Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

Liao Kong paused for a moment, then slipped behind the Buddha statue when no one was paying attention.

Ying Yufu had exceptional hearing and looked up in the direction where Kong had disappeared.

Seeing nothing, she looked away and ignored it.

They knelt on the prayer mats and paid homage to the Buddha.

Just then, whispers came from afar, and Cheng Zhier, arm in arm with Madam Cheng, walked gracefully towards them.

Behind the two were a large group of servants and maids.

"Mother, look." Cheng Zhier spotted Shangguan Tang and Ying Yufu at a glance.

Her gaze swept across the room again, and she was drawn to the back of a handsome, slender young man.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. The boy's back looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

While I was in a daze, I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Following her gaze, Madam Cheng also saw Shangguan Tang and his entourage.

Her expression changed slightly, and she hesitated in her tracks.

Just then, Shangguan Tang got up and helped up the old lady of the Duke of Zhenguo. As they turned around, they saw the Cheng family mother and daughter.

"Greetings to the Dowager Lady of the Duke of Zhenguo."

When you're out in public, you still need to observe proper etiquette.

Madam Cheng performed the ceremony reluctantly.

The old lady of the Duke of Zhenguo pretended not to see how perfunctory she was, her expression indifferent, and nodded before walking past them to the outside.

Shangguan Tang didn't even glance at Madam Cheng, and directly helped the old lady away.

After that, Ying Yufu ignored them.

Madam Cheng's lips were tightly pressed together, and her face was pale.

Now everyone knows that Shangguan Tang has been granted the title of Lady of Holy Grace, while Ying Yufu is the Princess of Anguo. In terms of rank, they both have to pay their respects.

Making her bow to Shangguan Tang would be worse than killing her.

But Shangguan Tang's attitude just now made her feel even worse than when he used his status to make things difficult for her.

She completely ignored him.

A hint of resentment flashed across Madam Cheng's face. Why? Why did His Majesty still bestow honors upon Shangguan Tang and her daughter when the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was clearly on the verge of collapse?

Cheng Zhier also looked absent-minded. She curtsied and lowered her eyes slightly. Only when she felt Shangguan Tang and his group walk past her did she raise her eyes and glance at the young man's figure.

This time, she saw a profile.

But it was this profile view that made Cheng Zhier freeze on the spot.

"Zhi'er! Zhi'er!"

Madam Cheng called out several times, but Cheng Zhier did not respond.

Madam Cheng followed Cheng Zhier's gaze to Shangguan Tang and his group, but only saw a line of backs disappearing from her sight.

"Mother, I think I saw Ying Zhuoxiu," Cheng Zhier said.

"Zhi'er, you must be mistaken. Ying Zhuoxiu is a madman. Don't you remember how he swallowed a poisonous snake whole at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet back then?"

Cheng Zhier shook her head, her eyes resolute. "Mother, it's true. That person just now really was Ying Zhuoxiu. He seems... not crazy anymore."

Madam Cheng frowned immediately.

A dark emotion flashed in Cheng Zhier's eyes. "Why isn't he crazy anymore? Now it's Cheng Ting who's gone mad?"

She looked at Madam Cheng and said, "Mother, there's a conspiracy involved. Shangguan Tang and his gang must have used some underhanded methods."

"Zhi'er, they have just received His Majesty's rewards, you must not do anything foolish."

Mrs. Cheng was somewhat worried.

Cheng Zhier said, "Mother, as long as they don't harm Brother Chengting, I won't cause them any trouble."

That's what she said, but a dark storm flashed in Cheng Zhier's eyes.

Ying Zhuoxiu should live in the shadows. Why does he have the right to appear in public all the time?

After paying their respects to Madam Cheng, Cheng Zhier turned and walked out of the main hall.

Unbeknownst to them, a black centipede silently crawled up her skirt and into her neckline.

"hiss!"

Cheng Zhier suddenly hissed and stopped in her tracks.

She covered her neck with one hand, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Zhi'er, what's wrong?" Madam Cheng looked at her in confusion.

"Mom, I feel a sharp pain on my neck. Is it because my clothes aren't clean?"

She looked at Mrs. Cheng somewhat uncomfortably.

Madam Cheng stepped forward, with maids and servants blocking the way, and gently opened Cheng Zhier's collar.

She looked around, "There's nothing there. Oh, Zhi'er, why is there a little red dot on your neck?"

Cheng Zhier frowned and said, "Mother, let's hurry and go find my brother."

Madam Cheng said, "Yes, let your brother take a look; he knows traditional Chinese medicine."

Cheng Yunjing is not only skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, but he also knows the art of Gu poison.

Inside the room, he noticed the red spot on Cheng Zhier's neck and examined it closely, his expression changing slightly.

