[Ji the Seventh, a named and notorious unlucky bastard in the novel.]
[He was a blade in Ji the Eldest's hand.]
Yan Xianjue dramatically supplied narration in his head for the scene of Ji Heng calling Ji the Seventh "Seventh Brother."
Yan Ci's eyes lit up at that, and he squeezed toward the confinement room where Yan Xianjue was.
The confinement room's door was very small.
Yan Wan stumbled from being shoved by him and couldn't help grabbing his ear.
"Hey, hey, that hurts, hurts, hurts! Big Sis, let go!" Yan Ci cried out repeatedly.
Yan Ci's voice immediately drew Yan Xianjue's attention.
He turned around in confusion. "Big Sis? Second Brother? Why are you here?"
Yan Ci stammered for a long while. He had been too busy watching the show just now.
For a moment, he had actually forgotten to make up an excuse first.
Yan Wan, facing this sort of situation for the first time, was remarkably composed.
She wasn't exactly the obedient type at the dance troupe, either.
Relying on the fact that she didn't gain weight easily, she often snuck out to eat foods prohibited by the troupe.
She brought out her skill at fooling the dance instructors and said, "You were making too much noise. Yan Ci and I happened to hear it while coming downstairs, so we came over to take a look."
"Oh." Yan Xianjue was easily fooled by Yan Wan.
After all, deep down, he felt that his eldest sister had no reason to lie to him in a place like this.
He looked at Shen Fangli, whose beautiful Chinese-style princess dress had been torn in several places. "Did you bring a spare dress?"
Shen Fangli shook her head. She had never encountered so many unexpected incidents at a banquet before.
Yan