"This is a misunderstanding, let's get out of here now!" Bule swallowed hard, exchanged a glance with the two people next to him, and then quietly left the hotel, closing the door to the lobby behind him.
Jun Xuehan and the others didn't pay any attention to this little incident.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they left the hotel and returned to the courtyard to rest.
In the room, Yue Yi changed into her pajamas and sat on the soft and comfortable bed. She blinked as she looked at the Wooden Box carved from wood on the table in front of her.
"Dad, what's in that Wooden Box? I've never seen you and Mom open it." Yue Yi asked curiously, looking at the Wooden Box.
"In that box is the hairpin your mother first gave me. To me, that's the most precious thing." Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue couldn't help but exchange a glance, their eyes full of smiles.
"Alright, it's getting late, Little Yue Yi, you should go to sleep." Qian Renxue stroked Yue Yi's hair, gestured to Jun Xuehan to turn off the lights, and then held Yue Yi as they lay down on the bed.
Yue Yi looked at the Wooden Box, her heart filled with curiosity, especially about what the hairpin inside looked like.
After the lights went out, Mochen walked out of his room as usual, picked up the Wooden Spear that Yue Yi had been practicing with, and began to practice, recalling Jun Xuehan wielding the Silver Dragon Spear.
However, Mochen's movements were very different from what Yue Yi had practiced. To be precise, his gun-holding technique and grip position were not even 70% the same as Jun Xuehan's.
Even the weapon he wielded was the same as Jun Xuehan's. Although it was just the most basic movement, the feeling he conveyed was completely opposite to the feeling Yue Yi gave off.
Inside the room, Qian Renxue glanced at the sleeping Yue Yi, chuckled, and said, "Xuehan, this Mochen is quite persistent."
Upon hearing this, Jun Xuehan glanced outside, shook her head slightly, and said, "Having perseverance is one thing, but what good is imitating me? Let's go to sleep; we still have to go to the palace tomorrow."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly, said nothing more, and closed her eyes to rest.
The next day, early morning.
Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue left the courtyard early and headed towards the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Shortly after the two left, Bibi Dong also left the courtyard with Gui Mei and Yue Guan.
Yue Yi looked at the empty courtyard and went straight to Mochen, who was engrossed in reading a book.
"Mochen, stop looking and come with me for a moment."
Yue Yi approached Mochen, glanced around, and spoke mysteriously.
"What's wrong, Yue Yi? What's the matter?" Mochen slowly closed the book in his hand and asked with some curiosity.
"Come with me." Yue Yi beckoned with her finger and led Mochen into the room.
Inside the room, Yue Yi glanced at the height of the Wooden Box and then at Mochen's height before jogging to close the door.
"Mochen, squat down, I'll take the box down, and we'll put it back after we've finished reading it," Yue Yi said earnestly, pointing to the Wooden Box on top.
"Oh, right." Mochen readily agreed without much thought.
Mochen squatted down in front of the table, while Yue Yi stepped on Mochen's shoulders to reach the Wooden Box on the table, but the distance between her arm and the Wooden Box was always just a little bit.
"Yue Yi, are you done yet? You're so heavy." Mochen's body swayed unsteadily.
"Don't move, it'll be over soon." Yue Yi grabbed the Wooden Box and was about to get down when she slipped and lost her balance. The Wooden Box slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with Yue Yi.
"Ouch, thank goodness there was a carpet, otherwise I don't know how much it would have hurt." Yue Yi sat on the carpet, patted her small chest, and said with lingering fear.
"Yue... Yue Yi, what's in the Wooden Box... is it important?" Mochen looked at the Wooden Box lying on the ground and couldn't help but swallow.
"Inside the box is the hairpin my mother gave my father for the first time. It's the most precious thing to my father," Yue Yi said earnestly.
"Yue... Yue Yi, it... it's broken now." Mochen pointed to the Wooden Box and said softly.
"What?" Yue Yi's mind went blank upon hearing Mochen's words.
"Put it back."
Yue Yi blinked a few times, and hurriedly helped Mochen put the hairpins back into the Wooden Box, then put the Wooden Box back in its original place.
"Yue Yi, what do we do now? We've broken the hairpin." Mochen glanced at Yue Yi cautiously and asked softly.
"Hmm, don't worry, don't worry, I'll think of a way." Yue Yi sat on the carpet, her big eyes blinking a few times, then leaned close to Mochen's ear and whispered something.
Mochen nodded from time to time.
After a while, the two left the room and ran straight to another room.
"Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan!" Yue Yi called softly as she knocked on the door.
"What's wrong, Yue Yi?" The door opened, and Yan appeared in the doorway, yawning.
"Uncle Yan, there's something we can't reach, could you help us get it?" Yue Yi said softly, her big eyes blinking.
"Okay, no problem." Yan agreed without hesitation.
Yan followed Yue Yi into the room. Yue Yi pointed to the Wooden Box on the table, indicating to Yan that it was the box.
Just as Yan picked up the Wooden Box, Mochen seemed to lose his balance and suddenly bumped into Yan's leg, falling onto the carpet.
Caught off guard, Yan lost her grip on the Wooden Box, which fell to the ground.
"Uncle Yan, how could you break Pavilion Master Jun's most precious hairpin?" Mochen lowered his head silently and said softly.
Yue Yi also lowered her head.
"What is this? I broke my hairpin." Yan stared at the hairpin on the ground, her eyes filled with confusion.
Yue Yi and Mochen nodded very seriously, then lowered their heads.
"Holy crap, but this is a carpet! The carpet broke the jade!" Yan was stunned when he saw this.
Because Yue Yi is naturally active, Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue were afraid that Yue Yi would fall if she was alone in the room, so the entire floor of the room was covered with a carpet.
"Uncle Yan, didn't you call me Dad and Big Brother? It's just a very precious hairpin that broke. It shouldn't be a big deal, right?" Yue Yi said quietly, her head down.
"When I first met your father, I accidentally broke his hairpin. If your grandmother hadn't intervened, the grass on your Uncle Yan's grave would probably be several meters tall by now." Yan's lips twitched. He couldn't understand how a carpet could break a jade hairpin.