The childhood sweetheart arrives

After Ning Ziteng left court, his friend strode up beside him, slung an arm around his shoulders, and gave him a mischievous grin.

"Should I call you Lord Ning or Lord Du?"

Ning Ziteng shook his shoulders twice, throwing off his friend's hand.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear that name right now."

His friend's words struck a nerve, and Ning Ziteng lost his composure on the spot.

"So now you're embarrassed? Then you'd better not do anything as stupid as what we heard in the Ninth Princess's thoughts."

Worried that his friend still hadn't come to his senses, Xiang Zhan made a point of reminding him.

Ning Ziteng sighed. "Don't worry. I've thought it through. Once is enough for some foolish mistakes. I'm heading home now. Let's see just how shameless Jia Tong can be this time."

With that, he quickened his pace.

After walking quite a distance, he noticed that Xiang Zhan was still following him.

"Wait, if I remember correctly, isn't your residence on another street? Why are you coming this way?"

Xiang Zhan hurried forward and patted his back. "As your friend, I'm worried you'll fall for her honeyed words. I figured I'd tag along so I could give you a warning when the time comes."

A warning? Ning Ziteng laughed. If Xiang Zhan could wipe that eager-for-a-show look off his face, he might actually have believed him.

He sighed. Just a few days ago, he had gone to watch Lord Xun's embarrassing spectacle. But the wheel of fortune had turned far too quickly—it was already his turn.

Seeing quite a few more people following behind them, Ning Ziteng simply gave up resisting. *Fine, fine. You want a show? Come along, all of you! I refuse to believe I won't get a turn to watch