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Several times, Miscanthus wanted to say, "Princess, would you like me to hug you?" But she hesitated each time.

From a young age, the princess only allowed Steward Liu and Aunt Danqin to hold her. What kind of status does she have?

After walking for almost half an hour, they finally arrived at the entrance of the Star-Picking Tower. Zheng Zhian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, realizing that he was still too small and had short legs. He hadn't noticed it when they carried him, but now that he was walking on his own, he realized how far the road really was.

"Alright, you can go back now. Someone will take me home tonight."

The grass looked at her blankly, then quickly lowered its head and said, "Yes."

Zheng Zhian turned around, raised his hand to knock on the door, entered, looked up at the eight-story-high pavilion, sighed, and shouted with all his might, "Master, I'm here!"

After waiting for a while and still not seeing anyone, just as they were about to call out again, a young man in white robes gracefully flew down from the green tiles of the pavilion.

The upright and honest Chu Mo stood in front of her and said, "Junior Sister."

"Where is Master?" Zheng Zhian asked with a sweet smile, not expecting him to come down.

"My master is divining, and he told me to come down and pick you up." Chu Mo's brows furrowed with a hint of helplessness.

Once his master starts divining, nothing can interrupt him. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to come and pick up the person.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian looked at him, and the two remained silent, a slight awkwardness filling the air.

"Maybe I should just walk up myself?!"

Seeing her actually taking those little steps into the pavilion, Chu Mo pursed his lips, and after a brief internal struggle, said softly, "I'll carry you up."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhian immediately turned around and reached out his hand, his expression practically saying, "That's exactly what I've been waiting for."

It's so high, if she climbed up herself, her legs would be ruined, and she really didn't want her short legs to suffer.

Why build it so high for no reason!

Chu Mo stepped forward and picked her up, slightly taken aback. Are all babies this soft and tender? She also had a faint milky scent.

Sensing his absent-mindedness, Zheng Zhian looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?" Could it be that she was too heavy? That shouldn't be the case. Zong Zhenping could lift her up, and she never overeats; once she's full, she won't eat more.

Because of this, her parents always felt that she wasn't as chubby as her fifth and sixth children, and they tried every means to make her eat more...

"It's nothing." Chu Mo said no more and flew upwards.

When Zheng Zhian exclaimed in admiration at how good his lightness skill was.

Suddenly something flew down from above, and she could feel the force of its impact. If she fell from there, she would either die or suffer a terrible fate!

"Quick..." Before she could finish shouting, Chu Mo had already dodged to the side in mid-air and stopped on the green tiles of the sixth-floor roof, his anger clearly showing as he looked up.

Following his gaze, Zheng Zhian saw her fortune-telling master sitting on the edge of the seventh-floor roof, one leg dangling over the edge, one hand resting on his bent knee, the other tossing a chess piece into the air and catching it, looking down at them with an air of utter disbelief.

"Come on up quickly!"

Chu Mo didn't move, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at him. Zheng Zhian looked at him in confusion, wanting to ask, "Why don't you go up?"

The chess pieces above were already attacking with intense energy, and Chu Mo quickly dodged them with her.

At first, Chu Mo handled the situation quite easily, but as the pieces became more and more densely packed, he suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "Hold me tight."

Zheng Zhian immediately tightened his grip on his neck to avoid making him uncomfortable.

"Ah Mo, your martial arts haven't improved much! Have you been slacking off during practice lately?"

Not to mention he was angry, she was even getting angry looking at the old man who was leisurely making sarcastic remarks up there, and she wanted to punch him in the face.

While dodging, Chu Mo quickly assessed how to get up. His master always caught him off guard like this. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he and his junior sister would probably have fallen.

“Go to that place.” Zheng Zhian pointed to a corner on the right, which was the old man’s blind spot.

Hearing the soft voice in his arms, Chu Mo glanced in that direction, carefully protecting the little one in his arms. He pretended to rush upwards again, but actually charged straight to the place she had mentioned.

Gaining a brief respite, he immediately mustered his strength, raised his left arm, and used the edge of the eaves above for leverage to climb up.

Seeing them come up, Xiao Huachi, who was sitting over there, stopped playing, got up and walked back into the pavilion, chuckling as he tossed the remaining chess pieces back into the room. "Not bad, not bad, you've improved."

Xiao Huachi ignored their unfriendly glares, flicked his wide robes, put his hands behind his back, and said with a serious expression, "Little guy, you're here." It was as if he wasn't the one who had just attacked them from the outside. "Is there something you don't understand that you've come to ask your teacher? Come, let me explain it to you."

Chu Mo put her down, ignored her, and sat back down in his seat, flipping through his books.

“Yes!” Zheng Zhian said innocently, raising his little face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

She stepped forward, and Xiao Huachi picked her up, saying as expected, "Then tell me what you don't understand, and I'll explain it to you."

The Eight Trigrams are inherently complex and difficult to learn; even adults may not be able to understand them, let alone a child as young as her. No matter how intelligent she is, she cannot fully comprehend them without his explanation.

Zheng Zhian tugged at his silver hair that hung down to his chest, smiling brightly. "I just want to ask Master, have you lived too long?"

"Why do you ask that?" Although he is relatively old, he hasn't lived too long!

"Otherwise, why would he be so bored as to harm his own disciple?" Zheng Zhian said through gritted teeth, while simultaneously pulling downwards with force.

Xiao Huachi's scalp ached from being pulled so hard that she turned her head to the side to relieve the pain. She said sternly, "Let go, Zheng Zhian, are you trying to betray your master and ancestors?" She really didn't hold back this time.

"Master, you're afraid of pain too! I thought you weren't." Zheng Zhian let go of her hand; she just wanted to vent her anger.

Just now, Chu Mo dodged and weaved while holding herself, which was no less dangerous than her desperate struggle against the energy gun. It's amazing that the old man could still laugh during that.

Even Chu Mo seemed completely unfazed, which she didn't quite understand.

Chu Mo watched the interaction between the two, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes beneath his calm face.

His junior sister is really... a newborn calf. She's probably the only one in the entire Anchong who would dare to do something like this, and she's sitting unharmed in her master's lap.

Zheng Zhian took the book his master had given him out of his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "I've finished reading it."

"You've finished reading? You've memorized it all? You understand it?" Xiao Huachi composed himself, looking down at her with a serious expression.

Sensing the obvious skepticism in his tone, Zheng Zhian scoffed, "Ask whatever you want."

It's a bit difficult to understand everything, but memorizing the content is not a problem.

Seeing her confident demeanor, Xiao Huachi asked with some doubt, "Then tell me, which acupoints correspond to the Qian hexagram?" Fearing she wasn't paying attention, he added, "If you answer incorrectly, you'll be punished."

Perhaps it was because I had just held the little one in my arms and felt how tiny and soft she truly was.

Sitting in the corner, Chu Mo subconsciously looked at her, a hint of worry visible in his eyes. His master had said that when it came to punishment, he would really not show any mercy.