After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

The next day, Song Yu had just opened her eyes when she found that Jiang Yan had already gotten up and was clumsily helping her prepare clothes in the cloakroom.

In fact, servants can do all these things, but the masters of this world prefer to have matchmakers do them.

"Didn't you grab the skirt you were going to wear yesterday? You can wear a skirt for one more day while you're on holiday. When classes start tomorrow, you'll have to wear the uniform."

"Well, I think this dress is better."

Yesterday Song Yu chose a blue casual dress, and today Jiang Yan took out a white diamond-studded dress similar to an evening gown.

"I don't have any plans today. I'm just at home. Why should I dress so formally?"

Song Yu didn't want to wear it, so he grabbed the one he chose last night, and then he smelled a burnt smell. The smell had been covered by something and was very faint.

Jiang Yan lowered his head. "I saw it wasn't ironed neatly, so I wanted to fix it, but I didn't have the tools, so I used my original body's ability."

He had only released a little flame into the metal cup, and this was the result.

Song Yu smiled and said, "It's okay. This is my old skirt. It's very cheap."

She took the evening gown that Jiang Yan had chosen and looked at it. "Since you're dressed like this, put on some makeup."

The cosmetics in this world are only more complicated than those on Earth. Because women have high status and are wealthy, there are endless products. The ones in Song Yu's bedroom were actually placed there by servants. She herself doesn't have time to make them.

"Um……"

Jiang Yan didn't stop him, Song Yu had already looked over.

The dressing table was in chaos, with bottles and jars falling over and breaking into pieces.

"I just broke them trying to save that skirt."

Song Yu slapped his head hard, knowing that he couldn't expect a rough man who had been fighting for years to do delicate work.

"It's okay, it's not something expensive. I can ask someone to buy it later." Song Yu said, "Don't do these things in the future. Leave it to the servants. They are professionals."

"Yes."

Jiang Yan was like a soldier who had made a mistake facing his officer.

=

In Qiao Yemin's office, Lieutenant General was watching yesterday's video with Ouyang Henuo. This was the third time.

The video shows Jiang Yan kneeling in public and begging Song Yu.

"This kid—" Qiao Yemin nearly dropped the antique fountain pen in his hand. He used up half his life's worth of fighting monsters to barely pick it up before it hit the ground. "He's really something! Are all the young people these days so extravagant?"

"They are heading in both directions. It is obvious that Miss Song has long wanted to renew her bond with Jiang Yan." He Nuo said.

"This little girl surnamed Song is quite good. She is brave and smart. She turned the situation around in an instant. Otherwise, if Jiang Yan really attacked Jiang Honglian, I wouldn't be able to save him."

He Nuo curled his lips and said, "Women are good. For men like us, if we dare to touch a woman, it's a heinous crime."

"I said you're stupid, but you're really not very smart. Besides being a woman, how many other identities does Song Yu have? An S-rank appeaser, the head of Prince Boya's family, with the royal family behind her. How many years have you seen Zhang Nanyi and Duan Tianya's students? A little girl who just started college." Qiao Yemin said, "What does Jiang Yan have? The Jiang family can't help him at all. Who else can help him except you? Unfortunately, I'm also from a commoner family. Although my head of the family is a noble, he's just a small noble and can't lend a hand."

"Oh." He Nuo was not good at these things, and he felt very complicated when he heard it.

"Song Yu is advancing very quickly. The faster she advances, the more the royal family and the Imperial Military Academy will value her. The more resources these two parties allocate to her, the faster she will advance. Just wait and see, one day she will soar to the sky."

Qiao Yemin looked into the distance, as if looking at a rising star.

=

On the last night of the holiday, pictures related to Song Yu appeared on the Internet again.

There was a scene where she handed three thin booklets containing the Song family rules to three matches, Jiang Yan squatted in front of the bathtub to massage his head and wipe her feet, and there was another scene where she had fallen asleep but Jiang Yan was sitting on the carpet.

Two sets of photos, two camera positions, with fixed cameras.

This time, Song Yu's previous endurance and survival, and her desperate counterattack after being promoted to S-level were confirmed. Especially the four words "Song family rules" that were clearly stated, many people lamented that she had a lot of troubles despite her young age.

But people finally started to notice why Song Yu's privacy was always being photographed. Which paparazzi had such a knack? He even reached out to Bai Ze Palace.

