Yan Shang led his sister back to her room and poured tea for her. Holding his cup, he studied his sister while carefully choosing his words.

Yan Xiaozhou was a girl as delicate and beautiful as a flower, with fair skin, crimson lips, and jet-black eyes. She was like the spring sunshine of tomorrow, her eyes sparkling when she smiled, without a trace of worldly wear.

Her beauty was different from Yan Shang’s wife’s enchanting allure. Mu Wanyao was bewitching and captivating, yet remained emotionally distant; while Yan Xiaozhou possessed a gentle tenderness, willing to turn back for you.

People’s appreciation of young ladies tended more toward Yan Xiaozhou’s type. For they felt they could never handle women like Mu Wanyao, but believed they could manage someone like Yan Xiaozhou.

Setting aside how strong-willed and stubborn Yan Xiaozhou actually was beneath her gentle exterior, Yan Shang knew that with his sister’s beauty and talents alone, she would never lack for suitors.

Especially given his considerable reputation in Chang’an.

So when their father entrusted his sister’s marriage arrangements to Yan Shang, he hadn’t interfered much with her affairs.

He had been far too busy, and although he had roughly heard from Mu Wanyao about the chance encounter between Yang Si and Yan Xiaozhou, he never thought the two would end up together, so he hadn’t inquired further.

Only tonight, looking at his sister’s face, did Yan Shang suddenly feel ashamed: he had been presumptuous, taking feelings too lightly. A story he thought had ended hadn’t concluded at all.

Fearing direct words might hurt his sister’s heart, Yan Shang asked gently: “Did you go to Jianna specifically to find Third Young Master? I heard from Yaoyao that you and he only knew each other for half a year. Xiaozhou, youthful infatuation shouldn’t be taken too seriously. As a young lady, traveling thousands of li to Jianna… and Third Young Master is a responsible person – given his current situation, even if you go, he absolutely won’t accept you, because he won’t want to implicate you.”

He paused, then continued: “In my heart, I know that people like Yang Third Young Master and Yaoyao naturally tend to be attracted to those who appear clean, beautiful, and simple. Because such people are different from those in their world – novelty brings fondness and creates illusions. But when returning to reality, they can appear quite heartless.

“I’m not saying Third Young Master is bad… but rather that people of their type aren’t the sort to disregard everything for love. For Third Young Master and Yaoyao, romance is important but not essential, because there are simply too many substitutes. Xiaozhou, our upbringing is different from theirs, and you’re a young lady… being so reckless is very likely to lead to hurt.”

Yan Xiaozhou’s face flushed red.

She had prepared for all of her brother’s possible objections – like their status being unmatched, or causing political suspicion, or disapproval of a lady traveling thousands of li for a man… but she hadn’t expected her brother to oppose her from this angle.

Yan Xiaozhou felt inner turmoil, her ear tips instantly turning red. Her brother was extremely perceptive of people’s hearts. She wanted to argue that wasn’t her intention, but looking at her brother’s gentle worried eyes, Yan Xiaozhou calmed down and reflected on her inner thoughts – perhaps she did have such intentions.

Yan Xiaozhou said softly: “Second Brother speaks this way, but does that mean you don’t love Sister-in-law? Do you find being with her tiring? Do you deny everything about your journey together?”

Yan Shang smiled.

He said gently: “It’s precisely because I’ve experienced it myself that I speak this way. Forgive my disposition. If it were your sister-in-law, she would certainly encourage you to boldly move forward, regardless of anything. As for myself… I don’t regret meeting your sister-in-law, nor do I regret all the trouble we went through to be together.

“But if we went back to the beginning if I didn’t remember her, I would still think this path very difficult, would still contemplate if it was worth it. I now think it was worth it, but that’s only because the outcome was good. After all, your sister-in-law was stubborn… Your sister-in-law’s persistence runs very deep, which is still different from Third Young Master.”

Yan Xiaozhou lowered her gaze, appearing to seriously consider Yan Shang’s words.

But after a moment, she raised her bright eyes, still determined: “I still want to go to Jianna.”

Yan Shang looked at her gently, saying nothing.

Yan Xiaozhou’s cheeks burned, but she gave a shy smile and said steadily: “Second Brother, what I think isn’t the same as what you imagine. The third Young Master left last month, and I’ve spent a month thinking before making this decision.

