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At this time, Lin Yifeng hurriedly went upstairs and saw this stalemate.

He thought to himself that this was not good, how could these two people meet each other.

He opened his folding fan in a flash and covered himself with it like a fool trying to cover up his own crime. He was just an innocent passerby, and this matter had nothing to do with him.

Song Zhengdu, who came up later, looked at Song Yan with a worried look on his face, hoping that his brother would not be too angry.

"Cough cough." Brother Luo covered his lips and coughed twice as a reminder.

Song Yan quickly collected his thoughts and bowed respectfully according to etiquette: "I am Song Yan, a humble servant, and I pay my respects to His Majesty, Prince Hui. I did not know that Your Majesty would come to visit me. I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Since Song Yan came here, he has only knelt down to pay homage to the original owner's parents, and has never performed such a great courtesy to others.

Although he was not very happy at the moment, the situation was stronger than him and he had to bow his head.

However, before Song Yan bent her knees, Xiao Shiliuzhi stepped forward subconsciously and stretched out her hand to help Song Yan up, but she retracted her hand halfway through.

His face was tense, and he said in a muffled voice, "No need to be polite. I came here to see what's new about this charity auction. No need to be polite."

Song Yan felt relieved and stood up straight. Anyway, he was not willing to kneel down to someone, especially to Xiao Shiliu.

Perhaps it was because he was used to getting along casually with Xiao Shiliu in the past, and now this strange feeling of distance made him a little uncomfortable.

But he also understood that the situation was different now and he could no longer be as reckless as before.

So he lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Little Pomegranate felt suffocated. He turned his head deliberately and said to Zhan Qingyue, "Mr. Zhan, please lead the way."

Zhan Qingyue then led Xiao Shiliu and continued to walk to the third floor.

Song Yan stood there, watching their receding backs, and let out a long sigh of relief.

But the feeling in my heart is complicated and hard to describe.

He originally felt sorry for Xiao Shiliufeng as he had broken his promise and failed to play with Xiao Shiliufeng as promised. But now that he knew that Xiao Shiliufeng was actually King Hui, he didn't know how to deal with the guilt in his heart.

Song Yan was deeply conflicted and couldn't sort out her emotions for a while.

Lin Yifeng then came over, raised his folding fan and waved it in front of him: "Come back to your senses."

Song Yan raised her head and glared at Lin Yifeng, saying unhappily, "Don't bother me!"

Lin Yifeng put away his folding fan and begged for mercy: "Alright, it's my fault for hiding this from you for so long. King Hui has a special status. I dare not reveal it without the boss's permission."

Song Yan also knew that what Lin Yifeng said was the truth, but the depressed feeling in her heart was still difficult to dissipate.

He rubbed his face and said helplessly, "Forget it, let's not think about it for now. By the way, Mr. Liu, who was hosting the charity auction, had an emergency and was just sent to the clinic. Now there is no one to host the charity auction."

"I've asked Gao Ruowang to go to Yuecha to get Xiao Chunzi to take over, but I don't think she'll be here soon. I have to go backstage and ask the troupe to perform first to buy some time."

"You go and entertain the guests, especially King Hui. Be careful and don't make any mistakes."

Lin Yifeng nodded, indicating that he understood: "Don't worry, I will take care of it here."

Then Song Yan turned his head to look at Song Zhengdu and said, "You should go with us and help take care of it. If there is any emergency, please report it in time."

"Okay big brother."

After Song Yan finished giving the instructions, she quickly went downstairs and headed towards the backstage.

He found the owner of the troupe, briefly explained the situation, and asked them to go on stage to perform a few shows to delay time.

The troupe owner was also a smart man. He immediately arranged several exciting programs and asked the actors to quickly change their costumes and get ready.

This opera performance was originally scheduled for the second half of the charity auction as an entertaining performance during the intermission.

Now that the performance had been brought forward, the actors were a little flustered, but fortunately they had already put on some of their costumes in advance, so they were ready quickly.

As the gongs and drums sounded, the actors appeared on stage. Their graceful singing and elegant movements instantly attracted the attention of the guests.

The private room on the third floor facing the stage was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Little Pomegranate pursed her lips tightly. Although her eyes were on the stage, her mind was obviously not on this wonderful performance.

Zhan Qingyue suddenly smiled and said, "Your Highness, do you recognize Young Master Song?"

Little Pomegranate raised her little face and said with a bit of shrug, "I have only met him a few times, so I can't say I know him."

Zhan Qingyue understood and stopped asking questions.

Luo Ge, who had been guarding the young prince the whole time, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Last night, the young master had been reading the multiplication table given by Young Master Song over and over again, but today he insisted that he did not know Young Master Song.

But Brother Luo also knew that the young master was still holding a grudge against Mr. Song for breaking his promise.

My little master seems to be arrogant, but he is actually very thoughtful. He must be secretly sad because he is alienated by the person he cares about.

Brother Luo felt sorry for his young master, but he didn't dare to say anything and could only wait silently by the side.

At this time, Song Yan naturally had no idea what Xiao Shiliu was thinking.

After the opera was over, Xiao Chunzi, whom he had been looking forward to, finally arrived in a hurry.

"Boss!" Xiao Chunzi came over quickly, panting slightly, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. I was delayed on the way."

"I'm glad you're here. Take a break first." Song Yan looked at his clothes and said, "Your clothes don't fit you very well. You need to change."

He turned to Gao Ruowang who had come back with him and said, "Go to my yard and bring me the blue brocade robe I used to wear. Hurry up."

He is about the same height as Xiaochunzi, so the blue brocade robe should be suitable for Xiaochunzi.

Gao Ruowang responded and left quickly.

Song Yan took the time to explain to Xiao Chunzi the precautions for the charity auction. Xiao Chunzi nodded as she listened, looking nervous and serious.

Not long after, Gao Ruowang ran back with a brocade robe.

"Change it quickly." Song Yan said.

After Xiao Chunzi changed into the brocade robe, her overall temperament improved a lot.

By this time, the guests were already getting a little impatient and noise was rising one after another.

"Is this charity auction going to start or not? Are you trying to make fun of us?"

"That's right. We've been waiting for so long. What on earth are you doing?"

When Song Yan heard these complaints, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Chunzi on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, go on stage."

Xiao Chunzi took a deep breath, walked steadily onto the stage, bowed and said, "Don't worry, the charity auction will start soon. I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

"Thank you all for coming to this charity auction. The proceeds will be used to help the people affected by the disaster."

"Now, the charity auction officially begins!"