They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Despite saying that, the other party showed no intention of making a move. Wu Ziyan patted the man in black's hand: "You wouldn't dare!"

She was right. The man didn't dare to make a move, but instead approached her step by step. He was a head taller than Wu Ziyan. When he got closer, Wu Ziyan smelled a special fragrance. This was a fragrance that men liked to use.

Wu Ziyan narrowed her eyes. He spoke like a woman. Could it be that his voice could change? Looking at his figure and waist, he was also indistinguishable from a woman. He was strong and tall, but she felt that this man in black should be a man.

Wu Ziyan actually tried to grab the other person's mask, but the other person moved aside and Wu Ziyan missed. But she wouldn't give up and reached out to grab it again.

Fang Yuerong thought to herself, "This woman is really strange. Even though he used a threatening tone to reprimand her, she was not afraid at all, and she doesn't know any martial arts."

Wu Ziyan relentlessly pursued him, unaware that the person before her was her rival—Fang Yuerong.

Perhaps feeling unable to argue with Wu Ziyan or resort to violence, he tried to leave when suddenly a shout rang out: "Fourth Princess!"

The person who called her was none other than Chu Yu, the third son of the Situ family. Wu Ziyan turned around and answered, but when she turned her head, Fang Yuerong had already disappeared. Chu Yu walked to Wu Ziyan's side: "I saw you dealing with a man in black just now?"

"Ah, don't worry, but Chu Yu, why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm just accompanying Chu Qiu out for a stroll. He'll be staying in the court in the future, so I'm letting him get familiar with the environment."

"He's all better already?" [No wonder he's a soldier, he's got an iron body! Ah! Does that mean he'll have eight-pack abs?] Thinking this, a lewd smile crept onto her lips.

"Those who practice martial arts have a good physical foundation," Chu Yu replied.

Chu Qiu stood there at a distance until Chu Yu waved to him before he came over. He bowed coldly, his expression as cold as a machine: "Fourth Princess."

Just those few words, and that's it? Just like the beginning of the conversation, very few words were exchanged. How can we even have a proper chat? Wu Ziyan smiled slightly, thinking that opening Chu Qiu's heart was much more difficult than opening Sima Lingchuan's.

Embarrassment was written all over his face. Wu Ziyan looked at Chu Yu, signaling her to say something. Chu Yu was also very curious. Although her younger brother was not talkative, he was too indifferent to Wu Ziyan.

"Ah, Chu Qiu, from now on the Fourth Princess will be your superior, you two need to get to know each other better." Chu Yu looked at Wu Ziyan with a smile, "It was arranged by the General."

"Huh?" [Thank you so much, my dear sister.]

Hearing this, Chu Qiu's face darkened even more. This irresponsible boss was completely out of line and had no authority whatsoever. Chu Qiu's reluctance was clearly written all over his face.

Seeing his sour expression, Wu Ziyan also lost her temper: "Chu Qiu, you will come to my residence starting tomorrow and become my full-time bodyguard!"

"Yes." Although his expression was extremely reluctant, he responded to the order very quickly. Wu Ziyan thought he would object, but she didn't find his reaction interesting.

The two escorted Wu Ziyan to Baixiang Pavilion before parting ways. Mo Baiyun heard a sound and poked her head out from the door: "Master, come quickly, someone is looking for you."

Wu Ziyan looked puzzled. "Wow, before I even had a chance to look around, Mo Baiyun closed the door, as if there was something he didn't want to see."

"What is it, Xiaoyun'er?" Wu Ziyan shook off his hand, thinking that this was something important and that she had to close the door to talk about it!

Then his gaze settled on the round table in the living room, where one person was standing and another was sitting. The person sitting was dressed in fine clothes, adorned with gold and jade, and jewels. His red lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. In Wu Ziyan's mind, he didn't know whether to call him a handsome man or a beautiful woman.

Wu Ziyan then looked at Mo Baiyun and asked in a low voice, "What is this?"

Mo Baiyun deliberately leaned close to Wu Ziyan's ear: "Young Master Fang."

Wu Ziyan was taken aback. This attire was a bit much. A young master? She definitely wasn't into this kind of thing. Wu Ziyan carefully observed him. The servant standing there kept his head down. She only glanced at him and didn't pay much attention. She then walked over and sat down.

He personally poured tea for the young master: "Young Master Fang?"

The man glanced at Wu Ziyan without a hint of mockery: "Is this all you do to entertain your guests? And just by the smell, you can tell it's cheap tea!"

"I'm short of money, sorry for the neglect!" Wu Ziyan ignored his sarcasm and took a sip, feeling refreshed.

Then she stared intently at him, looking him up and down, even standing up and circling him to examine him, making the so-called Young Master Fang blush and want to explode: "What kind of manners are these? They are utterly rude!"

"Oh dear, my beauty, please don't be angry. I'll send someone to take you home. I'm tired today." Wu Ziyan gestured for Mo Baiyun to see the guest out.

"I'm here to talk to you about business." His tone lacked authority, immediately giving him away. Wu Ziyan raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"What kind of business? My Baixiang Pavilion isn't open yet. If you want to buy something, leave your address when it opens, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."

"You're just asking a question you already know the answer to."

Wu Ziyan's gaze drifted to the servant next to the richly dressed man, and she walked over without saying a word. She already had a general idea of ​​what kind of play they were putting on.

They've probably heard too many rumors and want to test whether she's a good-for-nothing. But since they want to play along, let's play along.

Her fingers traced circles around the servant's chest: "It's not impossible to talk business. I've taken a liking to your little sidekick. Give him to me, and I'll talk to you."

When she said those words, the man sitting there visibly changed his expression and was about to lash out, but then he met the servant's eyes and the servant gently shook his head.

He held back again.

"You're really handsome. Would you like to be with me?" Wu Ziyan's eyes were flirtatious. [You little rascal! Even after all this, you can still pretend. You're really good at holding back.]

"He's one of my men, how could I possibly let him go with you?"

“If that’s how you put it, then there’s no business to discuss.” Wu Ziyan feigned a wronged expression: “Xiao Yun’er, then let’s just see the guest out.”

"Yes, Master!"

The richly dressed man looked at the servant again, his eyes seeming to ask something.