“I’m not acting on impulse or being recklessly fearless. On the contrary, I’ve thought about many things. Recently in Chang’an, I met a good friend, slightly older than me. She calls herself Zhao Lingfei and says her brother knows her.”

Yan Shang raised his eyebrows, smiling: “You’re talking about Fifth Lady.”

Yan Xiaozhou’s eyes curved like autumn pools, her naturally gentle voice becoming more lively when speaking of her new friend: “Yes, it’s her. She’s an extremely bold person. She said when she was young, she even pursued her brother and was made to cry by her sister-in-law.”

Yan Shang shook his head and smiled.

Yan Xiaozhou continued: “And later, to escape an arranged marriage, she alone chased after the diplomatic mission, leaving Great Wei for four years, only recently returning to Chang’an.”

Yan Xiaozhou became lost in thought, saying quietly: “Second Brother, I really admire her courage. Second Brother, you’re a man, you’ve never experienced the kind of internal struggle we girls have. You would only think Lingfei is very bold, worthy of admiration, but you don’t know how deeply she has affected me. She made me think about what kind of life I want.

“Do I want to stay obediently in Chang’an, honestly following my brother’s arrangements, marrying and having children early, or do I want to decide my path?

“What kind of life do I want, what do I want to do? Brother, can you understand what I’m hesitating about?”

A light flickered in Yan Shang’s eyes as he thought of his wife Mu Wanyao, who was never content to stay at home – even after marriage, Mu Wanyao never sat at home being a virtuous wife; Liu Ruzhu, though she followed her father to Hexi after marriage, actually went to protect ancient book manuscripts; Zhao Lingfei impetuously escaped marriage for several years, even leaving Great Wei entirely; and Yan Xiaozhou… seemed to not like the life of a virtuous wife and mother either.

Yan Shang was confused, but vaguely understood their difficulties. Though he might not fully comprehend, Yan Shang had one virtue – he was good at listening and respecting others’ lives.

So Yan Shang asked: “You’re going to Jianna isn’t entirely for Yang Third Young Master?”

Yan Xiaozhou smiled, her eyes bright: “I knew Second Brother would understand. I don’t necessarily have to be with Third Young Master in any particular way, I just think it’s a pity – even as an old friend, I think it’s a shame about Third Young Master. Even if Second Brother were in my position now, you surely wouldn’t abandon your old friend. Hasn’t Second Brother ever encouraged your old friends, made some effort for them?”

Yan Shang smiled slightly, saying nothing.

The tea he held had already grown cold, just as some people who walk away never return.

He had made efforts for Liu Wenji, but by now, Yan Shang had given up on this old friend.

But Yan Xiaozhou remained determined yet gentle: “I’ve thought it through carefully. I’ve asked my sister-in-law for help. After reaching Jianna, I plan to study medicine, work with herbs, and see what I can do. I don’t know what the future holds, but I want to try what I can.

“I want to accompany Third Young Master through this most difficult time, help him overcome his troubles until he stands up again. Second Brother, what do court struggles and throne succession have to do with the Third Young Master? The former Crown Prince is gone, the Third Young Master’s affairs in Chang’an are finished, and his new path is just beginning.

“I want to find my path, and also witness his path. I’m not trying to marry him, I’m supporting him as a friend. What does it matter if he’s exiled to Jianna, never to return to Chang’an?

“That’s not Third Young Master’s life.

“Brother, there’s a poem that goes: ‘New Feng wine worth ten thousand cash, in Xianyang how many years among the gallant youth. Meeting with kindred spirits I drink to you, tying horses by the high tower beside hanging willows.’

“This is Yang’s Third Young Master’s life. But this is only the first half of Yang’s Third Young Master’s life.

“And the second half of Yang Third Young Master’s life should be – ‘Born to serve Han as a Palace Guard, first following the cavalry to battle at Yuyang. Who knew the frontier’s hardships would be welcome, even in death the scent of chivalrous bones remains.’

“He should belong to the ‘knights-errant,’ should go to the frontier, should become a general. This is his true life!

“And I just want to accompany him, encourage him, support him… help him emerge sooner, walk toward what he’s truly meant to be.”

Yan Xiaozhou lifted her face – in the candlelight, the girl’s features were beautiful and fresh, clean and pure. Light danced in her eyes, her heart containing depths. She was not a simple, naive young lady who needed protection for life.

