The Emperor Returns

Yan Qingcheng shifted farther inside, making room for Zhu Juntang to sit beside her. Usually, after Zhu Juntang had been dealt with, she would still crowd around Liu Chang'an, but sometimes she would sit beside Yan Qingcheng first and fiercely condemn Liu Chang'an's brutality and inhumanity.

In this regard, Yan Qingcheng could not help admiring Liu Chang'an. How could he bring himself to lay hands on a fairy-level girl as beautiful and adorable as Zhu Juntang?

In his hands, Zhu Juntang was like all kinds of insects caught by children—longhorn beetles, katydids, hard-shelled bugs—played with and tormented at will, ultimately unable to escape death.

Actually, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to take it, so Yan Qingcheng could not say much. But now that she was Zhu Juntang's tutor, having spent more time with her, she had lost that distant feeling of keeping respectfully away from a wealthy heiress. She felt that Zhu Juntang was actually very cute, like an immature child—slightly mischievous, yet utterly endearing.

Zhu Juntang gave people a much better feeling than her younger cousin. No matter how much money she was paid, Yan Qingcheng felt that Su Nanxiu carried an icy air that forced people to keep their distance.

"What happened today?" Yan Qingcheng gently stroked Zhu Juntang's back. Liu Chang'an was really no human being. Look at her, crying like a child whose New Year's money had been confiscated, whose hand had been blown up by firecrackers, who had rolled around in muddy water in new clothes, and then gotten a beating.

"Liu... Liu Chang'an bullied me again." Zhu Juntang's shoulders trembled. A person could be stubborn and strong, but when gentleness came their way, they only felt even more aggrieved.

Liu Chang'an was not a qualified stepfather at all. What