"Mother, Zhi'er, who did you just see?"

"I didn't see many people, except for the old lady of the Duke of Zhenguo, Shangguan Tang, Ying Yufu, and Ying Zhuoxiu."

"Ying Zhuoxiu?"

Cheng Yunjin looked at Cheng Zhier in surprise.

A dark aura appeared between Cheng Zhier's brows, and her face darkened considerably. "That's right, it's Ying Zhuoxiu. He's not crazy anymore; he's appeared out of nowhere."

"Zhi'er, your face..."

Madam Cheng gasped in surprise, covering her lips with her hand.

Cheng Yunjing's expression also changed.

"Mother, brother, why are you all looking at me like that? What happened to my face?"

"Zhi'er, don't move, you must have been poisoned by a Gu."

Cheng Yunjing said.

Madam Cheng paled instantly. "Gu poison? Yun Jing, will your sister be alright?"

Cheng Yunjing looked at her with a gentle smile and said, "Mother, don't worry, with me here, my sister will be fine."

Cheng Zhier looked at Cheng Yunjing with admiration, "Brother, you're amazing."

"Silly girl, even at a time like this, you still know how to be sweet-talking."

Cheng Yunjing looked at her with affection and had a servant bring over his personal trunk.

On the other side, Liao Kong retrieved the Gu worms and left in a different direction.

Just then, a young monk walked over, smiling, and said, "Liaokong, you're here? How about I give you a task?"

The other person was only thirteen or fourteen years old and had only been at the temple for less than two months. In terms of seniority, he was ranked after Kong.

But Liao Kong was really young, so he referred to himself as his senior brother.

Liao Kong stared at him with her dark eyes, without saying a word.

The young monk shoved the tray he was carrying into Liaokong's arms and said, "Liaokong, take these vegetarian dishes to the guests in the southeast wing. Once you've taken them in, come right back out."

He paused, then added, "Remember to leave your things and come out quickly!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away in a flash.

Liao Kong lowered his eyes and looked at the tray in his arms, on which was a bowl of white porridge, a plate of vegetables, and a steamed bun.

His young face was expressionless as he turned and went into the southeast wing.

The southeast wing was where Ying Chengting lived. These past few days, Ying Chengting had been in a bad mood, and yesterday he spilled the congee and side dishes he was given all over the little monk.

Today, the young monk refused to do the work and pushed it onto Kong.

Liao Kong's face remained expressionless, but a hint of ferocity surfaced in his dark eyes.

He released the black, centipede-like Gu worm again.

The Gu worm exerted its strength and quickly burrowed into the side room.

Ying Yufu came out of the other side room and saw the little novice monk carrying a tray swaying as he walked towards her.

She glanced at him casually, but her attention was immediately drawn to the little novice's eyes, which had no whites.

For some reason, Ying Yufu felt a little concerned and couldn't help but walk towards him.

"Little monk, what's your name?" she asked as she walked.

The young novice monk paused, a flicker of panic crossing his dark eyes. "Don't move! Don't move!"

Ying Yufu: "Huh?"

She looked at the young novice monk with some confusion, but still stopped in her tracks.

The young novice monk bent down, placed the tray in his arms on the ground, and then quickly ran forward and squatted down at Ying Yufu's feet.

He reached out and plucked a black, centipede-like insect from Ying Yufu's skirt.

"Oh, it's a bug!"

Ying Yufu was surprised.

How come there are bugs in this temple?

She looked around and saw that everything was very clean, so there shouldn't be any bugs.

Moreover, this insect looks rather strange; it doesn't seem like an ordinary creature.

"It doesn't bite, it's very well-behaved, don't be afraid," the little monk said quickly, his dark eyes scrutinizing Ying Yufu's expression.

"I'm not scared, and I think it's very well-behaved," Ying Yufu said casually to the child.

The young novice was taken aback, but seeing no fear on her face, he calmed down slightly and said, "That's good. Did you just arrive at Huangjue Temple today, benefactor?"

"Well, we're going to stay at Huangjue Temple for a few days. Little monk, could you bring us some tea and snacks later? Which room am I staying in?"

Ying Yufu smiled and pointed to the room diagonally opposite in the corridor.

The young novice monk paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll bring it over in a bit."

After saying that, he bent down, picked up the tray from the ground again, and carried it to the southeast wing.

The young novice knocked gently on the door twice, but there was no response from inside.

The young novice knocked again, but there was still no response.

The young novice monk then pushed open the door and went inside.

Ying Yufu lingered in the same spot for a while, her gaze following the young novice monk.

Although the little novice monk looked eerie and not as lively as ordinary children, she couldn't feel any aversion to him; on the contrary, she felt an urge to get closer to him.

[Little Dian, could he be related to my brother? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity when I see him? He's about the same age as Tan'er, and he's at Huangjue Temple. Could he really be that child?]