Yan Shang had never so clearly realized that his sister – whom he had coddled, loved, held, embraced, and cared for many years – had truly grown up. He couldn’t control her, couldn’t bind her. He should give her a path to walk, and if she was right, he should support her.

Yan Shang stood up, his robes sweeping the ground. He reached out to stroke his sister’s hair, his fingers falling on her elegant, flying eyebrows.

Yan Shang said: “Go find the Third Young Master.”

Yan Xiaozhou’s eyes brightened. Zhao Lingfei had a father who didn’t understand her, but Yan Xiaozhou had a second brother who supported her.

Yan Shang continued: “But you’re a young lady alone outside – I still worry. Let Han Shuxing follow you, protect you. When you reach Jianna, write to me often. Xiaozhou, no one knows what the future holds, just walk the path you choose. If you need anything, come find me.

“I only have one sister. Between family, there’s no need for words – brother always wishes the best for you.”

Yan Xiaozhou asked softly: “Would you say the same if I never marry?”

Yan Shang paused, then smiled. He said: “You’re so young, saying such things is excessive. We’ll discuss it later. If that’s truly what you want… though I might not understand, I can still listen to your reasoning.”

Yan Xiaozhou smiled, eyes growing moist, thinking how fortunate she was to have such a good second brother. She called out “Second Brother” again more chokingly, throwing herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly.

—

After Yan Xiaozhou left, things didn’t become more relaxed for Yan Shang.

He wanted to coax Mu Wanyao back, but the new emperor immediately arranged a new position for him – Zhongshu Sheren, concurrent with Tongpingzhang Shi.

For a time, the entire court buzzed with discussion. Yan Shang had merit in saving the emperor and should have been promoted earlier. Even now was rather late. However, Yan Shang’s new position had many noteworthy aspects –

Yan Shang kept his old position; the new emperor still had Yan Shang serve as Libu Kaogong Lang, meaning he still managed the Ministry of Personnel;

The new emperor added the position of Zhongshu Sheren. Zhongshu Sheren belonged to the Central Secretariat, meaning that going round and round, Yan Shang had returned to the Central Secretariat. Zhongshu Sheren was a high-ranking position of the fifth grade, directly serving the emperor, and generally, all past prime ministers had to serve in this position at some point.

More interesting was the new emperor’s concurrent appointment for Yan Shang – Tongpingzhang Shi.

Tongpingzhang Shi essentially meant about the same as the Prime Minister. Generally, those concurrently appointed as Tongpingzhang Shi entered the ranks of ministers and would be addressed as “Ministers.” But Yan Shang clearly couldn’t be considered a proper prime minister – because although he held the concurrent position of Tongpingzhang Shi, his main position was Zhongshu Sheren. While Zhongshu Sheren was not in a low position, he wasn’t qualified compared to the Prime Minister.

After his promotion, Yan Shang’s status as Tongpingzhang Shi allowed him to enter the Policy-Making Hall exclusive to prime ministers, but his position as Zhongshu Sheren meant he had no right to speak; his status as Zhongshu Sheren made him just a fifth-grade official, while the Tongpingzhang Shi position made him “equal to a prime minister.”

In short, Yan Shang’s new position was at an awkward level.

He could be called a prime minister, yet also not.

The new emperor had played a word game with the late emperor’s edict – the late emperor wanted to give Yan Shang the position of prime minister, so “Tongpingzhang Shi” was indeed the prime minister. However the new emperor was unwilling to make Yan Shang prime minister, so he gave him Zhongshu Sheren according to his wishes.

As for how court officials should address Yan Shang – whether to call him “Minister” or use the usual forms of address – that wasn’t something the emperor would consider.

Yan Shang smiled at the edict: “So be it. It shows some clever thinking at least.”

That the new emperor could devise such a position showed he had some learning. Yan Shang held some expectations for the new emperor, and in the days ahead, he would inevitably be busy running between the Central Secretariat and the Ministry of Personnel.

Since the new emperor wanted him to serve well, he naturally submitted several memorials addressing the current court situation, to help the new emperor control affairs.

However, after Yan Shang’s memorials were submitted, there was no response.

The imperial response Yan Shang received wasn’t the new emperor adopting his suggestions, but rather allowing a noble family to return to Chang’an – the Hai clan.

