022, Master Jiu climbs over the wall at midnight

"Master."

Aren called softly.

Miss Jiuliang clearly had no affection for the Ye Family, which made the task of transcribing the family rules only more likely to provoke her displeasure.

"No need for further words, send someone to keep an eye on the entrance to Jing Pavilion," said Ye Jiuliang's grandfather with a cold face, knowing what Aren was about to say.

"And don't forget to send her meals along later."

Aren, "Yes."

Off to the side, Ye Yan and the others listened, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

Every youngster in the family had been punished, but the old master had never had meals sent to any of them.

It was truly the height of favoritism.

They just didn't understand what made Ye Jiuliang, that profligate, superior to them.

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Jing Pavilion

Ye Jiuliang sat in a chair, legs crossed on the table, looking utterly relaxed.

"What a ridiculous set of family rules, so boring," she muttered, casually flipping through the yellowed pages of the book in her hand.