Back at the courtyard, everyone was already waiting for them, immediately bringing a sense of gravity to the scene.

"Uh, what’s going on now?" Qhianqhian asked, her face full of confusion.

After a moment of silence, Bai Yizhu said, "I just asked Wang Mazi to help investigate the mole at Forget Worries Tea House."

"But we haven’t said anything at Forget Worries Tea House, right? And how did they hear it? When it was built, Second Uncle used the best materials, soundproofing is top-notch, it’s not the kind of place where upstairs antics disrupt downstairs," Qhianqhian said seriously, trusting her Second Uncle’s reputation. However, now it seems there’s a little problem somewhere? Otherwise, how can there be ears on the walls? No, it’s more like ears downstairs.

"We verified this initially too, and didn’t have heels like that godlike gear. It’s not so strong that just walking has such penetration power," He Wenyu nodded, having tested the quality across various floors.

"None of that is important. The key is, what is the purpose of placing a spy in Forget Worries Tea House?" Bai Yizhu frowned, "Is it just to get firsthand intelligence on Nine Heavens Pavilion? Not likely, right? Besides this, there’s no other use at Forget Worries Tea House, right? We don’t have big matters to discuss there either."

"I don’t know..." Looking at Bai Yizhu’s suspicious gaze, Qhianqhian was full of innocence; she got this intel from Yan.

"They’re certainly ordinary people, no doubt about it, since if they were using spiritual power to scout, how could we not know?" Yan said after a pause. "But who is employing these ’civilians’, and for what purpose?"

Perhaps due to his injuries, Yan, who usually held himself in high regard, was struck quite hard, starting to suspect various ordinary people, even a small hint could send him into wild speculation.

Mo was also quite concerned about Yan’s reaction but remained silent.

Huangfu Yihui glanced at Huangfu Yanyao beside him, then hesitated, "Could it be someone from the Royal Family? Investigating us..."

"Not impossible, but rest assured, don’t overthink, don’t all act like you have anxiety disorder, relax, learn from Old Man Haan, who is playing chess with Big Black and Xiao Hei," Qhianqhian said, looking at this pair of brothers, her expression became serious, then she was full of speechlessness, should she say something? Are men today a bit too fragile?

Old Man Haan glanced sideways at Qhianqhian, shaking his big bear paw, he wouldn’t stoop to a child’s level.

"Brother Zhuzi, I’m here... huh, everyone is here?" Wang Mazi jumped onto the wall, holding something in his hand, calling out to Bai Yizhu with pride.

Bai Yizhu was startled, then his eyes lit up. Reputation lives up to the name! Worthy of the intelligence network of the assassin organization! Rubbing his hands, smiled ingratiatingly, "How did it go?"

Even Qhianqhian couldn’t help but show disdain. Brother Zhuzi, where’s your integrity?

She remembered Bai Yizhu was once a cold-faced little Overlord who said one thing and never changed, now what is he? A prince of changing expressions? Changing faster than flipping a book.

Wang Mazi glanced at Qhianqhian, then at the others in the courtyard, hesitated.

"What’s wrong? Could it be our own people planted the mole?!" Bai Yizhu’s face turned dark as he asked.

Wang Mazi quickly waved his hand, how could Bai Yizhu’s mind wander so much?!

"I mean, can I come into the courtyard to speak?" Suddenly, everyone’s eyes turned to Qhianqhian, waiting for her answer, even He Wenyu was no exception. Qhianqhian glared back in annoyance.

"Uh, uh, please come in." Qhianqhian said, speechless, making it seem like she was being unreasonable. Is this good?

Wang Mazi lightly jumped into the courtyard, speaking softly, "This matter may be related to the name of Forget Worries Tea House. This person originally went in to learn skills, planning to open a Worry-Free Tea House later. Unexpectedly, people from Nine Heavens Pavilion became more interesting than making money to the people behind them."

"...It’s clear that people are more tempting, right? After all, as long as there are people, ideas can be created." Qhianqhian rolled her eyes, "So whose people are they? So interested in us? Aren’t they trying to marry me home as an ancestor!" Though her words couldn’t be relied upon, her voice successfully amused those in the courtyard.

"No mountain bandit wife would take you, no chest and yet so fierce..." He Wenyu giggled

Qhianqhian frowned darkly, "What did you say?!"

Who said who didn’t have what? Even if it’s small, it’s there, right? Otherwise, what’s this tiny bump called?

Seeing everyone relax, He Wenyu also sighed in relief, nodding to Qhianqhian.

Qhianqhian also sighed in relief, always being so oppressed could lead to depression, which would be bad.

"So, who exactly are they?" Qhianqhian took a deep breath, looking at Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi chuckled, "To know what happens next, tune in next time..." Instantly, this was met by a punch from Qhianqhian, holding his chest innocently, "I suspect you’re designing me for a good bet!"

Qhianqhian glared.

"Huangfu Huang." Wang Mazi immediately changed his tone, whimpering, Shiqi looked cold, he wanted to go home to find his master!

"Sure enough, it’s from the Royal Family." Huangfu Yihui and Huangfu Yanyao shared a glance, both faces solemn.

However, Qhianqhian pursed her lips and asked, "Isn’t it the brother from the opening ceremony who isn’t as good-looking as these two? Seeing the difference between the three, a saying comes to mind?"

He Wenyu cooperated perfectly, "What? Isn’t it ’Dragon births nine sons, each different’?"

"Bingo, worthy of our gentle little sweetie." Qhianqhian giggled.

He Wenyu said she lacked a chest and was fierce, so conversely, if there is a chest, isn’t fierceness reduced? Reduced fierceness means gentleness.

He Wenyu smiled proudly, "But that guy doesn’t have a special butt, right?"

"No, Huangfu Huang truly changed a lot, even those who spent time with him might not be able to link him with the old Huangfu Huang," Huangfu Yanyao deeply sighed, shaking his head, "If forced to say that’s Huangfu Huang, I can only trust that the name is him. After all, appearance, for us, is just proof of identity."

"If he isn’t him, then who is he?" But Qhianqhian had a flash of insight, a saying that when you eliminate the impossible, what remains must be the truth.