Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

“At least it points us in the right direction.” Wu Xu picked up the gourd at his waist, took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and said, “We got the room key for room 201 on the first floor and followed the clues to find the first set of puppets. So the room 209 that Fei Yatou mentioned must be the hiding place of the second set of puppets.”

"Why are you being so nosy?" Cheng Baoni glared at him, then turned to look at everyone and asked in confusion, "The points are only used to exchange for food and water, so what's this 'statistics' thing on the mission card?"

After saying that, she stared wide-eyed in shock, nervously clutching Hao Jian's pocket, afraid that the puppet would be snatched away. "The production team is so cunning! On one hand, they make everyone collect all the puppets, and on the other hand, they secretly create rankings to make everyone compete with each other. It's so despicable!"

Song Yifei secretly moved the task card behind her back and sneered, "You've finally said something sensible."

This little trick didn't escape Cheng Baoni's sharp eyes. She decisively pounced on it and grabbed it, shouting, "Don't hide! I saw it! Give it to me right now!"

Song Yifei naturally wouldn't let her succeed, and fought back desperately, "I saw the card first, it should belong to me!"

They then began a tug-of-war, pulling and tugging at each other, neither willing to let go.

Watching the two wrestle like madwomen, Zhong Zheyi sighed and whispered, "That's enough, stop it. If this gets aired, the whole crew will be embarrassed!"

Cheng Baoni was not afraid at all. Her spoiled princess persona was there, so she didn't need to worry about her image.

But Song Yifei is different. Although she has a fiery temper in private, she always just talks a big game in front of the camera and would never dare to use violence.

Therefore, upon being reminded by Zhong Zheyi, they instinctively froze.

Taking advantage of the moment, Cheng Baoni snatched the mission card, stood up, glanced at her contemptuously, and said smugly, "You dare to challenge me? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Do you even deserve it?"

Song Yifei was already incredibly aggrieved, and upon hearing these humiliating words, she roared back in uncontrollable rage, "You won't be smug for long! In a few days, you'll be buried in the snow!"

Although she didn't know what the trending topics Ye Yingdi had asked Cheng Ai to look at while they were eating spicy noodles, she could guess a thing or two from the changes in the expressions of Cheng Baoni and Hao Jian observed by the staff.

Furthermore, the fact that Ye Yingdi signed Zhong Zheyi right after Cheng Ai said she wanted to do so proves that he wanted to avenge her.

The reason why the Nightingale Emperor didn't openly expose this conspiracy was simply to create some entertainment value, take the opportunity to hype up the two newly signed artists, and increase their popularity.

"Oh?" Cheng Baoni casually flicked her newly done nails after getting off the plane, then scoffed and laughed. "Oh dear~ I'm so scared~ You're so awesome~ Why don't you come and bury me in the snow~ Come on, come on~ I can't wait~ Hehehe~"

The two fell into an endless argument once again.

Hao Jian rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and stepped forward to mediate the fight. Wu Xu, too lazy to get involved in the young people's affairs, simply shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

Cheng Ai and Zhong Zheyi exchanged a glance and followed in tacit agreement.

The three of them climbed the spiral staircase together, and when they pushed open the heavy, carved door and saw the view before them, they were truly pleasantly surprised.

The sixth floor was brightly lit. The room closest to them had been converted into a dining room. The glass door was wide open, revealing a long glass cabinet, a table, and six chairs. There were also two sofas and a coffee table against the wall, clearly intended for the guests to have afternoon tea.

The gaze returned to the corridor, where there were six bedrooms next to the dining room, labeled in order: Wu Xu, Zhong Zheyi, Hao Jian, Cheng Baoni, Song Yifei, and Cheng Ai.

The walls on the other side of the corridor are covered with oil paintings, and the corners are filled with flowers of various colors. Occasionally, a breeze blows by, and the green plants sway gently, bringing with them a faint fragrance.

"Wow~" Cheng Ai couldn't wait to run to a pot of flowers, bend down and smell it, her eyes squinting in delight. "It smells so good. What's this flower called? It's so blue and beautiful."

Wu Xu knew nothing about the varieties of flowers. He said "Goodnight" and went straight into his room.

Zhong Zheyi walked over to Cheng Ai and kindly explained to her, "The one you asked about is called Drunken Linglong. It has a light and pleasant fragrance. If you put a pot of it at home, your clothes will also smell nice."

He then pointed to two other blue-themed flowers and continued, “Those are hydrangeas and cornflowers. Although it’s not their blooming season now, they will definitely bloom if carefully cultivated.”

Cheng Ai blinked her big eyes, stood up straight and stared at him intently. After a long while, she finally blurted out, "You know so much, unlike me, I know nothing about anything except eating and sleeping."

She wasn't lying; at Qingyun Temple, all the senior brothers and sisters knew mystical arts, so it wasn't surprising at all.

Among these people, some are skilled in cooking, some are proficient in music, and others enjoy studying herbs.

Even Grandma Wang, who was in charge of cleaning the Taoist temple, learned to brew wine three years ago, especially that jar of peach blossom wine, which was incredibly delicious with just one sip…

Cough cough cough, Cheng Ai quickly composed herself, trying to ignore the awkward images that flashed through her mind.

In any case, everyone has something admirable about them.

She alone, from childhood to adulthood, was either using her cleverness to avoid schoolwork or being mischievous and causing trouble. If it weren't for her master's constant protection and special tutoring, she would probably have neglected her esoteric arts skills.

Zhong Zheyi paused, his eyes flickered, and a bitter smile gradually appeared on his lips. "My mother... is quite knowledgeable about flowers and plants. I've been exposed to this since I was a child, so I know more about them than most people."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ai's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel sad. Her eyes reddened. "Don't be sad. She may have been reincarnated or is wandering in the human world in another form. If it's the latter, I do have a way to let you meet her."

Zhong Zheyi didn't take her words seriously. He just took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "I'm much better now. Thank you for your comfort."

Cheng Ai patted his shoulder and shook her head with a light laugh, "You're welcome. We're both artists at Shengding International, it's mutually beneficial."

After saying that, she pointed to the two pots of Drunken Jasmine in the corner and said excitedly, "Could you please move them to my room? I want to freshen up the house."

“Okay.” Zhong Zheyi agreed readily and immediately rolled up his sleeves to move the flowers.

The two entered the bedroom one after the other. Even though Zhong Zheyi had prepared himself mentally, he was still shocked by the layout inside.

The space, about fifteen square meters, was covered with a light blue carpet, and the curtains were pale yellow gauze, through which the night sky could be vaguely seen.

The moon is bright and round, and the stars are sparse. If you open the window, you can hear the low chirping of insects.