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

Upon hearing Zhang Yangqing's question, Miss Jiu replied, "Because in other places, my older brothers and sisters would always say a few words to me when they came over. Only in that shabby little place, the monitoring room, can I rest quietly for a while without my older brothers and sisters coming over."

Zhang Yangqing: "."

My inner monologue: It is indeed very small and run-down, but you are so naive, you really speak your mind.

He didn't say anything, turned around and continued walking.

Miss Jiu followed behind, her steps much lighter.

Back in the monitoring room, Zhang Yangqing sat down and asked Miss Jiu, "Do you know when the mistress will be back?"

Miss Jiu perked up, raised the teddy bear in her hand, and made a "clattering" sound: "The carriage, when I hear the sound of the carriage, I know that the mistress has returned. The mistress has many white horses, very beautiful white horses, pulling a golden carriage. When the carriage passes by, there will be the sound of bells in the corridor."

As she spoke, her eyes lit up, as if she were recalling something beautiful.

After chatting for a while, Miss Jiu's mood dropped again.

She lowered her head, rubbing her fingers on the teddy bear's ears: "Big brother, do you think I'm stupid? I always make mistakes, and the older brothers and sisters don't like me."

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "I've said it before, you're not stupid, and you're not wrong. They're the ones who are wrong."

Miss Jiu looked up at him, her eyes filled with doubt: "Why? It was clearly because I didn't do well. I don't know why I forgot the etiquette they taught me so quickly. I wanted to remember it, but I just couldn't."

There was no sense of grievance in her tone; she was simply stating a fact, or one could say she was doubting herself.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Because the etiquette they teach you is wrong."

Miss Jiu was even more puzzled: "But the mistress taught us the same thing, so the mistress couldn't be wrong, could she?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "The mistress is naturally right. You are just too weak. If you were as strong as the mistress, would they dare to speak to you like that?"

Zhang Yangqing had no intention of teaching Miss Jiu, but since she took the initiative to ask, it was her request, so he answered her questions appropriately.

Anyway, he didn't treat her as the main core; he just made her a branch.

Miss Jiu nodded as if she understood, "Then what should I do to make my older brothers and sisters think I did nothing wrong?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "As long as you have the ability to kill any one of them at will and are not restricted by the rules, then they will naturally not think you are wrong."

I wonder if Miss Jiu has taken this to heart.

The melancholy, eerie man next to him was sweating profusely, thinking: Dude, do you really not know what you're saying?

How could you say something so dangerous? If this little girl listens to it, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He glanced at Miss Jiu, who was lying in front of the monitoring console, half asleep and half awake, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open, and there was still cream left on the corner of her mouth from eating cake.

I don't know if she listened or not; maybe she was just sleepy.

Zhang Yangqing didn't disturb her. He planned to go and meet the Fifth Young Master, since the red-haired psychic had invited him, and he should at least make some contact with him.

He estimated that nothing would happen during the day, because many young masters and ladies had appeared at this stage, and the chosen ones needed a lot of time to gather information and choose to join forces or build relationships.

So there shouldn't be any accidents in the monitoring room, otherwise even the Chosen One would be overwhelmed.

He said to the melancholy and eerie man, "You stay in the monitoring room and watch her."

He nodded in a melancholic and enigmatic manner.

Zhang Yangqing left and headed to the Fifth Young Master's lounge.

After walking through several corridors and up several flights of stairs, I stopped in front of a room on the seventh floor.

The door was made of wood, dark brown, and the doorknob was made of brass and polished to a high shine.

He knocked three times, slowly and deliberately.

A cheerful voice, tinged with laughter, came from inside: "Please come in!"

Zhang Yangqing pushed open the door and entered. The room was very large, several times larger than the monitoring room.

The floor was covered with dark wood flooring, polished so bright that it reflected your image.

Several paintings and calligraphies hung on the wall, all depicting landscapes with rich brushstrokes and a powerful presence.

A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, crammed full of books, some with faded spines, others still new.

Opposite the bookshelf was a long table with tea sets and several plates of snacks on it.

There were three or four people in the room, scattered in different places. One was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine, one was leaning against the bookshelf reading a book, and one was sitting at the table drinking tea.

The fifth young master sat behind the main table, dressed in a dark suit without a tie, with one button undone at the collar.

His hair was neatly combed, his eyebrows were thick, his skin was good, and there were no wrinkles on his face, so you couldn't tell his actual age.

The Fifth Young Master always had a smile on his lips, a smile that wasn't just polite, but a genuine smile that made people feel comfortable.

He looked very energetic and kind.

At least that's how it appears; he has that ability.

When the Fifth Young Master saw Zhang Yangqing enter, he stood up from behind the table, walked around the table, and came to greet him.

He extended his hand and shook hands with Zhang Yangqing.

"You're the monitor? Please have a seat, please have a seat."

His voice was very warm, as if he were greeting an old friend.

The red-haired psychic stood behind the Fifth Young Master, looking at Zhang Yangqing with anticipation. It seemed he had been recommending Zhang Yangqing to the Fifth Young Master, believing him to be a reliable talent.

Zhang Yangqing sat down, and the Fifth Young Master also sat down. The red-haired psychic poured them tea.

The fifth young master picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, looked at Zhang Yangqing, and asked, "Are you getting used to working here? Being a monitoring officer is not a good job. You have to stay up late a lot, there are all sorts of things to do, and you have to deal with all kinds of emergencies."

Zhang Yangqing said, "It's alright, I'll get used to it slowly."

He also picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The tea is very fragrant; it's not ordinary tea, it's a divine tea.

He could sense a faint energy flowing in the tea soup, but he couldn't perceive its specific properties; this body's senses were too weak.

The Fifth Young Master nodded and looked Zhang Yangqing up and down.

But after taking one look, he didn't look at it a second time.

He realized that Zhang Yangqing was just an ordinary person, with no energy in his body.

You should know that the Fifth Young Master's subordinates are all telekinetic masters, and his own energy level is also quite high.

Among ordinary people, Zhang Yangqing is already considered quite good, but in the circle of the Fifth Young Master, he is indeed not good enough.

The Fifth Young Master trusted the red-haired psychic's recommendation, but he also felt that Zhang Yangqing was just a dispensable person.

If they come, he welcomes them; if they don't, he doesn't need them.

Out of politeness, he still asked, "Redhead said you're very capable. Would you like to join us? Although we're not rich here, we have plenty to eat and drink, and the brothers are all very friendly."

His tone was relaxed, as if he were extending an invitation, not a solicitation, but more like a casual "it's fine if you come or not."

But Zhang Yangqing noticed a detail: the Fifth Young Master only asked him if he wanted to join, without promising him anything.

They didn't mention any compensation or benefits they could offer him.

Because at the moment, he really couldn't see any value in Zhang Yangqing.

To put it bluntly, just adding you to the team is already a favor to my subordinates. Whether you join or not is irrelevant, since I don't need any more people here.

Zhang Yangqing could naturally see it, but seeing that the other person was being very friendly, he also wore a smile.

He put down his teacup and said, "Thank you for the invitation, Fifth Young Master. My abilities are still limited, and I need more practice. I will come to serve you when I feel I am qualified."

His tone was sincere, without the coldness of refusal or the eagerness of acceptance.

This is a very appropriate answer; it neither offends anyone nor makes one feel wronged.

The fifth young master smiled and didn't try to stop him: "Alright, then you go ahead and do your work. If you need any help, just come to me."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his teacup again.

This means seeing the guest off.

Everyone was just being polite; nobody took it seriously.

The meeting ended so simply and hastily. (End of Chapter)