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

The ticket office at Wushan was bustling with people.

Xu Zhiyuan and the others sat under the tree to enjoy the cool shade, and instructed their bodyguards to queue up to buy tickets.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yan was experiencing a barrage of calls. The video went viral online, and Zhu Mobai and the others called one after another to ask if Zhu Yan was injured.

Suddenly, Lu Ze noticed something unusual at the entrance to the mountain.

"Brother Yan, look." Lu Ze pointed in that direction.

Zhu Yan looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Song Shihuan.

Surrounded by bodyguards, he rushed in without even buying a ticket.

The security guards at the entrance tried to stop them, but Zheng Bo threw several thousand yuan in their faces.

"That little prince from Country M is really arrogant and domineering." Xu Zhiyuan couldn't stand Song Shihuan's attitude. "Hey? Little Yanyan, I should have cleared the place out beforehand. Isn't this a bigger show than his?"

After Zhu Yan hung up the phone, she said, "Is Wushan, devoid of any human warmth, still considered a tourist destination?"

If that's the case, then Zhu Yan wouldn't have agreed to come hiking.

"Yeah, then what's the point of this mountain? Yuan-ge, stop acting like you're some kind of tycoon heir all the time." Lu Ze rolled his eyes at Xu Zhiyuan.

"I'm very down-to-earth. The key is whether our Crown Prince, who is adored every day, can tolerate it." Xu Zhiyuan was just joking, of course. He used to spend every day with Zhu Yan, and his life wasn't very flamboyant.

"What a joke! If the young master can stay, why can't I?" Jiang Ci didn't know that Zhu Yan wasn't born living in the Zhu family and being adored by thousands.

Compared to Jin Gui, what is he?

Xu Zhiyuan didn't explain to him, he just waited for him to make a fool of himself.

Just as Song Qian and Qin Ci returned from hunting, carrying two large bags of food, the tickets were bought.

Everyone: ...

"Brother Zhu, please don't look at me like that. I did my research beforehand. Once you get past the halfway point, there's plenty of instant noodles and bottled water up there."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Song Zhen quickly explained.

Zhu Yan didn't say anything, he just walked towards the mountain gate.

It was getting dark; the sun had already set, and the streetlights along the road were turning on one by one.

At first, Jiang Ci, Song Qian, and Qin Ci were able to stick close to Zhu Yan, chatting and laughing with him. But later, as their strength waned, they obediently shut their mouths.

"Hey, aren't you tired?" Qin Ci noticed that Shen Yan had been walking for half an hour without saying a word, panting, and asked curiously.

"If you're a man, don't cry and complain about being tired."

How could he not be tired? It's just that Shen Yan has a strong personality and doesn't easily complain about being tired.

"Oh," Qin Ci muttered, "But I'm still just a fragile little boy..."

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Shen Yan: ...

"Get lost." Shen Yan rolled her eyes at him.

Jiang Ci was so concerned with saving face that she suffered for it. Even though she was exhausted, she still insisted on staying by Zhu Yan's side.

Seeing that he was exhausted, Zhu Yan decided to let him rest and recuperate at the rest area halfway up the mountain.

"Young Master, you must be very tired after walking for so long. Let me give you a massage to relax your muscles." Jiang Ci quickly moved closer to Zhu Yan.

Sometimes, Xu Zhiyuan actually admired Jiang Ci. Even though he was exhausted, he still went to Zhu Yan's place to make his presence known.

"Get out of here, don't die here." Zhu Yan saw that the rosy color on Jiang Ci's face had disappeared, and kindly told him to rest, but Jiang Ci still insisted on coming closer to Zhu Yan.

"You weakling, get out of here. You're so weak, why are you still trying to curry favor?" Jiang Ci was already weak, but now he was even more frail. Xu Zhiyuan could lift him up with one hand.

Xu Zhiyuan sat down next to Zhu Yan, grabbed his legs and put them on his knees, massaging his calves to relieve fatigue.

After climbing for an hour and a half, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tired; his calves were a little sore. But Zhu Yan wasn't as exhausted as Jiang Ci; he could still persevere.

"Little Yanyan is different from you. You're too weak. I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming over." Xu Zhiyuan complained to Jiang Ci while massaging Zhu Yan.

Jiang Ci found a seat, unscrewed a bottle of water and drank it down in big gulps, too exhausted to argue with him anymore.

"As expected, what people online said was right. Wushan will teach every stubborn person a lesson."

Lu Ze, panting, sighed a few times.

Zhu Yan leaned against a stone pillar, enjoying Xu Zhiyuan's massage and the fruit Song Qian offered to her mouth, thoroughly enjoying herself.

But then, an unpleasant sound came from not far away.

"You're feeding this prince this garbage?" Song Shihuan pointed at the instant noodles Zheng Bo handed him, his anger blazing.

"Young Prince, this is all we have. Please make do with this and have a little." Zheng Bo didn't know either; there was nothing on the mountain except for instant noodles and compressed biscuits priced exorbitantly.

"I won't eat it! Zheng Bo, how dare you give me this garbage? Don't you want to die?" Song Shihuan frowned, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and disgust towards the instant noodles.

Zheng Bo was on the verge of tears. In this desolate wilderness, where was he supposed to find the luxurious dinner you wanted?

"How about we go down the mountain? I'll arrange dinner for you," Zheng Bo asked cautiously.

"No, I'm ordering you to go find me something to eat right now. You'll be in big trouble if I starve to death." Song Shihuan was just a spoiled child.

Zheng Bo: (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Why don't you just kill me?

Why is it so hard to be a person?

"Pfft, hahahahahahaha"

Lu Ze, who was sitting on the side watching the show, couldn't help but laugh, which successfully attracted the attention of Zheng Bo and Song Shihuan.

"Why do they have fruit? How come you can't get any? Are you useless?"

When Song Shihuan saw Song Zhen holding a box and sitting next to the banquet feeding him fruit, he became anxious.

Zheng Bo stared at them in disbelief.

I do not know either!

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Song Shihuan noticed him immediately. He was sitting on a bench in the pavilion, his hands on the backrest, his head against a stone pillar, with his legs on someone else's knees, enjoying a massage.

His expression was nonchalant, yet his demeanor was leisurely and content.

Why is it that, even though they're both climbing mountains, his situation looks like that of a disaster victim fleeing a catastrophe?

On the other hand, the banquet was like an emperor traveling incognito, where he was surrounded by admirers wherever he went.

But he was clearly the noble prince.

Zheng Bo recognized the man who was being flattered by everyone as the one who had hit them with his car earlier that day.

But he had no choice, nor could he let Song Shihuan go hungry, so he gritted his teeth and went over, "Ahem... sell us the fruit, and I won't hold what happened this afternoon against you."

Song Zhen didn't speak, but looked at Zhu Yan.

"Not for sale, get out." Qin Ci was the first to refuse, and she pulled the fruit on the table into her arms to protect it.

He carried it up here with great effort, how could he possibly sell it? He's not short of money.

"Don't push your luck." Since being gentle didn't work, Zheng Bo was ready to use a tougher approach.

But after taking only a few steps, he was stopped by Zhu Yan's two bodyguards.

It has to be said that mercenaries are extraordinary. Not only are they all over 190cm tall, but they are also strong and muscular. They look like they are not to be trifled with.

Zheng Bo instinctively stepped back.

I didn't notice it in the car this afternoon.

Looking at it now, this bodyguard must have been worth three people...

"Want it? Fine, have Song Shi call him over to beg me."

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Zheng Bo glared at Zhu Yan.

You really dare to say that.