“Long Qi!” Long Ba abandoned his usual composure and raised a hand to shove Long Qi.

Long Qi straightened his back and rapped Long Ba on the head: “Was what I said not the truth?”

“Didn’t Miss Jiu’er tell us to enjoy ourselves while we can? If you like someone, then like them—it doesn’t affect marching to war.”

“Long Qi is right.” Feng Jiu’er nodded with a smile. “No one is a saint; everyone has the seven emotions and six desires.”

“Just like Ninth Imperial Uncle and I, we—”

“Miss Jiu’er, are you going to show off your love again?” Long Shiyi asked with a smile.

Feng Jiu’er covered her lips and laughed, looking toward the courtyard gate.

“When did your Eleventh Brother become so clever?”

“Long Shiyi, are you really together with Xing’er?” Long Qi raised an eyebrow.

“Xing’er is still young, don’t you all talk nonsense!” Long Shiyi said, displeased, shooting Long Qi a glance.

“Xing’er, your Eleventh Brother is looking for you.” Feng Jiu’er waved toward the entrance.

Long Shiyi shot to his feet and turned to look toward the gate.

He spotted Gong Xing’er in the crowd at a glance, then abruptly withdrew his gaze and sat back down.

“Was my voice a little too loud just now?” Long Shiyi looked at Long Ba, somewhat at a loss.

Long Ba rolled his eyes and ignored him.

“I know Ninth Imperial Uncle is rather strict, but with me, there aren’t so many rules.” Feng Jiu’er’s gaze shifted, looking toward the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders.

“My people are back. Everyone, seize the chance, fall in love properly—I won’t intrude any further.”

When Gong Xinyue and the others entered, they happened to hear Feng Jiu’er’s baffling words.

They watched Feng Jiu’er leave, then looked at the twelve handsome men drinking and chatting merrily, and all stopped in their tracks.

“Xing’er, there’s your favorite braised meat.” Long Shiyi waved his long arm.

“Come on over, there’s food here.” Long Wu also waved to the girls with a smile.

Gong Xinyue led the group over.

The Twelve Flying Dragon Riders each had outstanding physiques and looks that were off the charts—there was simply no such thing as an ugly one among them.

Moreover, for them to have stood out among hundreds of thousands of people, it certainly wasn’t just their looks that mattered.

The twelve of them each had their own distinct personalities, but all were men worth entrusting one’s life to.

Rather than saying it was them who should seize the chance, it would be more accurate to say it was the sisters of Tianji Hall who should seize the chance.

When it came to a woman choosing a husband, it was still very important—one fewer good man really did mean one fewer good man.

Leaving the group of young men and women behind, Feng Jiu’er went to knock on Yang Sheng’s door.

“Who is it?” Shen Rong’er’s voice came from inside the room.

“Rong’er, it’s me. I came to see how Yang Sheng is recovering,” Feng Jiu’er said softly.

“Jiu’er, wait a moment, I’ll be right there.” Shen Rong’er’s voice was somewhat hurried.

Feng Jiu’er said nothing and stood in front of the door.

Soon, the door was pulled open from inside, and Shen Rong’er appeared before Feng Jiu’er with her sleeves rolled up.

“Jiu’er, I just finished bathing Yang Sheng, please come in!”

Feng Jiu’er nodded and stepped inside.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, stood up.

“Miss Jiu’er.”

“Sit and talk.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand.

“Brother Yang, just stay seated.” Shen Rong’er went over and helped support him.

Yang Sheng nodded and sat back down at the edge of the bed.

“Rong’er told me everything. Thank you for that day—for saving me and Jian Yi.”

“You were gravely wounded saving my Third Imperial Brother. If anyone should be giving thanks, it should be me.”

Feng Jiu’er came to the chair by the bed and sat down.

Shen Rong’er took out a handkerchief and placed it on the small table.

Yang Sheng placed his hand on the tabletop and said softly, “Miss Jiu’er, I’m troubling you!”