(A beautiful picture of Jiang Nannan)
Tang Ya leaned against the table with her arms crossed, watching the lively crowd with deliberately feigned annoyance in her voice:
"Lin Ye, you can't play favorites. Ju Zi's already in line, and the rest of us are still waiting."
Jiang Nannan stood beside her, her long golden hair falling over her shoulder. She said nothing, merely giving a slight nod. The curve of her lips was faint, but her meaning was clear.
Ning Tian stood at the edge of the crowd, maintaining the reserve expected of the Young Master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
She held herself with dignity, her tone carrying the calm of someone "merely stating the facts":
"By rights, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's legacy needs an heir too."
After speaking, she looked away, but the faint pink at the tips of her ears gave her away.
Wu Feng stood behind her. Her short red hair had grown to her shoulders. She glanced at Ning Tian, curled her lip, and muttered:
"Young Master, you make it sound like a business deal."
Ning Tian ignored her and merely raised her chin another half inch.
Zhang Lexuan leaned against the doorframe, watching the noisy room.
Her gaze moved from Ju Zi's faintly flushed face to Lin Ye, surrounded by several women. A trace of longing mingled with the warmth in her eyes, one she had barely noticed herself.
She did not join them. She just stood there and smiled softly.
Caught in the middle, Lin Ye listened to the overlapping cries of "Me too," "Don't play favorites," and "When's my turn?" He raised a hand helplessly, signaling everyone to quiet down.
He turned to Ju Zi, his tone growing more serious:
"Ju Zi, you shouldn't overwork yourself in early