New Script

Rouge and powder.

The greatest purpose of these things was to conceal the traces that time left upon one's face.

As for Bibi Dong recommending these items to Tang Yuehua, who was still young herself, the underlying motive was self-evident.

You are getting old; if you don't use something, you won't be able to compare to the youthful, collagen-rich, natural skin I possess.

Tang Yuehua, having read the subtext of that sentence, felt her teeth itch with irritation. The only pity was that she could do nothing to this Saintess of Spirit Hall, not even offer a retort.

However...

As one of the only two people among the three who actually possessed a brain.

Tang Yuehua naturally sensed that the gazes Bibi Dong cast toward Lu Mingchuan were several times more frequent than those she directed at her.

You want Lu Mingchuan to stay here? Just watch if this sister lets you have your way.

Although she did not know what Bibi Dong's intentions were for wanting Lu Mingchuan to stay at Spirit Hall, Tang Yuehua was certainly not going to let her get her way so easily.

"Mingchuan, since Her Highness the Saintess is busy, how about I teach you some things that Her Highness definitely doesn't know?"

As Tang Yuehua spoke, she cast a suggestive wink at Bibi Dong.

[Things she doesn't know?]

[Are you kidding me? Is there anything you two have that I don't know about? My understanding of you both is comparable to that of a creator; even you don't understand yourselves as well as I do.]

[This is the strength of an unconventional Best Actor.]

Lu Mingchuan raised an eyebrow.

Did they really think he was just playing around when he kept resetting the script before?

There was nothing about these two women that he didn't know.

Upon hearing this, both of their faces flushed with embarrassment.

The words this bastard said were far too ambiguous.

What did he mean by knowing them better than they knew themselves?

"Alright, Sister Yuehua, stop teasing Mingchuan." Bibi Dong draped an arm over Tang Yuehua's shoulder. "You still have to open your domain with me for the entire day."

Tang Yuehua's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.

She was asking a waste, a waste with only nine levels of spirit power, to maintain a domain for a whole day.

Even a beast of burden wouldn't be worked like this!

Bibi Dong, you need a conscience when you do things!

However, yielding to the tyrannical power of the Spirit Hall Saintess, Tang Yuehua had no choice but to stay, nodding bitterly. "Right, Mingchuan, the Saintess and I hit it off immediately; you should just head back on your own."

Lu Mingchuan shrugged; he hadn't had any intention of following Tang Yuehua to Yue Pavilion anyway.

Wasn't going home better? Why would he want to go to that place that made him sleepy the moment he stepped inside?

"Fine, whatever works for you. I'll be heading off then."

The plotlines for Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang had already collapsed to this extent, but it didn't matter; he could draw a new script identity from his System.

Soon, he would be facing these protagonists with a new identity.

Without further words, Lu Mingchuan turned and left.

Bibi Dong shifted her gaze from him to Tang Yuehua, whom he had just praised.

Perhaps this person can be won over.

Although the gender wasn't right, she lacked both talent and strength, so no matter how good her sect was, they wouldn't treat her too well.

After all, she was one of the only two people who had been praised for having a brain after she had been scolded so many times.

"Yuehua, now that Mingchuan has left, why don't you come to my room for a private chat between sisters?"

Tang Yuehua's eyes were full of refusal, for she sensed a peculiar emotion.

But under Bibi Dong's tugging.

She was forced to follow along.

Meanwhile, Lu Mingchuan, having left Spirit Hall, stretched his back at the entrance.

He looked at the familiar guards with a face full of regret.

"Goodbye, you dedicated brothers. Next time, I might not be your Young Master Lu anymore."

"Perhaps you'll have to call me Little Lu."

He walked toward Lu Mansion.

"Butler!!"

"Young Master!!"

The Old Butler opened his arms, wanting to embrace Lu Mingchuan.

He was promptly pushed away by a backhand.

"Butler, what is the meaning of this? Two grown men hugging and holding each other—what kind of decorum is that?"

Lu Mingchuan shook his head; this Old Butler was truly something else.

The Old Butler froze in place, clutching his own body as he retreated. "Young Master, I am actually quite normal."

Unreliable. This butler was completely unreliable.

Lu Mingchuan did not know if the butler would become any more reliable once his script identity changed.

"Go to sleep early, Butler. Perhaps by tomorrow morning, you won't be the butler anymore."

After saying this, Lu Mingchuan walked toward his room, leaving the Old Butler standing there, completely bewildered.

Once inside his room, Lu Mingchuan immediately summoned the System.

"Didn't you say there were still a few days left? How is it ready in less than a day?"

[Because this identity is relatively simple. For your current status, it is quite straightforward. You will see a brand-new version of yourself when you wake up tomorrow morning.]

Hearing what the System said, Lu Mingchuan had no objections.

If he were to be a gatekeeper, he would follow the gatekeeper's plot.

Other identities had their own respective plots, and he was fine with any of them.

"What about the script? Let me see it."

The only thing he couldn't tolerate was a bad script.

[You will only have the ability to view the script once the identity has finished loading tomorrow. It hasn't started yet today.]

Lu Mingchuan's anticipation for tomorrow reached its peak; it was his first time witnessing the loading of a new script.

He leaped onto the bed, letting out a sound of comfort.

[Martin, Martin, every morning you wake up.]

[Hehe... tomorrow morning, I can also be the magical Martin for once.]

Spirit Hall, Saintess's room.

Although Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua were both within the domain, the moment they heard Lu Mingchuan's inner voice, their hearts, which had been calmed by the domain, became restless once again.

Who was this Martin?

Judging by the name alone, both women felt he sounded like someone from the Star Luo Empire.

However, since Lu Mingchuan called him "magical," he must possess some kind of special ability.

They just didn't know how magical one had to be to achieve such a status in Lu Mingchuan's heart.

[Sigh, Dongzi, Huazi, you won't be able to see me tomorrow...]

Bibi Dong immediately straightened her chest.

What did that guy mean?

Was he planning to pack up and run away?

Could it be that someone had bullied Lu Mingchuan while she was away, causing him to be so heartbroken that he wanted to leave this place?

But that didn't seem right; given Lu Mingchuan's current notorious reputation as a second-generation heir, it was impossible for him to be bullied by others.

Tang Yuehua was also thinking that Lu Mingchuan must have been deep in thought while they were together today; could he have been contemplating his departure?

If that were the case, her prospects for the future wouldn't be very advantageous. After all, without Lu Mingchuan's inner voice, she would have to go back to being that big failure who only ran the Yue Pavilion.

[By then, all you'll see is the new version of me.]

[Huazi, you were right. You only need to teach me the lessons on calming the mind today; you won't have to teach me tomorrow.]

Tang Yuehua and Bibi Dong kept their eyes tightly shut.

They were deeply conflicted regarding Lu Mingchuan's inner voice.

They didn't understand what the inner voice meant at all, nor did they care about those things.

The only thing they needed to care about, they couldn't go and find right now.

All Bibi Dong could do was meditate until dawn to see what would happen.

As for the others—specifically Tang Yuehua, who had been maintaining the domain the entire time—today was simply a matter of risking her life to accompany the Saintess.

Truly an evil little brat from Spirit Hall.