Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

Oh, is that so?

Wouldn't that mean she'd have to go to the palace? But that's the palace! She was a little scared of such a formal occasion and didn't dare to go!

"Is there any other way to find out the list of these people?"

Murong Minglang immediately noticed Tang Yue's interested tone. He looked up at Tang Yue and said in a sly tone, "What? You want to know?"

“Well, I have a friend who joined the army and I haven’t heard from him in a long time. I want to see if he’s on the list this time,” she said sincerely, which immediately silenced Murong Minglang, who had originally wanted to tease Tang Yue.

He tugged at his sleeve and said, "Actually, there's another way. Didn't I tell you before? Uncle Zhan Wang and Father have a good relationship, so every time he submits a memorial, Father will make a copy of it. Only after His Majesty sees the memorial requesting merit and approves it will Father burn the copied copy."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yes."

"Where is it now?" Tang Yue asked impatiently.

"You'll have to ask Father about that. These things can't be shown to outsiders before they're confirmed. But you made Grandpa's wheelchair so well today, I think Father will agree to whatever you ask for, let alone just asking for a name." It should be fine, right? Anyway, it's just asking for someone's name, it won't hurt anything, who knows, maybe he's dead.

"I see. Alright, let's send the wheelchair over quickly and let the Duke take a look. If he's satisfied, I'll ask him about it."

"it is good."

Tang Yue and Murong Minglang pushed the wheelchair to the outside of the Duke's study.

Murong Zhengqi is now considered a veteran, and he doesn't usually need to attend court unless something particularly serious happens, in which case he will attend to oversee the proceedings.

But Murong Bai was different. He was in his prime, the best time to strive, so he hadn't returned even though it was past noon.

From afar, Murong Zhengqi saw Murong Minglang sitting in his new wheelchair, waving his little hand.

"Grandpa, Tang has finished making your wheelchair! Come and see! It's amazing!"

Murong Zhengqi stopped turning the pages of his book, glanced out the window, and saw Murong Minglang laughing happily and Tang Yue looking dark and gloomy.

He wondered if it was because of the lighting, but for a moment, he felt that Tang Yue looked a lot like Xiao Lang.

He blinked, glanced again, but found nothing.

"Really, as people get older, their eyesight gets worse!"

"Old Liu, push me out here, I want to see the new wheelchair," Murong Zhengqi said with a smile, putting down the book in his hand.

"Okay, sir."

The butler pushed Murong Zhengqi out the door, and Tang Yue and Murong Minglang arrived just then.

Upon seeing his grandfather, Murong Minglang immediately suppressed his childlike smile and became humble and polite.

Tang Yue glanced at him, looking quite disgusted.

Why is he acting all old-fashioned? He was clearly acting silly just now, and now he's putting on this show. I really despise him.

She turned her head to look at Murong Zhengqi and politely bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Murong Minglang stroked his beard, his voice kind and gentle: "Alright, alright, young master Tang, please rise. There's no need to be so polite."

"Thank you, Duke Xie."

Tang Yue then straightened up, thanked them, and walked to the wheelchair to speak:

"Your Excellency, take a look. This is the new wheelchair I made for you. I think its performance is quite good. Would you like to come up and try it out?"

“Yes, yes, Grandpa, come up and sit down, he’s really amazing,” Murong Minglang chimed in enthusiastically, seemingly having forgotten his earlier pretentious act.

Murong Zhengqi was very happy to see the new wheelchair and replied, "Okay, Lao Liu, help me up."

"Yes, sir."

The butler walked ahead of Murong Zhengqi, then slipped his hands under Murong Zhengqi's armpits. Just as he exerted force, he twisted his waist and gasped, "Crack!"

Tang Yue and Murong Minglang, who were nearby, heard it clearly.

The butler was also a little embarrassed. He had originally wanted to show off his wisdom and prowess, but how did he end up... choking on his own breath? He had really made a fool of himself.

There was a moment of silence. Tang Yue tugged at her sleeve and wisely stood next to the butler.

"How about I help you up, Your Excellency?"

"Uncle Butler will have to help you with this wheelchair."

Murong Zhengqi coughed awkwardly, covered his mouth, patted the butler's shoulder to comfort him, and then responded to Tang Yue.

"I'm quite heavy, can you handle it?"

"Of course! I'm a carpenter, you know, I'm got plenty of strength!"

Tang Yue's confident tone made Murong Minglang's eyes twitch.

She was indeed very strong. The last time he was practicing martial arts in the training ground, she had nothing to do, so she used that huge stone block, which was as tall as a person, to practice her arm strength and perform acrobatics. She looked like a monster.

He didn't know how someone with such a small frame could have so much strength.

"Alright, Lao Liu, go to the back and get this wheelchair for me. Let Xiao Tang help me!"

The housekeeper's face flushed slightly, and with a stiff body, she moved step by step behind the wheelchair.

Tang Yue, imitating the butler, helped Murong Zhengqi into the newly made wheelchair.

She made the wheelchair cushions just the right softness, neither too soft to make people feel suspended, nor too hard to cause sore bottoms.

Murong Zhengqi's first impression upon sitting down was that it felt comfortable; he could never quite get the cushion firmness of his previous wheelchair right.

My buttocks always either hurt or feel lightheaded.

This was just right, it felt so comfortable it touched his very soul. He secretly reached out and touched it, unable to tell what the material was, but it felt very comfortable.

Tang Yue covered Murong Zhengqi's legs with the blanket, unaware of Murong Zhengqi's actions, and began to explain.

"Your Excellency, look, there are many buttons on this armrest. Although they look the same, you can feel the difference when you touch them closely. I have done relief carving on them. You can't see it on the surface, but you can feel it when you touch it."

These small reliefs represent their corresponding functions. Furthermore, I've installed hidden mechanisms inside; each of these buttons can be pressed three times, and each has a different function. I've provided a detailed explanation, which you can take a look at.”

She handed the detailed diagram to Murong Zhengqi. When Murong Zhengqi opened it, he was immediately struck by Tang Yue's handwriting, which made his eyes sting.

Tang Yue had seen this scene many times, but this was the first time such a high-ranking official had seen her scrawled handwriting. She awkwardly twirled her fingers, lowered her head, and said embarrassedly, "Lord Duke, if you... if you don't recognize it, I can help you decipher it, haha, I... my handwriting is indeed not very easy to read."