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Meng Fuyao performed for three days, and each day, there were different tricks.

The first day: matching couplets, ”Your Mother” couplets that shocked everyone.

The second day, ballet on ice: Meng Fuyao personally used the energy of Moon Soul and summoned ice, creating a rainbow-colored ice rink for ”Lord Magical Rabbit”. Fundamentally, the performance was a great success; apart from ”Lord Magical Rabbit's” slightly round appearance, everything else was perfect.

The third day, acrobatics. Three little mice were forced to do 180-degree somersaults until they were green in the face and returned to their burrows with their paws wrapped around their heads.

After three days, news that a ”talented and literate Magical Rabbit that could match couplets, dance and fight had appeared at the Nation Protecting Temple” spread throughout Kunjing and every day, the temple would be packed to the brim with people who had come to watch Lord Yuan Bao. Such was his fame that it had attracted one of the most legendary political figures in the Five Regions Continent; a certain prince.

The three met again in the evening to count the mountain of copper coins. As they were counting, two of them had begun to tear; Meng Fuyao was touched that she had discovered a potential superstar, and Lord Yuan Bao had discovered that actually, its rodent life still had so much meaning and value. In all its years following its master, it had always been overshadowed by his brilliance, it had thought that it was simply a ”family pet that only knew how to eat and sleep”. Despite Meng Fuyao's black-heartedness and cunningness… it had to give some credit to her as well.

When Lord Yuan Bao single-handedly ”brought up” two humans with its own rodent power, it felt majestic and powerful, and Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao were but grains under its belly…

That evening, for dinner, Lord Yuan Bao had brought Meng Fuyao to the most luxurious restaurant in the city, the ”Heavenly Restaurant”, and snatched the menu, and ordered a feast for the two of them. Meng Fuyao smiled, grateful for its generosity, but when the bill came, she quietly slipped the waiter a string of silver—the copper coins that Lord Yuan Bao had earned were not enough to cover even half of the meal…

On the fourth day, when Meng Fuyao was about to sound the gong once again, she suddenly froze in shock.

Among the crowd was a familiar silhouette dressed in fitting black clothes, his figure lean and tall. The man was standing quietly in the bustling crowd like a black rock unperturbed by the flowing river around him.

He watched Meng Fuyao from a distance, the gaze from his slightly slanted eyes severe. His eyes were like the most exquisite piece of glass, reflecting light in all angles and his lips were plump and luscious, a startling red.

'Gay porn.'

Meng Fuyao suddenly thought of this phrase, especially the last word, 'porn', he was the hottest man among all of the porn that she had seen, with his beautifully sculpted figure, perfect features, perfectly placed widow's peak, jade-like skin, glassy eyes, and fiery lips. His entire being was as bright as a multi-colored flag displayed in front of a hunter.

Meng Fuyao stared at him, gazing at the man with an elegance that was different from Zhangsun Wuji, fierier than Zhan Beiye, with an air of purity and coldness more than Zong Yue. Suddenly, the man smiled at her and turned around.

It was just that in the blink of an eye when the crowd parted again, Meng Fuyao couldn't see his silhouette anymore, as though the man was but an illusion in her eyes, that he never appeared to begin with.

She retracted her gaze and laughed distractedly as she thought, 'We'll definitely meet again.'

She raised her gong and was about to sound it again when the crowd suddenly parted to reveal the Regent King's guards approaching arrogantly.

They sauntered along and approached Meng Fuyao with a generous smile.

Meng Fuyao put down the gong, smiling, as she lightly patted Lord Yuan Bao's fur.

Honestly speaking, she had been rather reluctant to let Zhangsun Wuji's beloved pet to perform in the streets. As of now, the performance had finally ended. If they were to continue, she was afraid that one day Zhangsun Wuji would find out and she wouldn't know which body part she would lose.

Her eyes were twinkling as she gazed far away into the blue sky.

His Highness the Regent King, Xuanyuan Cheng.

'I, Lord Meng, have arrived!'

The Regent King's manor was indeed huge… The new pet had already lived in the place for about half a month, yet it still had not finished exploring the entire manor. Every day, it could only look down from the highest point of the manor, the Sky-Welcoming Tower.

However, this was also related to its identity as the little master's pet Xiao Si. Meng Fuyao had been assigned a room in the servant's quarters of the inner court, and her movement was limited to the first three courtyards. As for the last courtyard in the inner court, there was a wide red gate; that was their forbidden area—it was said that the red door connected directly to the imperial palace.

There was only one room for the two ”brothers” to share. Meng Fuyao was fine with it, but Tie Cheng, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. He insisted on guarding the room door every night but was pushed back into the room by Meng Fuyao—there were dangers lurking everywhere in the Regent King's manor, why would he guard the room outside? He was simply looking for trouble.