The Hai clan had little connection to Yan Shang, but back when Mu Wanyao wasn’t yet the current Princess Imperial of Danyang, her second brother had openly been killed by the Hai clan.

The Hai clan was consequently relocated from Chang’an, their family declining, future dimming, with none allowed to hold official positions.

This clan could be said to have a blood feud with Mu Wanyao, yet the new emperor had allowed them to return to Chang’an.

Yan Shang remained silent, throwing his newly written memorial to the emperor into the fireplace. He inwardly assessed how the new emperor both elevated and guarded against him, his methods so wishy-washy, straightforwardly distasteful.

The new emperor had learned the late emperor’s paranoia, but lacked the late emperor’s grand vision – only knowing how to use such irritating petty tactics.

Yan Shang pondered alone in the darkness for a while, until the water clock marked the hour. Having sat for too long, his legs had grown numb. Coming to his senses, he supported himself on the desk to stand, frowning for a moment before asking Yunshu outside the study: “So late – hasn’t Her Highness returned to the residence yet?”

Yunshu answered sheepishly: “My lord was working earlier, and you’ve instructed that when you’re busy unless it’s extremely urgent, we shouldn’t disturb you until you’ve finished your work. So I didn’t tell you – half an hour ago, Her Highness sent word that she wouldn’t return to sleep, telling you not to wait for her.”

Yan Shang was stunned.

Then he said: “She hasn’t returned for ten days.”

Yunshu knew the couple was quarreling and could only remain silent.

Yan Shang showed slight annoyance: “The Hai clan’s return to Chang’an is such a major matter – won’t she return to discuss it with me?”

He put on his outer robe and pushed open the wooden door, coming face-to-face with Yunshu at the entrance. Under Yunshu’s steady gaze, Yan Shang coughed once: “Is she resting at Princess Yuyang’s residence today, or staying at some other villa?”

Because of her own brother’s treason, Princess Yuyang hadn’t received the position of Princess Imperial, remaining just a princess as she had been during the late emperor’s time.

In this new emperor’s reign, only Mu Wanyao held the title of Princess Imperial.

The former Princess Imperial of Luling was now the Grand Princess Imperial of Luling. The title sounded impressive, but she had no power or influence. The Grand Princess Imperial of Luling spent her days sulking at home in self-imposed seclusion, reportedly recently so bored that she was secretly meeting with handsome young men.

Seeing his lord seemingly about to go out again to fetch the princess, Yunshu felt some sympathy. He said: “My lord, why bother going? You won’t be able to bring her back, Her Highness won’t pay attention to you – it only invites mockery.”

Yan Shang’s face grew warm.

He turned his face aside, saying: “Don’t talk nonsense, quickly prepare the carriage.”

Being so reserved, he couldn’t tell others how he lay lonely in bed, missing Mu Wanyao. Before marriage, he had been used to sleeping alone and thought nothing of it. But now with her away for just a few days, he felt empty, even more unable to sleep each night.

Perhaps he had always secretly delighted in her teasing approaches – when she ignored him, he would become anxious and uneasy, uncomfortable everywhere.

—

Yan Shang still hadn’t managed to get Mu Wanyao to return.

She was truly angry this time – even when Yan Shang softly promised he could request leave, she just fanned herself and watched the opera with others, deliberately ignoring him.

Yan Shang was at a loss.

He was gentle and kind, beloved by all, yet he didn’t know how to please Mu Wanyao. He was skilled at reading people’s thoughts and expressions, but her temperament was peculiar. If she wouldn’t love him, his humbling himself was useless – he only felt dull and bland, not knowing what to do.

Having no choice, Yan Shang could only report to Princess Yuyang’s residence three times a day, requesting Mu Wanyao to return.

—

Princess Yuyang now relied on Mu Wanyao’s care – since Mu Wanyao was willing to stay at her place, helping support her, she naturally welcomed it.

Mu Wanyao loved to play and make merry. Princess Yuyang finally witnessed her sister’s capabilities – watching opera and appreciating flowers without neglecting anything; receiving a line of officials one moment, never letting go of state affairs; giving not even a glance to her consort Yan Shang when he came to plead.

Princess Yuyang was amazed.

Seeing Yan Shang gently coaxing Mu Wanyao to return – such a refined and elegant person, so proper and dignified in front of others, yet privately pleading with Mu Wanyao like this – Princess Yuyang felt embarrassed herself.