Feng Han and Zheng Xibai took down the camera immediately and found that it was indeed impossible to detect it with their equipment. Then they sealed it carefully and took it for research.

What followed was a massive search throughout the Bai Ze Palace. Because the items could not be detected with instruments, they had to be searched manually. More than sixty guards were mobilized, and all the servants of the Bai Ze Palace were also investigated.

In the evening, Ouyang Zhan was driven by Song Yang to kneel outside the door, which alarmed Song Han, and Song Yu naturally knew about it.

"The first time they were secretly photographed was at the Pink Crystal Sea, and you were there. The second time my sister and brother-in-law Tang were secretly photographed was in the dormitory, and you were in a house less than ten kilometers away from the school. This time you were there again. Who would believe you if you said you weren't from the Ouyang family?"

As Song Yang spoke, he hit Ouyang Zhan with the long pillow in his hand.

Ouyang Zhan felt so wronged. He was there every time. Wasn't it because Song Yang was always with his sister's family? But he didn't dare to argue or hide. It would hurt if he was hit by the pillow too much.

"Okay Song Yang, it's not him."

Song Yu stopped Song Yang.

"Ok?"

"It's not him. I know what happened. Just leave it alone." Song Yu was helpless. He couldn't tell them about this yet. "I'll take care of it."

=

Song Yu fell ill, and it happened suddenly. She said that she was angry about the paparazzi who took photos of her. In short, she took two extra days off after the trial. She was still recuperating in Bai Ze Palace during these two days.

Song Han's family has already gone back, and Song Yang has also returned to school.

Only Song Yu and her three matches were there.

Tang Zhishu and Jiang Yan brought juice and soup at the same time. They met at the door, but no one paid attention to each other. After looking at each other, they walked in side by side and walked to the left and right sides of Song Yu's bed respectively.

Fortunately, the door was double and large enough.

"Some people, knowing that the master likes sweet food, still prepare soup for him. The things in it are smelly and bitter." Tang Zhishu said as he sat beside Song Yu's bed.

Song Yu opened his eyes drowsily and went to answer it.

Jiang Yan sat on the other side. "Master, drink more soup. It's good for your body. Don't eat anything with too much sugar. It's not good for your skin."

Jiang Yan stopped Song Yu who was about to get up and brought a spoonful of soup to his mouth.

"It's easy to choke when drinking while lying down." Tang Zhishu came over and said, "Master, let me help you up."

Song Yu was fed a mouthful of soup while being helped up from the other side. He accidentally choked and started coughing until stars appeared in his eyes. He gasped for a long time before he recovered.

"That's enough," Song Yu tried to shake them off, but she didn't have much strength. She was really very ill. "Seeing that I'm sick, you guys want to rebel, right?"

Tang Zhishu and Jiang Yan lowered their heads and stood aside, not daring to look at Song Yu again.

"You've even come to me to fight for my favor? Tang Zhishu, is this how the royal family works?" Song Yu turned to look at Jiang Yan again, "You're kneeling in public, begging me to take you back, just to cause trouble for me?"

"Master," Tang Zhishu simply knelt on the bed, "You have been with Jiang Yan for several days. Since the incident with the Jiang family, I haven't been close to you."

He was still dissatisfied.

"You've been monopolizing the Patriarch for months, even ostracizing Sha Lang. Aren't you satisfied?" Jiang Yan asked, kneeling on the bed like Tang Zhishu, but his words were unforgiving. "Many of my matches have spent their entire lives with the Patriarch, but not as much time as you've spent in these few months."

"Isn't it because some people have done something wrong themselves, and they can blame me?"

Song Yu was already sick, and the two of them were arguing endlessly, so she simply buried her head in the quilt, and soon her face turned red from holding it in.

"Is anyone there? Where's Feng Han? Where is Feng Han? Lock them both up in the annex buildings, one in the east annex and one in the west annex. Tell them to reflect on their actions."

"Homeowner..."

They both suffered together.

Ten seconds later, Feng Han and Zheng Xibai came in and stood beside Tang Zhishu and Jiang Yan respectively, making invitation gestures.

"Lock them all up. No one is allowed to come out without my permission." Song Yu added with all his might, "And Sha Lang, didn't he even come to see the master when he was sick? He's all thinking I'm going to die? Find a place to lock him up far away for me too."

The guards received the order and went to find Sha Lang again.

The huge bedroom was finally quiet, and Song Yu huddled back into the thick quilt.