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Chapter 4269: 5.0021 The Seven Flowers Arrive

Grandmaster Qiao Qiao quickly glanced at the small trinkets being sold along the river and lost interest in Browse further.

Since the brother and sister had gone to buy a boat, there was no point in them idly wandering around. They might as well go sit in a nearby teahouse.

A group of over a hundred people followed behind the little Crown Prince Consort, slowly heading towards the teahouse.

Along the way, many young men and women selling goods by the river were openly flirting with the handsome young men of the Phoenix Clan.

One bold tea girl even jumped up, casually throwing a flower in the direction of the Crown Prince.

Crown Prince Mo swiftly dodged it, and the little stoic, alerted, turned her head to glance back.

The few infatuated girls, seeing her gaze as cold as a blade, immediately shrank back.

"Nonsensical!" Everyone heard the little stoic turn around and quietly mumble, "Why throw trash around?"

Everyone: ...

Mu Xingchen's eye twitched. The group of over a hundred people followed the expressionless little girl up to the second floor of the teahouse.

The teahouse by this small port was quite spacious. Even with a dozen tables occupied by their people, it didn't feel particularly crowded.

"Do you think Long Hui and his sister will find a good boat?"

"I doubt it," Mu Xingchen was the first to offer his opinion, shaking his head. "This small port town isn't very familiar even to us, let alone to those two Wangchuan natives."

"Even if they manage to buy a boat, doing it in such a hurry, they'll probably get severely ripped off."

"Oh," the little stoic took out a spirit tea pot and handed it to her husband beside her.

Mo Lian naturally took it, poured a cup of tea for his wife, and casually remarked, "If they just buy any boat and it fails once they hit the open sea, will we still take them on the Crimson Firmament Raging Waves then?"

"We'll take them if they pay," Qiao Mu thought for a moment and said, "Is Wangchuan very poor?"

Mu Xingchen couldn't help but twitch his lips. "Why do you ask, little sister?"

"Long Hui seems very poor," Qiao Mu said with a look of disdain. "He's the dignified Young Master of Wangchuan, yet he only has a few spirit coins in his pocket."

"He's also stingy and unwilling to pay the boat fare with spirit stones or divine stones. He insists on credit! I truly feel sorry for him. What kind of Young Master is he? I think everyone on the streets is richer than him."

Everyone: ...

In this world, there truly weren't many people richer than Young Master Long!

It wasn't that Long Hui was poor; it was that he had been squeezed so terribly by you, okay?

Feng Changqing quietly sipped his tea.

Feng Changfei's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

A young Phoenix Clan member nodded and said, "Elder Saintess is right! That Long Hui is too petty."

Feng Changfei: ...

These Phoenix Clan kids had all been brainwashed by Grand Elder Feng Heping and the two Consorts. Now, with every "Elder Saintess," they had become absolute fanatics of Grandmaster Qiao Qiao.

"Thump, thump." A light, fragrant scent began to spread.

Everyone's gaze inadvertently shifted towards the staircase. A group of over a dozen people were slowly ascending the stairs. Each was a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth, attracting gasps from countless infatuated girls along the way.

The bolder tea girls directly followed them, letting out silly giggles, a chattering flock of莺莺燕燕 (yīng yīng yàn yàn - metaphor for pretty girls).

Qiao Mu swept her gaze over them, and before she could make sense of anything, the other party exclaimed in surprise, "Little Stoic, is that you?"

The little stoic looked at them expressionlessly, then quickly turned to look at her husband.

Indeed, her husband's handsome face had already darkened!

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple – it was the seven flowers of Springtime Manor...