Having received gifts from Yan Shang and been pleasantly entreated by him, while Mu Wanyao was watching opera, she took the initiative to speak on his behalf: “…I know sister has a misunderstanding with the Consort. But sister has been acting up for so long – continuing like this fails to give a face to the Consort. When a man can’t maintain his dignity and temporarily strays from his path, you’ll regret it too late.”

Mu Wanyao waved her feather fan, intently watching the opera. Yet she wasn’t watching the performance, but rather the competing beauties on stage – the opera performers wearing heavy makeup. When one act finished, Mu Wanyao had the performers come down and remove their makeup, carefully examining their figures and features.

While studying the new emperor’s tastes.

When she had seen enough, Mu Wanyao pointed out several performers: “Sister, I like these few – I’ll take them back to the princess’s residence for training, you don’t mind, right?”

Princess Yuyang was startled, saying she didn’t mind. She worried inwardly, seeing Mu Wanyao fixating on these young boys and girls, clearly looking like she meant to surround herself with beauties.

Princess Yuyang again urged Mu Wanyao to settle down, tactfully reminding her: “How can a few opera performers be more important than the Consort? These children may be clean and beautiful, but how is the Consort lacking… You originally married Second Young Master Yan, and now he’s a high official of the court – how can you treat Second Young Master Yan this way?”

Mu Wanyao hadn’t realized Fourth Sister was suggesting she had feelings for the performers – her mind was on other matters. She said carelessly: “I know what I’m doing.”

She had to make Yan Shang think carefully, make him truly submit to her, and not just pay lip service while still not complying. Yan Shang was someone who would throw himself completely into official duties if he could, which alarmed and angered Mu Wanyao greatly.

She had repeatedly advised him not to exhaust himself – since he couldn’t manage it himself, she would use forceful methods to help him achieve it.

Then there was the current matter of the Hai clan’s return to Chang’an.

Mu Wanyao smiled, knowing everyone in Chang’an was waiting to see her make a fool of herself, to see her clash with the new emperor. But she deliberately wouldn’t… With the Hai clan’s return, perhaps the noble families hadn’t yet figured out her attitude. Why couldn’t Mu Wanyao draw the Hai clan to her side?

It was all politics.

Yesterday’s enemies could potentially become today’s friends.

Moreover, the Hai clan, bearing the guilt of framing a former prince, would likely be very cautious themselves. Better to wait and see their attitude first.

—

The new emperor was pleased that Mu Wanyao was reasonable – he had used the Hai clan to suppress Mu Wanyao’s influence, yet she hadn’t come to argue with him.

The new emperor was just learning to balance various powers, trying to maintain a balance like the late emperor. Yan Shang had submitted several memorials to him – truthfully, he found them exhausting to read… feeling Yan Shang managed too much, feeling Yan Shang treated him like a child.

The new emperor was displeased, disliking how his official was teaching him how to govern hand in hand. So he tossed Yan Shang’s memorials aside and ignored them, yet knowing Yan Shang’s great abilities, he continued to use him.

Thus Yan Shang held multiple positions, growing increasingly busy. The emperor gave him everything to do while not trusting him, just taking for granted that someone of Yan Shang’s temperament would naturally be selfless, serving him with complete devotion.

The new emperor had never seen such a useful official as Yan Shang.

Obedient, not overstepping, handling everything properly. Since using Yan Shang, the new emperor felt his control over the court had greatly increased.

Liu Wenji reminded the new emperor: That wasn’t His Majesty’s control increasing, but rather Second Young Master Yan helping him control things – it was his control that had increased.

The new emperor didn’t care, feeling Liu Wenji was merely jealous. The position of the emperor made anyone inflate – once enjoying the benefits, they felt it was natural. The new emperor’s initial imperial timidity gradually receded, and now he was beginning to learn to enjoy the emperor’s privileges.

—

Rumors spread through Chang’an, saying the Princess Imperial of Danyang now loved watching opera, keeping several beautiful performers, and having them sing for her daily. When Princess Yuyang couldn’t stand it anymore, the Princess Imperial of Danyang simply stayed at her villa, with music and song every night, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Completely forgetting her consort.

Everyone deeply sympathized with Yan Shang.