Xiao Dian: [...]

[Host, it really is true.]

Ying Yufu: 【!】

It really is true, he really is the younger brother!

She tried hard to recall, and suddenly realized that the little novice monk looked somewhat like Tan'er.

Only their eyes are different.

Moreover, the little novice's face was so pale it was unrecognizable, and she didn't react for a moment.

After understanding the young novice monk's identity, Ying Yufu couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he a little monk? Why does he look like that? He seems to be having a hard time."

[Host, you will soon know the truth.]

A sense of unease crept into Ying Yufu's heart.

She couldn't help but look at the young novice monk again.

To their surprise, they saw the young novice monk being pushed out.

Following closely behind were the trays that were thrown out.

Rice porridge and side dishes were spilled all over the young novice monk.

A patch of red appeared directly on the young novice's pale face.

The person inside roared frantically, "Get out! Get out! What do you take me for, eating this stuff every day?"

The young novice monk fell to the ground, got up, and picked up the broken pieces of porcelain.

Ying Yufu's face immediately turned cold.

She strode forward and pulled the young novice up.

His little hands were icy cold, as if they had no warmth at all.

Ying Yufu looked coldly into the room.

Ying Chengting's eyes were bloodshot, his expression was furious, and he was swaying and gesticulating wildly.

A cold smile flashed in Ying Yufu's eyes. She strode in and kicked Ying Chengting in the stomach.

Ying Chengting groaned as he was kicked to the corner of the bed.

He clutched his stomach, his expression pained, and angrily looked up, meeting Ying Yufu's icy gaze.

"Ying Yufu!" Ying Chengting's pupils contracted.

Just as Ying Yufu was about to speak, she felt the little novice monk gently tug at her sleeve.

Ying Yufu looked down and saw the young novice monk looking up at him. She whispered a reminder, "He's a man."

"Huh?" Ying Yufu asked, puzzled.

"Can you beat him?" the young novice asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, he's just a good-for-nothing." Ying Yufu felt a warmth in her heart. This little guy was really kind; he was actually worried that she would suffer.

However, as the older sister, she must make a good impression on her younger brother.

So she confidently patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I can take on a hundred of him by myself!"

After saying that, in order to prove herself, Ying Yufu stepped forward and slapped Ying Chengting across the face.

"Ying Chengting, who do you think you are? Bullying a child here? I'll show you!"

As he spoke, he slapped her again.

In the blink of an eye, Ying Chengting's cheeks puffed up.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully proven someone wrong. The system rewards you with 10 points, bringing your balance to 1010 points.]

Ying Yufu's eyebrows curved into a smile.

"Ying Yufu, are you crazy? How dare you hit me?"

Ying Chengting roared weakly.

Ying Yufu looked at him disdainfully: "This princess hitting you is giving you face, and you still dare to disobey?"

Ying Chengting also heard about Ying Yufu being granted the title of Princess Anguo.

"Even if you are a princess bestowed by His Majesty, you cannot hit people without cause!"

"You hit someone for no reason? Then you should first pick up the broken pieces of porcelain at the door and lick the porridge and vegetables off the ground."

Otherwise, I will report you to His Majesty for wasting food and living a life of extravagance.

"you!"

Ying Chengting's expression changed.

The young novice monk's dark eyes were unusually dull.

He stared blankly at Ying Yufu, seemingly not expecting her to be so fierce!

Ying Yufu slightly moved her toes, stepping on Ying Chengting's chest. "You tried to use a slave curse on me last time? I think you're the slave!"

Ying Chengting was in excruciating pain. He couldn't help but reach out to push Ying Yufu's foot. His eyes were filled with horror. She actually knew!

None of them saw that the young novice's expression changed instantly when he heard those words.

His eyes flashed with intense killing intent as he looked at Ying Chengting.

Ying Chengting felt a chill run through the air around him. He provocatively said, "Ying Yufu, no matter how you avoided it last time, you can't avoid it a second or third time. Just you wait."

Ying Yufu sneered: "Is that so? Then let's see if you have a second chance."

As she spoke, she moved her toes up to his throat and stomped down hard.

A suffocating sensation suddenly came over me.

"don't want!"

Ying Chengting sensed danger and roared in terror.

Ying Yufu looked at him with a mocking expression.

"Ying Yufu, what exactly do you want? Why do you have to meddle in other people's business?"

Ying Yufu turned around and glanced at the little novice monk.

"Ying Chengting, you have to apologize to him and clean up the mess at the door, otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you today."

She said coldly.

"Fine," Ying Chengting said through gritted teeth.

He got up from the ground and bowed towards the young novice monk: "Little master, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now."

After saying that, he went to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain by the door with a gloomy face.