After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

"You...!" Before this, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this, so now Song Shihuan clenched his fists and stared intently at Zhu Yan.

But I'm so hungry.

That fruit looks delicious...

Or, we could just beg him, and then settle accounts with him after we get the money.

Thinking of this, Song Shihuan slowly loosened her clenched hand, bit her lip, and mumbled, "Please."

"I didn't hear you clearly, say it again." Zhu Yan rested her head against the pillar, looking at him with a smile.

Draw!! (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮

It was intentional, wasn't it?

"Please, is this alright?"

As expected of a child, he has such a bad temper.

"Oh." Zhu Yan smiled. "Even if you begged, I wouldn't give it to you."

"Ahhh!!!" Song Shihuan had never begged even her father and brother. If she weren't starving, how could she possibly give in?

Now that I've finally managed to say it, he's playing a trick on me!

"You, you, you bastard! I'm going to tell my brother! You bullied me... Waaah!" Song Shi burst into tears.

"Oh my goodness, little prince, don't cry." Zheng Bo stood next to Song Shihuan, holding a piece of paper, at a loss for what to do.

The main reason is that Song Shihuan cried so miserably. It was his first time going on a long trip. He hit his head and was injured. He was exhausted all afternoon, starved to death and still had no food. In the end, he was also mocked at a banquet.

He was so pampered and spoiled; he had never suffered such humiliation before.

His loud crying attracted many curious glances from those around him.

"Haha, Brother Zhu, you're a bit naughty." Song Zhen sat next to Zhu Yan and witnessed the whole process of him bullying the child.

"Is it bad?" Zhu Yan kicked Jiang Ci with her foot.

Zhu Yan's banquet can be seen as a form of revenge, since he is Song Yunzhi's youngest son.

"What's wrong with it? Young Master is clearly the best." Jiang Ci replied very naturally.

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Song Zhen: ...

You're really shrewd; you specifically chose a question about someone obsessed with romance.

"Alright, stop yelling, it hurts." Zhu Yan teased him until he cried, then got annoyed. "Give it to him."

In the end, Qin Ci was given to Song Shihuan.

After all, judging from his pampered appearance, he must be the old man's most precious son.

Although Song Shihuan was willful, short-tempered, and unreasonable.

But he couldn't resist, and he had no principles either.

Since the banquet was offered, he actually took it and ate it.

He simply ate while glaring at Zhu Yan with his resentful eyes.

"If you glare at me again, I'll gouge your eyes out." Zhu Yan stopped teasing him and started threatening him.

"You wait, when my Crown Prince brother comes, I'll make you pay!" Song Shihuan had no sense of propriety at all, not only eating the food given to him by the banquet, but also threatening him.

"Haha, little prince, I'm also quite looking forward to it. Why don't you guess whose side your brother will take when he comes?" Lu Ze chuckled, it seemed that Song Shihuan had no idea about the relationship between Zhu Yan and Song Qigui.

"Of course my brother would help me, why would he help that big bad guy!" Song Shihuan was very dissatisfied with Lu Ze's words. He didn't believe that his brother would speak for an outsider.

But Zheng Bo seemed to have seen through everything.

The young man in front of him, though seemingly carefree and with a disdainful expression, had noticed the people around him. They were all dignified and looked quite extraordinary, yet they all seemed to follow the young man's lead.

Especially the person next to him with long, golden hair; if he remembered correctly, that seemed to be a characteristic of the royal family of G country.

Most importantly, this person actually dared to call His Majesty the Emperor of the United States an old man.

……

My little prince, I have a feeling you might be in deep trouble.

He can play you like a game, it's easier for him than breathing.

Having eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to move on.

But Song Shihuan was tired and couldn't climb anymore.

When Shen Yan returned from the restroom, he encountered two sedan chair carriers negotiating a price with someone while carrying an empty sedan chair.

"What did you say? 2000 for one trip up?" That's so expensive! No way, no way!" A tourist raised his voice upon hearing the price.

The sedan bearers were clearly starting to panic. "Um... if it's expensive, 1000 will do. Please, my son has cancer and we urgently need money. Please, have mercy and help us this once."

"Are you crazy! 2000 is already low enough, 1000 a trip would be a huge loss!" Another sedan chair carrier clearly disagreed.

"Then tell me what to do, what to do about my son, he's so young... he's waiting for me to save him!" The sedan chair carrier seemed to be thinking of his son, and he couldn't hold back his tears and cried.

"Even 1000 won't do. If I get photographed sitting here and the photos are posted online, I'll get cyberbullied. I'm not riding here." Out of some concern, the tourist decided to give up.

One of the sedan chair carriers squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Come with me," Shen Yan said, walking over to him, unable to bear it any longer.

Upon hearing that there were guests, the sedan chair bearers quickly wiped away their tears, stood up, and greeted them with smiles, "You...you want to ride? 2000, 2000, is that alright?"

He glanced at Shen Yan's expression. "If not, 1000 will do. Really, we'll carry it very steadily."

Seeing the same face with rosy eyes and an expectant smile, Shen Yan felt a pang in her heart.

"I'll give you 2, come with me."

Shen Yan led the two sedan chair bearers to the banquet.

"Shen Yan, what are you doing?" Qin Ci saw him pulling a sedan chair and assumed he couldn't walk anymore. "Didn't you just say you're a real man, not afraid of hardship or fatigue? What are you doing? Are you contradicting yourself?"

Shen Yan ignored Qin Ci's mockery and looked at Zhu Yan instead, "Master, it's still quite a distance from the top of the mountain. Why don't you sit here?"

"There's no need." Zhu Yan didn't really want to sit there. It was too conspicuous, and as a grown man, he would be pointed at and gossiped about.

"He doesn't want to give it to me, Zheng Bo." Song Shihuan seized the opportunity when he heard Zhu Yan refuse.

"Tsk, shut up, it's not your place to speak." Jiang Ci turned her head and frowned as she spoke to Song Shihuan.

Zhu Yan glanced at it, but unexpectedly, what met his eyes were two expectant faces.

"Master, please help them." Shen Yan was moved the moment he saw the sedan bearers crying.

He wouldn't have cried so easily if he hadn't really encountered difficulties.

"Then let Jiang Ci sit down." Zhu Yan looked at them and felt a little sorry for them.

"Young Master, you actually care about me?" Jiang Ci's focus seemed to have strayed from the point.

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"But is it appropriate for you to walk while I sit? I won't sit." Although Jiang Ci was tired, she still followed the rules.

"Little Yanyan, you don't have to sit, I'll carry you up, how about that?" Xu Zhiyuan seemed to have found the perfect opportunity and seized the chance to enter.

Zhu Yan glanced at him.

"Alright, alright, sit down."

He knew exactly which position was comfortable.

Xu Zhiyuan: Are you deliberately showing dislike towards him...?

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Zhu Yan lifted his foot and sat down. The sedan bearers wanted to go over and lift the sedan chair, but they were stopped by Zhu Yan's two strong bodyguards.

"No need, we'll do it."

They were truly worried about entrusting their young master's safety to these two old men.

Finally, the two bodyguards lifted the sedan chair and left amidst the astonished gazes of the two sedan bearers, their steps steady and graceful.

Sedan chair carriers: ?

Is there really such a good thing?