At first, Yan Shang hadn’t heard such rumors – just the hesitant looks people gave him when they saw him made him wonder. Not until his teacher, Minister Liu, specifically called him over and tactfully asked about his married life did Yan Shang realize, though embarrassed, that Mu Wanyao must have stirred up something.

With Yan Shang’s abilities, naturally, just a slight inquiry revealed that all of Chang’an was spreading tales of the Princess Imperial of Danyang’s romantic affairs, saying how he had lost her favor.

Yan Shang couldn’t help but laugh, finding the rumors too ridiculous.

How could Mu Wanyao be that kind of person?

She must have some other reason – she wouldn’t treat him that way.

—

This afternoon, Yan Shang returned to the princess’s residence, habitually asking where Mu Wanyao was. The couple hadn’t properly spent time together for a month, and Yan Shang had intended to return early today to discuss the Hai matter with Mu Wanyao, to discuss her recent rumors.

Though he trusted her character, she couldn’t let these kinds of rumors spread about him.

When Yan Shang returned, he saw Qiusi, who was now Mu Wanyao’s maid. When he entered the room to change clothes and saw Qiusi, his eyes lifted slightly. Sure enough, Qiusi bowed upon seeing him, saying softly: “Her Highness is in the residence today.”

Yan Shang was pleasantly surprised.

He didn’t bother changing clothes, fearing that if he delayed a moment, she would leave again. He went straight to find her, hearing she was watching opera in the back garden. He frowned slightly but didn’t think much of it.

Autumn’s mood grew thick throughout the garden, maples of red and willow green mixing together, the combination between red and green especially enchanting and beautiful.

At the moon gate, Yan Shang saw a beautiful lady sleeping with her arm as pillow on a beauty couch before a screen. Her cloud-like hair was loose, clothes slightly disheveled, face somewhat flushed – probably from drinking again.

Mu Wanyao lay with closed eyes, while not far away, a performer in heavy makeup waved a duster, dancing and singing.

The garden was quiet and warm, romantic and affectionate.

Yan Shang felt a slight sting in his heart but forcefully suppressed it, telling himself she was just watching opera, nothing more.

Just as he thought this, the performer had finished singing, the garden growing quiet as the performer walked to the princess’s couch and knelt down. Mu Wanyao hadn’t opened her eyes, unknown if drunk or asleep.

The performer boldly knelt before the princess for a long while, gazing at her longingly. He suddenly lowered his head, gently taking the princess’s hand, and softly kissing Mu Wanyao’s hand.

At the moon gate, under the green shade, Yan Shang’s face instantly changed.

—

The performer held the princess’s hand passionately, wanting to confess his feelings to her. Of humble birth, he only wished to climb up to the princess, finally finding an opportunity… but unfortunately, the princess was asleep.

As the performer was about to lower his head for another kiss, his shoulder was gripped from behind.

He stiffly turned his head to see a youth in a jade crown and brocade robes, dazzling with ornaments, standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder.

This youth’s features were gentle, but his expression wasn’t very pleasant. He seemed to be suppressing something as he said softly: “Get down.”

The performer was unwilling, relying on the princess’s favor: “Who are you to dare offend the princess, what right do you have to tell me to get down…”

Yan Shang stared at this youth of only about ten years, sat down on Mu Wanyao’s couch, suddenly lowered his head to embrace the sleeping lady, and kissed her lips.

The youth’s eyes widened.

Seeing that youth kiss the princess, as the princess seemed to struggle uncomfortably, the youth held her waist, not letting go even as she mumbled and whimpered indistinctly. Mu Wanyao’s trembling eyelashes opened to see Yan Shang’s face, momentarily extremely dazed.

Seeing her awake, his lips still hadn’t left her – instead, he bit her cheek, as if venting his anger.

Mu Wanyao: “Ouch!”

She was fully awake now, immediately pushing Yan Shang away, covering her cheek. She glared at him furiously, wondering how he dared bite her face.

Mu Wanyao shouted: “Are you crazy! Are you sick!”

The performer knelt on the ground, gleefully waiting for the princess to punish this bold madman so he could take his place.

But before the princess could say anything, that youth frowned at her. His gaze moved from her face to her hand that the performer had secretly kissed, saying: “How filthy – go wash up.”

Mu Wanyao instantly flew into a rage: “Who are you calling filthy?”

The performer: “…”