I Just Won’t Play by the Book - Chapter 233

While chatting and laughing with Yin Jianghong, Jiang Beiran discovered that they had already returned to the bedchamber. He had just changed his emperor’s robe here.

Amidst the officials and palace maids calling out “Your Majesty,” Jiang Beiran arrived in front of a large hall that was 110 feet tall.

The decoration of this palace was comparable to the Mystic Listening Palace that Jiang Beiran had just praised. The outer beams and lintel were all colored paintings of ancient auspicious beasts. Looking inside, the dragon throne had a golden-painted coiling dragon caisson on top of it. The six gold pillars of the coiling dragon, which were close to the dragon throne, reached the top of the hall. They were connected to each other from top to bottom and left to right. The golden light was brilliant and extremely luxurious.

There was a pedestal in the hall, and the pedestal was seven steps. The gold-lacquered wooden throne with dragon patterns sat on the seven-step pedestal. The back of the throne was leaning against the dragon-lacquered screen.

Just as Jiang Beiran was looking around, he heard Yin Jianghong cough.

“Where are you?”

Jiang Beiran was stunned. He didn’t know who Yin Jianghong was calling.

However, after Yin Jianghong shouted, the hall was silent. No one answered him.

Seeing that no one answered, Yin Jianghong looked sullen. He took a deep breath and raised his voice, “Where are you?”

“I’m here… I’m here. Father, don’t be angry. It’s not good to be angry.”

Behind the dragon throne, Mu Yao, who was wearing a light pink dress, ran out and apologized repeatedly in fear and shock.

It had been half a year since they last met. Although Mu Yao’s height did not change much, her figure was becoming more and more exquisite. Her small waist was restrained by the cloud band, which made her appear even smaller. There was a seven treasures coral hairpin in her hair, which made her face look like a hibiscus flower. Her pair of big, fluttering eyes were even more lively and bright.

Her black hair was combed into a luxurious bun. It was gorgeous and graceful. The pearl the size of a pinky finger was sparkling like snow, and the stars twinkled in her hair,

It could be said that she had transformed from a female hero of the martial arts world into a graceful and elegant little girl.

However, from the awkward expression on her face when she grabbed the hem of her skirt, it could be seen that she was really not used to it.

“Sh*t, why is she here!?” Jiang Beiran suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his crotch because he had a good guess where Mu Yao was here.

“Have you forgotten the rules I taught you a few days ago? How should you put your hands!” Yin Jianghong said sternly.

When Mu Yao heard this, she immediately released her hand that was grabbing the hem of her dress and stood up straight like a palace maid. Her palms were facing downwards, and her left hand was placed on top of her right hand in front of her chest.

“How about your foot?”

Mu Yao first looked at Jiang Beiran before she felt a little humiliated and raised her left foot to take half a step back. At the same time, she kept her shoulders level and her upper body upright.

Yin Jianghong then nodded in satisfaction, she looked at Jiang Beiran and said, “Beiran, this girl is really too mischievous. Among the young disciples that I know, you are the shrewdest one. Therefore, I want her to learn more by your side. Consider it as me owing you a favor.”

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“F*ck!” Jiang Beiran cursed in his heart.

Yin Jianghong had already said so much. How could Jiang Beiran refuse? Yin Jianghong was simply forcing her in.

Moreover, letting her learn more from him was nonsense. They had made him, a righteous sect disciple, to be an emperor. Naturally, the demonic cult had to send some of their own people in the imperial palace, but why did Yin Jianghong send a silly girl?

Meanwhile, Mu Yao kept sending him messages from the corner of her eyes, “Don’t look! if you keep looking, I’ll kill you!”.

In order to prevent a silly girl from staying in the palace and acting like a demon, Jiang Beiran thought for a moment and said to Yin Jianghong.

“Cult Master Yin, I thought that Miss Mu didn’t like Hong to dress up and be only like armor. It would be a pity to let her enter the palace. I remember that Brother Jiuri is proficient in poetry. At the Gathering of young Heroes, I could tell that he had great ambitions from his poetry. Why don’t we let him enter the palace? I’ll give him a rank one high official to govern the Sheng Kingdom together. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Mu Yao clapped her hands in her heart. A sense of confidant arose in her heart, and she immediately felt that Jiang Beiran had delicate features.

After hearing this, Yin Jianghong looked at Jiang Beiran with a strange expression. He felt that this conversation had happened before, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt relieved.

Last time, Yin Jianghong wanted to match Jiang Beiran and Mu Yao a match, so he specifically asked Jiang Beiran and Mu Yao to investigate the Yellow Gang. However, he didn’t expect Jiang Beiran to find the leads in just three days, he even impatiently pushed Mu Yao back.

It was obvious that the two of them didn’t get along well on the way.

Yin Jianghong could only sigh. After all, as Mu Yao’s father, he knew her character very well. Whenever she met righteous sect disciples, she would definitely not give them a good look.

However, Yin Jianghong firmly believed that as long as one spent more time to cultivate love, it would always blossom and bear fruit.

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Last time, it was because the time was too short. This time, he directly threw Mu Yao into the palace and let her get along with Jiang Beiran day and night. Yin Jianghong believed that Jiang Beiran would definitely discover the loveliness in his daughter.

Therefore, Yin Jianghong shook his head after hearing it and said, “Let’s not talk about Jiuri’ wish first. Do you think Guan Shi’an will agree to this? It’s not just the emperor who can’t be a cultivator.”

“Sigh…”

Seeing that his last hope was gone, Jiang Beiran could only nod and say, “In that case, I’ll follow Cult Master Yin’s arrangement.”

Seeing that Jiang Beiran was defeated so quickly, Mu Yao hurriedly shouted, “Father, Yao’er will not cause trouble again. Don’t you abandon me, Father!”

“Don’t give me that! Do you think I’ll believe you! You’re doing ridiculous things all day long! If I don’t temper you this time, I’m afraid you’ll poke a hole in the sky next time! Stand properly!”

“Well…”