I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The appearance of this young master seemed to frighten Miss Jiu.

She was holding a fork, about to poke the strawberry pudding, when her hand froze in mid-air, the tip of the fork hovering above the pudding, too afraid to drop it.

Miss Jiu shrank back slightly, her shoulders hunched, and her head lowered. She was no longer willing to eat the food that had made her happy. She sat there looking like a child who had made a mistake, feeling wronged.

Zhang Yangqing was also observing, but didn't say anything for the time being.

I am not currently part of Miss Jiu's faction, and there are other people here besides them.

He also wanted to see how these young masters and ladies got along.

The gloomy and eerie figure sat opposite, holding a fork but not eating, his gaze shifting back and forth between the Eighth Young Master and the Ninth Miss.

According to Zhang Yangqing's observation, the one who spoke should be the Eighth Young Master. He is not very old, only a little older than the Ninth Miss. He is the ambitious man mentioned by the red-haired psychic, with an arrogant and disdainful personality.

Now it certainly looks like this guy is looking down his nose at people, his chin is held high, and his eyes are looking down as if he's looking at something dirty.

His two servants stood behind him, wearing white masks and black suits, motionless like two indifferent statues.

The Eighth Young Master's opening remarks were extremely sharp: "Your face is really ugly, neither human nor ghostly, it really affects my appetite, I don't want to eat anything when I see you."

Miss Jiu covered her face, her voice barely audible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She didn't dare to look up or say a word in rebuttal; she just kept apologizing.

The Eighth Young Master wouldn't stop just because of the apology. He continued, "How many times have I taught you table manners? You still can't even eat properly. What else can you do? All you do is loaf around here, waiting to die. All you do is play. What kind of life can you possibly have?"

Miss Jiu lowered her head further and further, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held back and didn't cry.

Even the melancholy and eerie figure next to him couldn't bear to watch.

Miss Jiu is just having a meal; she's just a little kid. Is it really that big of a deal?
He put down his fork, leaned forward slightly, and tried to speak, but Zhang Yangqing pressed his knee down under the table.

The melancholy and strange figure paused for a moment, then looked at Zhang Yangqing, who shook his head slightly.

Miss Jiu looked so wronged, tears were almost falling, it was heartbreaking.

Her lips were pursed tightly, and she dared not utter a sound.

Just as Youyu and Guwei were about to speak, someone came over.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit stood up from a table not far away, put down his napkin, and walked over.

His hair was half black and half white, with particularly noticeable white hair at his temples. He had fine lines on his face and deep eye bags, making him look much older than his actual age.

According to the information from the red-haired psychic, he should be the fourth young master here. He went wrong in his training and his lifespan is being consumed very quickly, making him look very old.

He walked up to the Eighth Young Master, looked him in the eyes, and said in a calm tone, "Eighth Young Master, is saying unpleasant things while others are eating considered proper etiquette?"

The Eighth Young Master's expression changed; his smile froze for a moment, then vanished, replaced by an impatient one.

He put his hands back in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and raised his chin a little higher: "Hmph, it's not your place to teach me manners, you piece of trash."

He paused, his gaze shifting from the Fourth Young Master to the Ninth Miss, then back again: "Useless people like to be with other useless people."

After saying that, the Eighth Young Master turned and left.

Two servants followed behind, their steps in unison and very soft.

They walked to the door, pushed it open, and went outside.

The fourth young master was not angry, and his expression did not even change.

He walked over to Miss Jiu, squatted down, looked at her, and said in a gentle voice, "It's alright, eat slowly, no need to rush."

Miss Jiu raised her head, glanced at him, and nodded.

After finishing his business, the fourth young master stood up, turned around, and left.

Zhang Yangqing didn't say a word from beginning to end. He was like an observer, watching everything unfold.

Miss Jiu's emotions came and went quickly. Before long, she started eating happily again, eating the strawberries on the pudding one by one and licking the cream off the cake with her fingers.

She ate with food all over her mouth, and her eyes narrowed into slits as she laughed.

She'd been scolded by her older siblings so many times that she was used to it.

The people who weren't used to it were the people around her, not her.

After finishing his meal and leaving the restaurant, Zhang Yangqing had a general understanding of the network of relationships surrounding Miss Jiu.

It's obvious that the Fourth Young Master still takes good care of this little sister; at least he's a decent person.

Regardless of whether he's acting or not, even if he is, if he can act for a lifetime, that still shows good character.

The Eighth Young Master clearly has a grudge against the Ninth Miss.

As for the source of the hatred, we can deduce it from the intelligence: it's jealousy, the jealousy that's evident between the lines.

Zhang Yangqing remembered that the red-haired psychic once said that the Eighth Young Master always liked to show off in front of the mistress and always wanted to prove to her that he was the most useful one.

The core of what the Eighth Young Master did was to gain the approval of the mistress.

Once you gain the approval of the mistress, you can obtain many privileges and become the true owner of this building.

So this is where the conflict between the Eighth Young Master and the Ninth Miss lies.

The Eighth Young Master is clearly very outstanding, but Zhang Yangqing estimates that he will not be able to gain much recognition. On the contrary, he sees that the mistress dotes on the Ninth Miss.

He couldn't understand why the mistress didn't like him, given how outstanding he was.

He followed all the rules and regulations set by the mistress, and he learned all the etiquette required by the mistress. He was very capable and talented enough, but he didn't understand where he was lacking.

At this time, he saw that the mistress doted on her useless younger sister and even risked her life for her.

He blamed his lack of recognition on his younger sister; if it weren't for her, the mistress would have liked him the most.

This is why the Eighth Young Master is always the one with the sharpest words whenever he sees the Ninth Miss.

Zhang Yangqing guessed that the rule here was that the young masters and young ladies could not attack each other directly; otherwise, the Eighth Young Master would have already made a move.

But how could Miss Jiu understand all this? She was just a little girl who loved to eat, drink, and have fun. She thought it was because she wasn't good enough that her older brothers and sisters were angry.

The above is all based on Zhang Yangqing's observation of the Eighth Young Master's words and his deductions from other intelligence.

As for whether it's accurate or not, if the Eighth Young Master knew that Zhang Yangqing guessed this way, he would definitely say: Dude, you've read the script, haven't you?

Actually, it's not difficult to guess these things. People in the world of ghost stories follow certain patterns, and they do things with a purpose.

Once you know their personalities, their relationships, and whether their goals conflict, you can roughly understand what might have happened between them.

The other young masters and ladies dining at the restaurant were basically ignored.

They weren't good people either, and they didn't want to offend Lao Ba because of it.

In other words, in their eyes, Lao Jiu was of little value and was just a dispensable younger sister with no presence.

It was only when the mistress had said something to them about teaching the ninth son manners that they would occasionally point fingers, scold, or say something.

After lunch, on their way back, Zhang Yangqing and Youyu Weiyi were followed by Miss Jiu.

She carried the teddy bear and dragged the six-eyed weasel along, walking slowly but always following behind, neither too close nor too far.

Zhang Yangqing was a monitoring operator and was heading back to the monitoring room. He didn't understand why Miss Jiu had followed him.

He stopped and turned back to ask, "What are you doing following us?" (End of Chapter)