Chapter 472: The Golden List Is Named, the Master Delegates His Disciples

In the Gu family’s main hall, the former matchmaker Aunt Chen sat astride the main seat like a general.

Gu Chang and Gu’s mother sat beside her, looking more like guests.

“I’ll say this plainly upfront—those matters with Miss Sun aren’t settled yet!” Aunt Chen glanced sideways at Gu Chang, her voice sharp, “I’ve offended the Sun family because of your son!”

“Yes! Yes!” Before Gu Chang could speak, Gu’s mother had already smiled apologetically, “Last time he was foolish; this time, we still rely on Aunt Chen.”

“You two will sleep here—put your belongings in your own cabinets!” Mu Xiang led them to the side, where the cabinets were built in compartments against the wall.

The moment she finished speaking, Gu Yucheng hung up the phone—clearly furious.

“How could this happen? What exactly happened?” Li Rui covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes fixed intently on the figure on the bed, her heart aching for Qianqian.

Because Shu Linyu was still injured and needed rest, the imperial enfeoffment rites were greatly simplified; Ming Shiwen had wished to accompany Shu Linyu back to Xiyu Garden, but Yin Eunuch from the Emperor’s side secretly passed word that the Emperor wished her to stay.

She knew well that Mingyuan disliked outsiders entering the estate; Zhou Zhou was already an exception, and only because of her.

Ling’er’s heart was struck—he had voiced exactly what she felt. Her confession had been sincere; even if she died now, she would have no regrets. But having it suddenly spoken aloud made her blush, and she quickly buried her head in Xiao Ran’s arms.

Xiao Ran’s reply was brief and clear; the frost on Ruan Mingyue’s face gradually melted, and she sighed inwardly—the boy had endured a great upheaval today, yet showed no despair, and was determined to correct his impulsive mistakes.

Jibujingwu couldn’t care less about Ci Lang, so he didn’t even want to speak to him—it wasn’t glamorous.

After arriving at Baicao Hall, the way they interacted felt so much like her own family that she couldn’t help thinking of her parents. She envied Mu Xiang—even though his parents were gone, the employer never treated him as an outsider; Uncle Bai and Aunt Yang treated him like their own child.

Zhang Jiazé clutched this second child, whom he had just met, weeping with joy. Overcome with emotion, he kept kissing the baby’s cheeks—soon, the child began to cry, his wails loud and piercing.

She had no time to ponder this strange emotion—her only desire was to hear Ning Shuiyue’s voice; how he answered didn’t matter.

Counting the needed rooms—he and Rong Wanxi would share one, Lei Ting and the others needed at least one, Lu Wanxi would have her own, and the four maids could squeeze into one—four rooms were just enough.

Seeing Shi Hui’s agreement, Ao Guang immediately ordered preparations, summoned the remaining guests as witnesses, and Ao Bing performed the master-disciple ceremony.

“Younger brother, don’t rush—you’ll know soon enough.” But when He Jin saw Zhao Yi approaching with a furious expression, his smug smile vanished. He scanned Zhao Yi’s attire, noticing the water stains, and his gaze shifted as if he had just realized something.

Outside the main hall’s door, Shi Yao saw the Prince of Wei scanning the area, searching for a path down the mountain.

Deep down, she was reluctant and inwardly groaned—she actually hoped these people would come search. Better still, if they found some incriminating things belonging to Lu Caixi. If Lu Caixi fell, she wouldn’t have to serve in Xianglai Courtyard anymore. Even if she had to become a menial laborer, she didn’t want to endure such suffering.

This strange emotion startled her—hadn’t she heard someone say the same thing to her before? But when she tried to recall, she found nothing.

“Sssss!! So complicated?!” Captain Song sucked in a sharp breath—he never imagined the tomb of the Talin tribe would be this intricate.