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

Song Shihuan had reached his limit by climbing halfway up the mountain. His legs, which had been pampered in the palace, were now sore and aching, and he was even trembling when he stood up.

To be honest, he did consider giving up, but...

Since we're already here, what's the point of giving up halfway?

But Song Shihuan was truly exhausted, so...

"You, carry me up," Song Shihuan said, pointing to one of the bodyguards.

Bodyguard: Me...

The bodyguard looked shocked; he was actually exhausted too.

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for?"

Despite Song Shihuan's impatient tone, the bodyguard resigned himself to his fate and carried Song Shihuan on his back.

Although Song Shihuan is not yet an adult, his tall stature means he is quite heavy.

So the bodyguards took turns resting and carried Song Shihuan up on their backs.

In contrast, the banquet was much more relaxed.

The two bodyguards, who were professionally trained, carried the sedan chair without changing their expressions, looking very relaxed.

The main reason is that the guests served at the banquet were very thin and quite light, which is why the sedan chair carriers liked to pull them.

However, climbing the mountain in a sedan chair inevitably attracts many tourists to stop and watch.

"Whose young master is this? He needs a sedan chair to climb the mountain. If he can't climb, he shouldn't have come. Look how tired those two bodyguards are."

"Exactly, don't you have legs? What's the point of having two legs? They're only used to bully others."

"Just the young master, I wonder what he's showing off."

"..."

For a moment, one could hear condemnation after condemnation coming from the side.

Ultimately, it all boils down to jealousy.

Zhu Yan lay back in her chair, wearing headphones and listening to music with her eyes closed, and didn't hear these words.

I was already prepared before I sat down, so I simply ignored both the audio and the video.

Can Xu Zhiyuan and his group tolerate anyone criticizing Zhu Yan?

However, they didn't get a chance to speak.

The two bodyguards carrying the sedan chair suddenly stopped. "Young Master, please wait a moment. We need to deal with some of the underlings."

Even though Zhu Yan didn't open his eyes, he could roughly guess what was going on.

I never expected that the first person to rush out would be my own bodyguard.

That's incredibly dedicated.

With the two bodyguards on the scene, Xu Zhiyuan, Jiang Ci, and the others had no chance to fight back, since the bodyguards were much larger than them.

The two bodyguards, their faces grave, walked step by step toward the group of tourists.

Having been mercenaries, they have exceptionally keen hearing.

They could even identify who had just spoken those words condemning the banquet.

"You, you, and you, come out!" The bodyguard pointed at the men inside.

"What...what do you want to do?" Although these men were also tall and strong, how could they compare to the battle-hardened bodyguards?

They were trembling like leaves when they saw the two big guys approaching with ill intentions.

"Hurry up, didn't you hear me?" the bodyguard yelled again. "Weren't you always so good at gossiping?"

Another bodyguard grabbed one of the men by the collar. "We love to carry the young master up ourselves. What, no one serves you like this? Jealous? You're full of jealousy, disgusting."

The arrested men were terrified; they hadn't expected the bodyguard to be so fierce and protective of his master.

The sedan chair carriers couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to speak.

"You lot don't spend a single penny of your own money, so what gives you the right to stand on your moral high ground and criticize others? We make our living this way, and if you all drive us away with your insults, how are we supposed to support our families?!"

The sedan bearers took a breath and continued.

"All you ever do is talk about feeling sorry for us. If you feel sorry for us, why don't you give us money? We haven't even complained about how hard it is, but you act like you're so generous. Besides satisfying your own vanity, you don't help us at all!"

Perhaps he urgently needed money, but the sedan chair carrier had all his customers driven away by this group of people who claimed to be morally superior, leaving him with only a lonely sedan chair for company...

"Wow, this bodyguard is so handsome." Song Zhen thought that the most handsome men are those who step forward when problems arise.

"Where did Brother Zhu find such a loyal and protective bodyguard?" Song Zhen's words were full of envy.

"Xiao Song, you'd better not even think about it. The bodyguards around Brother Yan are not only all former mercenaries, but their biggest characteristic is that they are fiercely protective of their master." Lu Ze patted Song Zhen on the shoulder, expressing his understanding of his envy.

"My devoted Xiao Song, please wait another lifetime!"

Song Qian: ●︿●

After the two bodyguards scolded them, they dragged them in front of Zhu Yan and demanded that they apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young master. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against us gossipy people."

"..."

Without the bodyguards forcing them, the group of people knelt on the ground and kowtowed on their own.

Zhu Yan waved to the bodyguards, and then let them go.

In the second half, when everyone was exhausted, they should have remained silent, but unexpectedly they became even more boisterous.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Your Highness, you're not up to par."

Xu Zhiyuan leaned in to mock her, but Jiang Ci pushed him away, saying, "Are you crazy?"

"..."

After all that playful bickering, the group finally reached the summit.

The sedan chair bearers came to collect the sedan chair. "Gentlemen, we are very grateful for your patronage, but this trip was really just to rent a sedan chair to you. How about... how about you pay 1000? It's really unworthy of such a large sum of money."

"How much did you give?" Zhu Yan asked Shen Yan.

"2." Shen Yan was about to take out his phone. "1000? What about your son with cancer?"

The sedan bearers were taken aback, seemingly not expecting that Shen Yan had overheard their words.

"I……"

Thinking of his son, he wavered.

"Don't pay anymore." Zhu Yan called out to Shen Yan, then turned to ask the sedan chair bearers.

"Which hospital is your son in? What's his name?"

"The Ren'ai Hospital in Wushan City, name... name Zhen Jianqiang."

The sedan chair carrier was somewhat puzzled, thinking that this important person had changed his mind.

After all, he could tell that everyone was focused on celebrating the banquet.

"If 1000 isn't enough, how about... 500?" The sedan chair carrier panicked and looked at Shen Yan in fear.

But Shen Yan shook his head at him.

The sedan chair carriers didn't understand; they certainly knew what Zhu Yan was planning to do.

Zhu Yan didn't speak to him again, but turned around, made a phone call, and chatted for a few minutes.

"The surgery has been arranged. Go to the hospital to visit your son these next few days; he must miss you a lot." Zhu Yan put away her phone, resolving the sedan chair carrier's doubts.

"Really...really?" The sedan chair bearers were clearly incredulous. After a long while, they finally recovered from their joy and immediately knelt down to kowtow to Zhu Yan. "Thank you, thank you! I've met a Bodhisattva! My son is saved!"

Zhu Yan grabbed the sedan bearer's arm and pulled him up from the ground. "It's alright, get up. You don't need to worry about the subsequent expenses. Just take good care of the child."

Zhu Yan's gaze, however, fell on another sedan chair carrier, who looked slightly younger.

His eyes held both envy and satisfaction.

"Pay him the money," Zhu Yan instructed Shen Yan.

Zhu Yan initially didn't let Shen Yan pay because he noticed that the older sedan chair carrier didn't seem to know how to use a smartphone.

The clumsy movements are a sign of being out of touch with the times.