In the end, the two luxury coaches were allowed into the manor.
The Flying Spur, however, turned back toward Yang City first to take Mayor Zang and his group home.
Zhuang Haoyun watched the whole scene unfold, then let out a soft sigh and said to his son, "Master Feng's disciple is really something, huh?"
But that was not the end of it. After the two coaches stopped in the villa courtyard and everyone got off, Yang Yuxin walked over. "Everyone, gather around... listen up."
She was going to explain a few of the manor's rules—where they could go, where they could not, and which places required someone to guide them.
Yuan Zihao's three old friends did not pay much attention to that. They had visited plenty of tourist spots. In their view, every place ought to have rules—that was only right. Without rules, nothing could be properly governed.
But they did not think the rules should bind them. Their status and treatment were right there for all to see.
"Alright, young man," an elderly man said with a smile. "We understand everything you said. It's getting late, so arrange our rooms first."
Yang Yuxin paused and glanced at him. "Yuan Lao... didn't you tell everyone that lodging here is very limited?"
Yuan Zihao looked a little embarrassed. The older he got, the stronger his vanity became—just like they said, old people were like children.
Seeing that things were going badly, Li Ting hurriedly spoke up. "Yuxin, they're all friends of my dad's."
The two had been schoolmates and had known each other since then. They had even run into each other at the manor before, though Gu Jiahui had drunk Paraquat at the time, so Yang Yuxin had been too embarrassed to talk much with her.
But now, Yang