Shang Junxiao looked around in bewilderment, "Why? I...I’m telling the truth..."
Wen Zishu looked at him sympathetically and patted his head, "Silly child, how come your brain is broken at such a young age?"
Wen Zishu patted his head and said, "In any case, if you want to stay alive, take a piece of advice from me, never say this kind of thing in front of third brother, you’ll find out why later."
Shang Junxiao was full of question marks as he looked at Wen Zishu, whose face was the picture of calm, as if something was off everywhere.
Wen Zishu, on the other hand, felt that Shang Junxiao had really been too well protected ever since he was young.
Among them, Shang Junxiao was the youngest and had always been protected.
Poor child, he has never suffered the harsh blows of society.
Otherwise, his brains would certainly be sharper than now.
Fu Shiyan brought Jiangli into a private restaurant.
The place was located in the city center, but it was a peaceful enclave within the bustle; incredibly, there was a courtyard-like private restaurant built in an alley in the middle of the city center.
When Jiangli followed Fu Shiyan in, she genuinely felt like she was Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
She had not expected to find such an authentic courtyard restaurant.
This courtyard, no matter how she looked at it, looked kind of familiar.
After walking inside, Jiangli suddenly turned around and ran out.
"Abbot...what’s going on?" Seeing her run out all of a sudden, Wen Zishu and the others were a bit taken aback.
Xia Xin didn’t know what was happening and hurried out after her.
He saw Jiangli standing at the entrance, eyeing the surroundings of the residence.
Xia Xin asked in puzzlement, "Ancestor, what are you looking at? Why don’t you go in?"
"Come over here..." Jiangli hooked Xia Xin’s shoulder, forcing the tall man over six feet to bend down.
Xia Xin struggled to say, "Ancestor, what’s the matter?"
Jiangli pointed at the courtyard, "Tell me, was this courtyard mine before?"
Xia Xin was startled, "Huh?"
"I’m asking you something, huh what?" Jiangli glared at him.
Xia Xin looked left and right, still not entirely recognizing it.
But, it did look vaguely familiar.
His master had indeed mentioned to him before that several courtyard houses had been confiscated over recent years.
He muttered to himself, "This place...is this Cally Road?"
"Yes, this is Cally Road." Fu Shiyan came out from the inside at that moment, "Abbot, did you notice something wrong?"
Jiangli gave a strained smile and then looked at Xia Xin with a fierce glare.
Xia Xin felt his scalp tingle under her stare, "That...," he whispered, "If, if this is Cally Road...then, maybe, probably, it’s possible that this courtyard..."
Could it be any more obvious?
This was her former courtyard!
This place used to be a Prince Residence!
And now, it belongs to someone else!
Jiangli sneakily pinched Xia Xin.
Xia Xin immediately yelped and jumped up.
Wen Zishu was dumbfounded, "What’s with the reaction like being stabbed with a needle? What happened?"
Jiangli gave a small smile, "It’s nothing, let’s eat."
With that, she led the way inside.
Xia Xin, covering the spot where he was pinched, displayed a smile uglier than crying, "No, nothing, I just had a sudden...a sudden spasm, yes, a sudden spasm..."
Wen Zishu looked at him in amazement. People can have sudden spasms on their own?
What kind of affliction was that?
Murmuring in his heart, he didn’t ask any further.
Fu Shiyan glanced at Jiangli’s retreating figure and followed inside.
Wen Zishu and the others also followed behind.
"This private restaurant is third brother’s turf, and it won’t be open to the public. It only serves friends and relatives, and even we have to make a reservation to come and eat here. We can only come in freely when third brother is here,"
Wen Zishu boasted as he walked along,
Proud as if it was his own honor.