, the guard couldn’t recall a ti when he had been so amiable, especially to an enemy whom he was actually seeing off personally.
Could it be true—no discord, no concord? Yet, considering the Lord City Master’s obviously reluctant gaze, even the best of connections shouldn’t look like that, could it be... Suddenly, the guard recalled so rumors. It was said that young masters from great families, living too luxuriously, could develop certain... unsavory habits: the Long Yang, the cut sleeve, and the like. Could it be that the Lord City Master also had such proclivities?
With that thought, the guard shivered.
"What’s the matter, are you alright?" Yan Yuchu, having survived an assassination attempt that night and with his Cultivation bottleneck finally showing signs of a breakthrough thanks to Han Yan’s help, was in high spirits and was wearing a rare pleasant expression. He patted the guard’s shoulder and asked.
"Ah... nothing, nothing at all, do you wish to return, my Lord? I shall clear the way for you," replied the guard, springing up like a startled cat, practically tumbling and scrambling back towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
"What’s gotten into him?" Yan Yuchu couldn’t help but feel baffled as he watched his guard flee in a panic, shaking his head and leisurely walking back to the City Lord’s Mansion.
He was unaware that even before he had stepped through the door, a whisper had already begun to circulate secretly within the mansion.
"Did you know? The Lord City Master is rumored to have a taste for cut sleeves."
"No way, he’s so young, how could he have such inclinations?"
"Haven’t you noticed the Lord City Master doesn’t show interest in won? Isn’t it because of that very preference?"
"Ah, that’s right, that’s right, I always thought the Lord City Master’s behavior was odd—it makes sense if he has that kind of inclination."
"What’s a cut sleeve taste?"
"You’re too young to understand, just rember to keep your distance from the Lord City Master in the future."
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