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He liked to watch the show and watch people lose their composure.

Then he could stay here. Anyway, he had been invited to stay.

Xia Houqing leisurely picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup of white wine. Even his actions were very ostentatious and gorgeous.

Elder Qi retreated silently, like a ghost.

Xia Houqing casually took two sips of wine before his expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and covered his face as he coughed lightly.

His already snow-white face turned even paler. He was no longer as demonic as usual, but more weak and sickly.

Gu Yanfei glanced at the wine in Xia Houqing’s cup and muttered in her heart: I’ve already told him that his Yang energy is insufficient, but he still drinks cold white wine. He really has a death wish!

Xia Houqing took out a white handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He casually threw it away, and right on the heels of that, he took out a red handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers.

“…” The corners of Gu Yanfei’s mouth twitched imperceptibly.

She originally wanted to get a cup of talisman water for Xia Houqing to drink, but seeing how he looked like he wanted to wipe his fingers carefully three times, she knew that this person’s cleanliness was even worse than her Third Brother. Thus, he definitely wouldn’t drink it.

If it was an injection, he would probably ask for a new needle and throw it away after using it.

Forget it.

Gu Yanfei’s thoughts raced. In the end, she stretched out an index finger and pointed at the table. “Hand.”

Xia Houqing, who was wiping his palms with a handkerchief, pursed his lips and thought to himself: Why do 1 have to listen to her?

Despite thinking this, he still reached out his hand.

“Keep it close to you.” Gu Yanfei slapped a talisman on his hand, slightly reluctant to part with it. This talisman wasn’t easy to draw, and she had to draw dozens of them before she could make this one.

The talisman paper was stuck to the palm of his left hand. When the wind blew, a corner of the talisman paper flew up.

Xia Houqing lowered his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes tightened, as if he was forcing himself to endure something.

Mysophobia is indeed an illness. Gu Yanfei couldn’t help but think of how her Ninth Sister had once evaluated her Third Brother teasingly.

While he was thinking, there was already the sound of footsteps going upstairs outside the private room. A few people were walking over. The footsteps were approaching, and there were some voices.

Chu Yi slowly made another cup of tea. From beginning to end, he was calm and composed, as if he didn’t care about the approaching footsteps in the corridor outside at all.

The three of them each had a cup of green tea.

The messy footsteps stopped outside the private room. A waiter outside the door shouted in a panic, “Dear guests, there are guests in this private room.”

“Isn’t there no one here?”

The familiar male voice sounded arrogant. The door of the private room creaked open from the outside.

Outside the door, Chu You, who was dressed in a sapphire blue brocade robe, appeared in the corridor outside the private room. His eyes met Chu Yi’s, and a cold light flashed across Chu You’s eyes.

“Eh, isn’t this Ah Yi?” Chu You smiled at Chu Yi, who was inside the door. At first glance, the uncle and nephew were harmonious.

After not seeing him for more than ten days, Chu You looked much more haggard. His cheeks were slightly sunken, and he looked a little sickly, but his eyes were very bright.

His ambition seemed to seep into his bones, and he had a sense of determination that was as hard as rock and iron. There was also a hint of arrogance in his sharpness.

Behind him were Baili Yin, Yuan Zhe, and another tall and mighty middle-aged man with a curly beard. As for Jing Shan, who was originally guarding outside the private seat, he had long since left.

“What a coincidence.” Chu You, who was walking in front, laughed loudly and said to the waiter behind him, “We all know each other. It’s fine to fight here.” “Bring us a few jars of your signature good wine.”

“…” The waiter looked at the three people in the private room, not knowing what to do.

Chu You didn’t care about the waiter’s reaction at all and walked straight into the elegant seat.

Yuan Zhe and the middle-aged man followed closely behind. They cupped their hands and bowed to Chu Yi.

“Young Master.”

Yuan Zhe had just been released from the imperial prison. Like Chu You, he looked a little thin. He was dressed in a green shirt and a black scarf, looking elegant and refined.

Even when facing Chu Yi, who had ordered him to be imprisoned, his smile was still appropriate and polite. There was no trace of resentment.

Seeing that they really knew each other, the waiter said happily, “Take your time. 1’11 go get the wine now.”

Yuan Zhe seemed to be chatting casually, but he also seemed to be explaining, “I heard that the Tianyin Pavilion’s ‘The Path of Qingxiao’ is peerlessly exciting. The few of us came to join in the fun, but we didn’t expect to meet the Young Master here..”