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"Miss Jin, this drink is quite nice, would you like to try it? I heard..."

"Miss Jin, have you chosen a school for your future studies? My son is..."

Besides strangers, there were also many family elders whom I had only met once.

"Wuyou, do you still remember me? Why don't you call out to me?"

They were surrounded by seven or eight people, making it impossible for them to get through.

Faced with this onslaught right away, Jin Wuyou inevitably felt a pang of social anxiety.

I instinctively tugged at my mother's clothes and hid behind her.

Lan Mingyue maintained a polite smile and spoke skillfully with these people.

“The child’s grandfather is here, let’s go over and say hello.”

Upon seeing Jin Zhengqing approach, Lan Mingyue skillfully made an excuse to leave.

"dad."

"grandfather."

Just then, the old man was talking to a group of elderly people, and Jin Wuyou greeted them one by one as Jin Zhengqing introduced them.

Then Lan Mingyue used the excuse that children don't like adults chatting to send her away, which Jin Wuyou was more than happy to do.

I wandered around the whole place just to find a quiet spot.

However, adults were almost everywhere in the venue, and the children's side was even noisier.

"Wuyou, what are you wandering around for? Come here." In the end, Lan Xicheng caught her.

"This is Mr. Moshu, an internal member of the Community Alliance."

"My cousin Jin Wuyou."

Lan Xicheng introduced them to each other.

"Hello, Mr. Mo Xiu," Jin Wuyou greeted him warmly.

"Hello, little friend." Although Mo Xiu smiled and seemed friendly, there was actually a great distance between him and others.

Jin Wuyou was sizing up the person in front of her, and Mo Xiu was also sizing her up.

Her first impression of this person was that he was unfathomable, and secondly, he was irritable. Although he concealed it well, his mental state must be highly polluted, and he had extremely strong self-control.

However, as an insider, how could he lack self-discipline? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stand out from all the geniuses of humanity.

"You still haven't told me what you're doing?" Lan Xicheng continued to ask.

"Sigh, let's find a quiet place," Jin Wuyou sighed and answered truthfully.

“Miss Wuyou is quite interesting. I was also looking for a quiet place, but I couldn’t find one either,” Mo Xiu suddenly chuckled.

“I know a quiet place, come with me.” Lan Xicheng led them up to the second floor, which was an art hall with musical instruments, calligraphy and paintings, and many antiques.

It is indeed relatively quiet because many interstellar people don't like these things.

"I might need to meditate for a bit, excuse me," Mo Xiu said, walking to a corner and sitting cross-legged.

Lan Xicheng's expression was solemn; he would only choose to meditate when his mental energy was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

And this person remained completely calm and collected throughout, which was truly terrifying.

"Crown Prince Xicheng, could you please invite my teammates along? They must be feeling uncomfortable in such a noisy environment." Mo Xiu, still with his eyes closed, spoke very politely.

This was also the purpose of their trip to the Silvermoon Empire. They had previously visited the Dono Empire, but the princess there was too arrogant, and they were unable to fulfill her request; she refused to treat them. This time, they came to the Silvermoon Empire to give it a try.

If they could really obtain a divine flower from the Silver Moon Empire, many of them would be saved.

“You look very young, but your mental pollution is more severe than that of many elderly people,” Jin Wuyou couldn’t help but say, looking at him.

"There's no way around it. The more mental energy you use, the more polluted it becomes. When we're young, we fight desperately for our goals, and after we achieve them, we fight desperately for our beliefs. We're almost always on missions, and we encounter a lot of dangers and get a lot of pollution."

As he was speaking, the people he had asked Lan Xicheng to invite also arrived.

Each of them seemed to have made vigilance a habit.

They only entered after confirming that their teammates were there and that Jin Wuyou posed no threat. To avoid interfering with each other, they each stayed away from their teammates and meditated in a corner.

"Wuyou, I still have to go down and greet the other guests. Can you stay here and look after everyone?"

Lan Xicheng was also a little worried.

These people have extremely volatile mental states, which might affect Xiao Wuyou, but if it doesn't work for her, it would only affect others even more.

"Okay, cousin, you go ahead."

After careful consideration, Jin Wuyou realized that going down there would be too much noise and annoyance, while going up there would affect the mental energy of those people, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

After Lan Xicheng left, he immediately ordered someone to guard the entrance, making sure no one else came up. It would be bad if others were affected by the mental power of these people and caused a riot at the banquet.

This place is indeed quiet.

But she was already starting to be affected, and her mood began to become somewhat irritable.

Jin Wuyou walked to the place where the musical instruments were placed, and many of them were instruments she had never seen before.

But against the wall, she found a piano.

She didn't like the piano, even though it sounded beautiful. She preferred the guqin, but she had told the butler in charge of their education when she was young.

At the time, that person said that many people could not appreciate the guqin, while the piano had a wider and more refined audience and was more favored by the upper class.

She only wanted to learn what she liked, but in the end she was forced to learn the piano.

Jin Wuyou opened the piano lid and randomly pressed a few notes. He hadn't paid attention when he was learning, and now he couldn't tell if the tone was right or not.

She pulled out a chair, sat down, and assumed a position. To avoid disturbing others, she turned on the soundproofing.

I played my favorite piece from my past life, "Blue Sky".

As the familiar melody began, Jin Wuyou closed his eyes and gradually recalled bits and pieces of his past life.

At that time, she was sitting by the window in her room, looking at the sunlight and green trees outside, being forced to study by her teacher with a stick.

After piano practice, I practice tea ceremony; in the evening, I practice dance.

She was deprived of dinner simply because she weighed one pound more.

Later, she was sent abroad to study, and although it was in a foreign country, it was the happiest time of her life. When she was not studying, the person supervising her was not around, and she could do many things she wanted to do.

She learned to cook, and she does it very well. She's not afraid of being starved, and she can stroll on the dreamy lawn, feeling the freedom of the air. She can also spend her evenings watching movies, reading novels, and doing whatever she wants.

Although her good fortune didn't last long, her father arranged a "boyfriend" for her.

She also found out his preferences and arranged for someone to come abroad specifically to teach her the things that man liked, just to attract him and have common topics with him.

So she practiced shooting, fencing, golf, racing, and video games.

He even stopped going to school.

It was at this point that she decided she couldn't continue like this and began to plan for herself.

Thinking about these things now still makes me a little sad, but they are all in the past. What's the point of remembering them? She is Jin Wuyou now, not the Wuyou who can only be manipulated by others.

After the piece ended, Jin Wuyou smiled with relief and closed the piano lid.

But then she heard applause from behind her.

Jin Wuyou was startled and immediately turned around. She had clearly turned on the soundproofing (a one-way soundproofing device; she could hear sounds outside, but people outside couldn't hear her).

...(￥A￥)? Congratulations on your fortune...

I had to work overtime today (っ??╭╮??)っ, and I almost couldn't finish writing the regular updates. I still have a few chapters to revise, so I'll stay up all night to fix them before uploading.