After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 154 A Friendship Worth Eight Hundred Yuan

The very next day, the dean of the Imperial Film Academy personally delivered the admission notice to their door.

The dean first showered Jiang Shu with concern and enthusiastically talked about her future. Only after the girl, still somewhat dazed, took the acceptance letter out to show it off did the dean's face turn cold.
"Didn't the young master threaten to demolish my film academy last month? How come he's now eagerly sending people in?"

Feng Li crossed his legs, his expression arrogant: "Serve her well! My darling is your get-out-of-jail-free card. If she's comfortable, then I'll make you comfortable too."

The dean snorted: "First, release those projects you've been holding back."

Feng Li chuckled indifferently.

Jiang Shu had already shown the notification letter to Li Yubai and the other three in the lounge, and then took out her phone to check the schedule:

"So many classmates are having graduation banquets lately! Three in Beijing, fifteen in Wuhan, are you going or not?"

Yan Yu replied, "We discussed it privately. After all, the graduation banquet is your classmate's event, so we won't cause any trouble at this time. But as your 'family member,' I've decided to hold a graduation season concert in Jiangcheng and invite the top two hundred students from each provincial capital to participate. I'll send an invitation to your class as a small token of our appreciation."

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement: "The prime location?"

Yan Yu chuckled: "It has to be the prime spot! Let's set the time for next Wednesday, from 8 pm to 10 pm."

Jiang Shu calculated the time: "Then we'll return to Jiangcheng in three days."

Feng Li strolled in slowly: "Baby, before we go back to Jiangcheng, do you want to meet someone first and finalize the business deal?"

Jiang Shu paused for a moment: "Who?"

Feng Li raised an eyebrow: "If I remember correctly, Bao, you only have one order pending recently?"

The imperial capital and its officials.

The head of the household, Guan Muyun, instructed the steward: "Put away all of Yunyun's belongings in the side hall. Make sure they are not damaged or knocked over when outsiders come."

The butler, unfazed, immediately arranged for servants to attend to him.

"Move this clivia, which was Madam's favorite, to the yard; put away all of Madam's photo albums and put them in the master bedroom; carefully move these ceramic pieces, which Mr. and Mrs. made together, to the storage room..."

After half an hour of busy work, the butler respectfully said, "Sir, the side hall has been cleared out."

"Light another box of agarwood incense. Those highly respected old Chinese medicine doctors all like that kind of atmosphere."

"Okay, here you go."

Guan Muyun pointed to the building next door and said, "Keep a close eye on them. Today we have important guests. Make sure that annoying mother and daughter stay in their room. If they dare to come out and embarrass themselves, they'll be kicked out tomorrow."

The butler nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

"Tell the servants in the house to behave themselves and not to stare at the young master just because he is good-looking."

"……OK."

"Push me to the door to wait; they should be here soon."

The butler carefully pushed Guan Muyun to the front door.

Ten minutes later, under the blazing sun, an arrogant luxury car appeared in sight, making a graceful U-turn and parking in the parking space of the official's mansion.

Feng Li and Jiang Shu got out of the car.

Guan Muyun glanced behind the two of them, then asked Feng Li very politely, "Your Highness, didn't that divine physician come along?"

Feng Li scoffed: "Your eyesight isn't very good, is it? The one beside me is it."

Guan Muyun's gaze fell on Jiang Shu, quite surprised: "Are you the little girl who charged me eight hundred yuan at the Beiming Temple?"

Jiang Shu gave a nonchalant "hmm": "I didn't expect the Lord of the House to remember." "Normally I'm not good at remembering people, but young lady, your temperament is very similar to my wife's, so I have a deep impression of you." Guan Muyun sighed, "The divine doctor that the Crown Prince spoke of is actually such a young girl."

Jiang Shu chuckled lazily: "If you think I'm too young and inexperienced, you can go find some famous doctors. Actually, I didn't really want to take this job."

"Young lady, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean to look down on you; I just think young people these days are quite remarkable," Guan Muyun said gently. "For the sake of our 800 yuan friendship, would you please come inside and have some tea?"

Jiang Shu nodded noncommittally: "Let's go."

There is a winding flower path leading from the main gate to the side hall.

The roadside was lined with blooming flowers, most of which Jiang Shu couldn't name.

Jiang Shu walked briskly without looking to the side, while Guan Muyun coughed suddenly:
"Young lady, watch your step, those daylilies! They were seeds my wife sowed long ago. Be careful not to step on them..."

"Your Highness, please move a little to the left. That cobblestone path on the right was paved by my wife before, and I haven't walked on it more than a few times..."

Feng Li and Jiang Shu: "..."

After walking a few more steps, Guan Muyun suddenly pointed to the corner of the wall with a grim expression: "Where's that broken bowl? The broken bowl my wife and I used to play house with when we were kids?"

The housekeeper said in a panic, "The new gardener is incompetent and probably disposed of it as garbage. I'll send someone to retrieve it right away."

"Go find it quickly!" Guan Muyun's eyes suddenly reddened. "There's a broken spoon in the broken bowl. My wife used to feed me with it..."

The butler hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, sir! I'll find everything and get it back; nothing will be missing!"

Jiang Shu stared blankly at Guan Muyun, whose emotions seemed somewhat unstable: "Patriarch Guan, are you going to... *sobs*"

Guan Muyun's face stiffened, but he forced himself to remain calm and suppressed his emotions: "I'm a grown man, I don't cry all the time, young lady, don't talk nonsense. Please come inside."

Jiang Shu and Feng Li stepped into the side hall.

In the spacious and grand side hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of burning sandalwood. On a classical wall, there were several well-preserved photographs. The young women in the photos had exquisite features and an arrogant temperament like a raging flame.

Guan Muyun's face turned cold: "Why haven't all the photos been collected?"

The butler forced a smile and explained, "It's my fault. I thought it couldn't possibly be bumped or knocked off the wall... So I'll go take it down right now?"

Guan Muyun's tone was not good: "Never mind, let's leave it for now and go make some tea."

Jiang Shu looked at the photo curiously: "Your daughter?"

Guan Muyun quickly clarified: "This is my wife, a photo taken twenty years ago."

Jiang Shu looked closely, and the bright and beautiful woman was completely unrecognizable as her mother with a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles...

Could it be that I've really made a mistake?
Feng Li, however, recognized the woman in the photo at a glance; she was exactly the same as Jiang Liuyun, whom he had met in Xinghua Village when she had removed her disguise.

But he didn't expose her; he simply sat next to Jiang Shu, acting as if he were invisible.

Jiang Shu looked at them for a long time but couldn't see any similarities, so she stopped worrying about it and took out a row of needles from her backpack.

"Miracle doctor, shall we begin?"

"Let's try two acupuncture needles first and see if there's a reaction. If there is, we can continue discussing the business; if not, then forget it—this is the only treatment I know."

As Jiang Shu spoke, she instructed the housekeeper, "Lift up your master's trouser legs."

Before the butler could even speak, Guan Muyun's expression changed: "No way!"

(End of this chapter)