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Ou Beichen took a glance at Qin Miaomiao, then looked at him, and three seconds later, decisively knelt down before Mr. Jiu and solemnly kowtowed three tis!

Mr. Jiu grew even more satisfied. Hmm, this kid really knows what he’s doing.

"Since you’ve established the title of master and disciple, will you listen to your master?"

Ou Beichen thought seriously for a mont and said, "I will."

"Very good. Now go, join your brother, and attack Lu Qing."

Ou Beichen froze for a mont, then looked at Qin Miaomiao and asked, with a serious expression:

"Sister, can I make a move?"

Huh? Qin Miaomiao was a little dumbfounded. Ninth Uncle is trying to set up her husband!

Ou Bei Yao and Ouyang Yan not being enough, now he’s adding the formidable Xiao Chen to the mix. Can Lu Qing even endure this?

Mr. Jiu lifted his eyelids, a trace of darkness flashing in his gaze: "If your sister disagrees, you won’t act?"

Ou Beichen nodded without hesitation: "Correct!"

"So, you’re saying her words hold more weight than mine?"

He continued nodding: "Yes."

A warmth surged in Qin Miaomiao’s heart, but this kid was way too honest. How could he be this blunt?

She had Ou Beichen recognize Ninth Uncle as his master to give him an added layer of protection. What Ou Bei Yao was tasked with doing was far too dangerous—if anything happened to him, she feared she wouldn’t be able to shield him.

She needed to find soone capable of safeguarding him better. While Ninth Uncle no longer ddled in affairs, in Yan Jing, there wasn’t anyone who dared to disrespect him.

No matter the faction, when it cos to Ninth Uncle, everyone must weigh the matter carefully.

But if this kid’s honesty angered Ninth Uncle, then what?

Mr. Jiu stared at his face for a long while, and ironically, ended up praising him:

"Not bad, now you truly are my good disciple. Stand aside and watch the play with ."

Huh? Despite saying that, Ninth Uncle wasn’t angry?

Qin Miaomiao was having trouble keeping up with Ninth Uncle’s thought process—so, all this ti, it was just a test?

"Ninth Uncle, Xiao Chen is still young. If he says anything inappropriate, please don’t hold it against him."

Mr. Jiu shot her a brief glance, poked her forehead with his finger, and with a aningful tone said:

"Him? He’s sharper than you by far. If he only listened to , then that would an he has a heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog—I wouldn’t want him."

By Little Jin’er’s side, apart from Lu Qing’s people, she needed protectors of her own. Ou Beichen was an excellent choice—as far as talent goes, he was a near-genius. With proper training, he could beco Little Jin’er’s right-hand man. So of his power could gradually be passed over to him.

The only person he needed to pledge loyalty to was one.

Qin Miaomiao hugged his arm playfully, swaying while speaking in a soft voice:

"Ninth Uncle is the best. Is your shoulder sore? Want to give you a massage?"

"Sore. Massage it well."

Qin Miaomiao, like a bootlicker, began kneading his shoulders. Her touch was perfectly attuned, leaving Mr. Jiu squinting comfortably. Watching a show while having Little Jin’er serve him—he was absolutely indulging!

Over at Lu Qing’s side, he was fending off attacks from Ou Bei Yao and Ouyang Yan, though half his attention was on Qin Miaomiao. Seeing that old man making his wife rub his shoulders and punch his legs, a surge of fury ignited in him!

That was his privilege, and that old man dared to monopolize it? Was he treating him like he was dead?

With one hand repelling the duo’s offensive, he flipped his body, suddenly lunging toward Mr. Jiu! A direct chokehold aid at his neck!

Mr. Jiu didn’t even flinch, and said indifferently, "Xiao Chen."

Xiao Chen, who was standing to the side, moved. After all, he had kowtowed to Mr. Jiu and accepted him as a master—at critical monts, he had to put in effort.

He stepped in front of Mr. Jiu, countering Lu Qing’s move and locking his hand. anwhile, Ou Bei Yao and Ouyang Yan seized the mont to counterattack!

Now, it was truly one against three.

Lu Qing’s temper flared. His eyes narrowed dangerously—three against one?

Looks like Ninth Uncle really thought highly of him.

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