Chapter 22

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yan Ping, who was called out, stood up, his expression apologetic. “I’m sorry. We have an important guest today and I was so caught up in the preparations that I actually forgot about Miss Yan Xi and the Young Master Yan Chushi.”

Yan Xi turned her head and caught the smugness in the depths of his eyes.

As for whether he had really forgotten, only he knew.

She and Yan Chushi were standing in the middle. Before she could move, a hearty voice rang out.

“Yan Xi, come here! Sit next to me!” In the Imperial College’s seats, Ji San’s eyes lit up when he saw Yan Xi. He kept waving his hands and even grinned at her.

Yun Yuhan’s hand that was holding his teacup paused. His light and indifferent eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Ji San beside him, and his long eyelashes drooped.

The others all frowned. Why was Ji San so enthusiastic about Yan Xi?

However, Yan Xi just felt that this guy was trying to take the opportunity to make her remove her mask.

Not wanting Yan Xi to get closer to the noble students of Imperial College, Yan Sheng quickly gave Yan Ping a look.

Yan Ping quickly said, “It’s all my fault. Someone, quickly prepare the chairs for Miss Yan Xi and Young Master Yan Chushi.”

Immediately, two servants brought up chairs and Yan Ping arranged for them to be far away from the students of Imperial College.

Seeing that Yan Ping was deliberately going against him, Ji San frowned in dissatisfaction. His eyes swept over Yan Ping, no longer cheerful and peaceful like before, but with the fierceness of some kind of beast.

Yan Ping immediately felt an inexplicable pressure surround him. Cold sweat began to drip down his face. He was no longer smug. He shrunk his neck and left.

Yan Xi led Yan Chushi to their seats and looked ahead. Since they were already here, she was suddenly curious about why Yun Yuhan wanted to cooperate with them.

Imperial College was snobbish, why would they be interested in a small family from a remote country?

Yan Zhongshan sat on the main seat and seemed to have thought of this as well. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, “The Holy Son has come on behalf of Imperial College to discuss a collaboration. May I know what the collaboration is about? ”

Every year, this was the recruitment season for all the major colleges on the continent. Colleges were considered independent institutions in Tianqi, and there were no boundaries between them.

There were two ways to enter a college. One was to take the assessment in September every year. The second was to be noticed by the college’s recruitment teachers.

Tianqi was vast, but most of the famous and powerful colleges were located in the Longyuan Empire. It was also very difficult for students from distant vassal states to get into college. In order to not miss out on talented candidates, each college would send teachers to search for talented candidates in different regions every year.

However, the standards for recruitment were very high.

Duanmu Rou had been accepted into Imperial College because of her specialty in refining medicine.

According to the usual practice, Imperial College would only send a few teachers to the capital of the Muyun Kingdom to recruit students and would not come to this small town. However, ever since Yun Yuhan, who was said to have the potential to reach the Mystical Overlord Realm, appeared here, Imperial College had begun to take the Muyun Kingdom seriously.

Yun Yuhan, who was clearly being questioned by Yan Zhongshan, lowered his long eyelashes and coldly spat out a reply, “We need to explore the Misty Forest.”

After that, he did not say anything more.

Everyone was confused. Didn’t they say they were going to discuss possible cooperation?

Ji San bit on an apple without any scruples and was amused when he saw the confused expressions on everyone’s faces and rolled his eyes.

“Yun Yuhan is a funny guy. He’s hard to talk to and has a bad personality.”

As he spoke, he did not care about Yun Yuhan’s status as the Holy Son.

Yun Yuhan’s sharp, cold eyes looked over, and it felt like the atmosphere had gotten colder.

No one dared say anything. Even the Yan family could tell that the two did not seem to get along.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to have stagnated, and those of lower status did not dare speak.

Only Yan Xi’s posture was relaxed. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised—as if she was watching something interesting. One hand was lazily feeding fruit to Yan Chushi.

Yan Chushi was eating the fruit happily and did not seem to care about what was going on.

Ji San looked at Yan Xi, who looked amused. He deliberately grinned at her, his amber eyes wild, and signed to her, “How’s the show? Are you amused?”

Yan Xi lazily opened her eyes, and signed back, “Not bad.”

“I’ve given you something interesting to watch. Can you show me your face now?”

“I’ll consider it if you give me money.”

Their hand movements were so quick that to everyone else, it looked like they were flirting with each other!

Duanmu Rou’s lips curled into a sneer. She was seducing the third young master of the Ji family even though she was disfigured. Yan Xi was such a vixen!

She sneaked a glance at Yun Yuhan, who was sitting upright in front of her.

Yun Yuhan did not seem to care at all. He picked up his teacup and sipped his tea with a cold expression.

There was a tiny, almost inaudible sound, and no one noticed that a tiny crack had appeared in the porcelain teacup in Yun Yuhan’s hand.

He calmly put down the teacup.

“Ji San, this isn’t appropriate,” he said in a cold and refined voice. “Your image doesn’t just represent yourself. It also represents the college. Be mindful of your conduct.”

The crowd was shocked, especially the students from Imperial College.

Yun Yuhan was famous for being a man of few words, and this was the longest sentence he had said today.

But on second thought, it made sense. So what if Yan Xi was an ugly good-for-nothing? She was still Yun Yuhan’s fiancée after all!

No man could tolerate his fiancée making eyes at someone else in front of him! It was not a matter of love; it was a matter of dignity!

Ji San raised his chin, his expression insolent. “I’m exchanging glances with Yan Xi. It’s none of your business.”

Yun Yuhan’s expression was calm. His slender fingers gripped the porcelain cup tightly. His soft brocade robe hung down and covered his wrists, concealing the tension in his body.

The thin crack inside the porcelain teacup continued to spread like a spider web, but it finally stopped. At least from the outside, it did not seem to be a big problem.

He retracted his gaze, his usual cold and indifferent voice devoid of any emotion.

“It’s up to you.”