Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

"Just a casual remark, I forgot you didn't do anything wrong." Nie Zhao clicked his tongue.

Xie Weixing: ?

Hehe. He wouldn't have a high opinion of this Nanchuan phoenix.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing," Shen Chunri clicked his tongue, pointed to the side, and gestured for them to look over, "The Wushan Gathering is about to begin."

The group finally sat down side by side.

The private room has three benches, with a small, elegant table between each pair of benches for serving tea and snacks. The tables and chairs are joined together to form a semi-circle for watching the performance.

Shen Chunri and Nie Zhao sat on the right, leaning against a long bench together.

Yu Xintang sat down in the center, exuding the air of a young master.

Tan Suiting stood to the side without moving, intending to see if Xie Weixing would take the initiative to sit with him.

Xie Weixing plopped down next to Yu Xintang, tilted his head, squinted, and reached out to fix Yu Xintang's hair: "Wait a minute... why is there a white one here?"

Yu Xintang shuddered: "How is this possible?"

He's still so young.

Xie Weixing took a closer look: "Oh, it's reflecting light."

Yu Xintang breathed a sigh of relief, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an object emanating a strong aura of resentment in the corner. She turned her head to look, and her heart skipped a beat.

Tan Suiting was standing to one side, watching the two of them with a quiet gaze.

Xie Weixing followed his gaze and met the gaze of a certain vengeful dragon.

He gave an awkward smile: "...What's wrong?"

Tan Suiting stretched out his hand, his fingers long and beautiful.

The meaning is obvious. We need to take their hand.

Xie Weixing immediately understood, stood up, took Tan Suiting's hand, and led him to sit down next to him.

The two sat down on the bench on the left.

Xie Weixing held his hand and lifted his chin to watch the performance in the center.

Tan Suiting's displeasure turned into slight displeasure, and she gripped his hand tightly: "Senior brother, I also have gray hair."

……

A silence.

Even Nie Zhao, who was on the far side, slowly turned his head. Four pairs of eyes, each a different color, that could have played the role of the Seven Fairies in their joyful celebration, all looked over at him, their eyes filled with speechless twitches.

Xie Weixing's lips twitched slightly as he slowly asked, "Excuse me, which of your hairs isn't white?"

Tan Suiting: ...

Oh.

The private room returned to silence. Low footsteps approached, and several servants came upstairs to serve them rice wine and snacks: "Our restaurant's signature dish, Jade Breeze Intoxication, please enjoy your meal, esteemed guests."

After refilling the wine, they carefully extinguished all the candles and then slowly withdrew.

"Why make it so dark?" Yu Xintang propped her head up and took a sip of wine. "What can you see clearly?"

"It's the atmosphere, I guess." Xie Weixing yawned, took his wine glass, and leaned into Tan Suiting's arms.

He also found it rather strange. Isn't a normal performance just singing and dancing? If it's really dancing, wouldn't the stage lighting be so dim that he might fall over?

As the group wondered what was happening, several thin, transparent screens slowly rose from the center of the platform.

The gentle music gradually changed, becoming melodious and moving. A figure appeared behind the screen, playing and singing a song with indistinct and difficult-to-pronounce lyrics.

Nie Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

Yu Xintang couldn't understand it, so he tilted his head back and drank the Yu Feng Zui wine in one gulp: "What are you singing? It's so boring. The wine isn't as good as the Peach Blossom Wine brewed by my master. I shouldn't have come. This young master sells his art and his body."

Shen Chunri put her feet on the bench, squatted down next to Nie Zhao, and squinted at the music: "Senior sister, did you understand it?"

Nie Zhao tilted his head slightly to listen carefully, and after a moment, his expression suddenly became complicated.

Shock, confusion, embarrassment, and even a little shyness.

"What's wrong?" Xie Weixing looked over.

Nie Zhao licked his lips, hesitating as if he didn't know what to say. After a long while, he turned to look at Yu Xintang and asked, "Just who are you?"

Yu Xintang:?

"What's wrong with me?" he asked, looking bewildered. "What were they singing? I didn't understand."

"This is an ancient saying from Nanchuan."

Yu Xintang gestured for her to speak: "Then please translate it."

Nie Zhao took a sip of wine to calm himself down: "That's what they were singing."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't find the right adjective.

Xie Weixing, still holding a wine glass, raised it to feed Tan Suiting a sip, raising an eyebrow and adding, "Lewd and obscene songs?"

Nie Zhao sighed, "...Hmm."

It's even more explicit than obscene lyrics and songs.

She knew that the people of Chidi were tough and often had folk performances. She had come here because she thought the place was honest. She never expected that Wushan Tower, which looked so elegant on the outside, would have such things.

"It's nothing," Xie Weixing shrugged. "The only minor can't understand this, can he? Let alone a minor, I can't understand it either."

As soon as the words were spoken, the music on the high platform gradually slowed down, the singer and musician stood up, and another figure appeared, who looked to be a slender and tall woman.

"It's alright," Yu Xintang waved her hand, "We've changed the program."

Unexpectedly, the actor did not leave; instead, he leaned closer to the woman.

Everyone: ?

Although the center of the platform was obscured by a screen, the outlines could still be seen, and because the screen was so thin, the skin tones of the performer and the woman could be clearly discerned.

As the music played, their clothes were gently removed, hanging diagonally on the man's slender body, and the two men's husky and ambiguous voices slowly rose.

[Mom, is this something I can watch?]

[Holy crap, I can't believe Dad is living such a good life with you! I even managed to snag a table at the notoriously difficult Wushan Gathering in Nanchuan just because of Yu Shao's seduction?]

[Her face turned pale, but she's just an ordinary girl from an ordinary family. (Snake Girl's voice version)]

The next moment, the observation room was temporarily shut down, with both video and audio cut off.

[......]

[Brother, it was just a little flirtatious, is it really that serious?]

[Did the reviewers find it too beautiful and then prevent us from seeing it?]

[No way, you won't let me watch the Wushan Meeting, fine, but what about my dad? You won't even let me see my family's assets, and you won't let me see the Feng Hua F5 either, right?]

A few minutes later, Xie Weixing's face appeared in the observation room, but there was still no sound. The contents of the Wushan Meeting were strictly censored, leaving no gaps.

[...I'll fight you to the death for this review!]

Shen Chunri's face flushed red. She turned and buried her face in Nie Zhao's arms, whispering in shock, "Senior Sister, they're over there..."

Nie Zhao felt his mind go blank and subconsciously raised his hand to cover her eyes: "Don't look, it's not suitable for children."

Yu Xintang's expression was blank.

Wushan Tower... Wushan Gathering...

So that's what it meant.

Xie Weixing froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Tan Suiting, whose expression was surprisingly calm.

Oh, I forgot this was a little yellow dragon that had long since changed color.

Tan Suiting held Xie Weixing in his arms, his expression indifferent, his fingertips even casually twirling Xie Weixing's loose hair ribbon.

"Behave yourself." Xie Weixing warned in a low voice without moving his lips.

Tan Suiting let out a snort of laughter, his fingertips slipping into his belt.

It's summer now, and Xie Weixing is afraid of the heat, so she wears a thin undergarment that you can touch her waistline if you get close.

His Highness remained expressionless as his long, strong fingers gently rubbed the flesh around his waist, pressing it inch by inch.