Chapter 162

"Xiao Ling! When did you arrange for Su Meng to come give the lecture?"

Come give a lecture? Now everyone's buzzing.

Bai Xiao Ling immediately stood up and spoke with deep respect.

"Teacher, today is the final day of the second season's program."

"I arranged for him to come tomorrow—I'll meet him at the airport…"

"No way!" Hu Zhengyuan waved his hand and cut her off.

"I can't wait any longer—you go right now!"

"Watch him nonstop for twenty-four hours. Not a single second out of your sight until he arrives tomorrow!"

Huh? Bai Xiao Ling froze in shock.

Watch him nonstop for twenty-four hours? Not a single second out of sight?

What do I do when he sleeps? What do I do when he goes to the bathroom?

I'm so panicked…

…

Qin Qianyan slipped quietly out of the lecture hall.

She went to a deserted corner and pulled out her phone.

"Captain, you absolutely must come to the Capital Yinyuexue Academy tomorrow!"

"What's wrong?" A refined voice came from the other end.

"It's too complicated to explain right now—just know that if you're late, you won't even catch hot shit!"

What? The person on the other end was stunned.

"Qian Yan, is that you? Why are you speaking so…?"

"I'll ask you once—are you coming or not?!" Qin Qianyan snapped.

"If you don't come tomorrow, I'm running off with someone else!"

"Do whatever you want!"

"Beep-beep-beep…"

On the other end of the line, a middle-aged man stared blankly.

Several people beside him twitched their lips.

Captain, why did you turn on speakerphone? Are we supposed to hear this?

A moment later, the phone chimed and sent a video.

This time, the middle-aged man didn't dare be careless—he put on headphones before opening it.

Moments later, he slammed his fist on the desk and leapt to his feet, eyes blazing red.

"Now! Immediately! Right now!"

"Gather everyone in the orchestra, grab your instruments, and follow me—we're storming the Capital Yinyuexue Academy!"

What? The others were stunned.

One man quickly grabbed his arm.

"Captain, don't act rashly!"

"If Sister-in-law has found true love, let her go—don't do anything stupid…"

"What the hell!" The captain was furious.

"Do you think I'm going to fight someone?"

"I'm going to grab some hot food… damn it! I'm going to steal the composition!"

"I can't explain it—just watch the video I sent you!"

Moments later, a group of artists burst out of the office.

Each had bloodshot eyes, howling wildly, radiating murderous intent.

Seeing this, the cleaning lady jumped back in fright.

These artists… have they all gone mad?

(of Li…

Qin Qianyan turned around and saw a man sneaking in a corner, making a phone call.

Qin Qianyan instantly flew into a rage.

"Fourth Brother, what are you doing?"

The man smiled nervously and spoke cautiously.

"Senior Sister, uh… I… I'm… just… on a blind date."

Qin Qianyan stared at him fiercely, her eyes brimming with killing intent.

"If you dare play games with Senior Sister, I'll purge you from the sect."

"No no no!" The man bowed repeatedly until Qin Qianyan left, then picked up his phone again.

"Captain, hurry! If you don't come soon, the Capital Folk Orchestra will be taken over by someone else…"

His vision suddenly darkened—Qin Qianyan stood right before him…

…

"Master, here's today's red envelope—don't think it's too little."

The eunuch beamed with joy, holding several large red envelopes.

This ragtag troupe has incredible talent!

To have such a troupe perform at your son's wedding—that's real prestige!

I heard she's even a big star?

No wonder she could become a big star — that skill is absolutely amazing!

Su Meng waved his hand and flatly refused him.

"That won't do. We agreed beforehand — today we take the job for free, just a big banquet will do."

He pointed at the three top actresses again and explained.

"Mainly it's because they wanted to eat a big banquet, so I brought them along."

What? The whole crowd was dumbfounded.

So you slaughtered your way through the entire wedding with a single erhu, just to freeload a big banquet?

Many people's gazes instinctively turned toward the three top actresses, and whispers rose up.

"That thinnest one is really handsome — I think she's the best match for Master."

"No way, the one with the big rice bowl is the best match — big rice bowl, the kids will eat their fill."

"The short one is the best match — thick legs, can do the work!"

Hearing the uncles and aunties' chatter, the three top actresses were completely dumbfounded.

Where did this sudden feeling of an Emperor choosing consorts come from?

Xiao Xiao Yueyue was also a bit dazed.

Even though it's got nothing to do with me, why do I suddenly feel like shouting "Greetings, Your Highness"?