Chapter 145 Cloud Feather CP Gong Shangjiao 22

"Miss Yun was worried and went along too. The accompanying guards reported this to Zhi Ren, probably because they remembered that Young Master Zi Yu often frequented the Wan Hua Lou."

"To get Young Master Ziyu to calm down, Zhi Ren packed him up and threw him into the back mountain, saying he wasn't allowed to come out until he completed the trial. That should be considered interesting, right?"

Zheng Nanyi shifted her position while lying down. "Thrown into the back mountain?"

The word 'throw' is used very cleverly.

"Yes, two guards tied up Young Master Ziyu, carried him, and threw him into the back mountain. Guard Jin Fan also went in carrying his luggage."

Zheng Nanyi's eyes widened. "Throw it away literally?"

“Many people saw it.” Lian Qiu nodded emphatically.

"What a loving father! He doesn't care about his son's feelings at all."

Zheng Nanyi couldn't help but click her tongue. Gong Ziyu was really in a bad situation. However, Zhi Ren was doing it for his own good. After all, the bride he chose might be Wu Feng.

For safety's sake, separating them is the best option.

On the other side, the back mountain—

"Hey, let me out, let me out!" Gong Ziyu pounded on the door, calling out weakly.

He had been shouting for over an hour. His father was so cruel; he just carried him up and threw him into the back mountain. He had lost all face and dignity.

"Are you coming or not?" Jin Fan was both angry and helpless. "Zhi Ren won't let you go back. If you keep shouting, you'll lose even more face."

"So what if I'm embarrassed? I'm not leaving because Dad had me carried in!"

Gong Ziyu was so angry that his heart ached. He didn't care about losing face anymore; he was going to shout here and make his father lose face along with him!

"Really not leaving?" Jin Fan looked down at Gong Ziyu, who was sitting on the ground, his eyes slightly cold.

Gong Ziyu said resolutely, "I'm not leaving!"

Jin Fan said no more and directly picked up the rope next to him and tied Gong Ziyu up.

"Hey, Jin Fan, what are you doing!" Gong Ziyu struggled, but he couldn't escape Jin Fan's physical suppression.

"You can afford to lose face, but I can't!"

Jin Fan carried Gong Ziyu, who was bound hand and foot, towards the artificial hill.

He had many acquaintances in this back mountain, and if Gong Ziyu continued to cause trouble, he would lose all face as well.

I should have listened to Zhi Ren and carried him straight into the Snow Palace after we entered the back mountain. That would have saved him from making a fuss. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted. I've lost face big time now.

"Hey, Jin Fan, let me go! I order you to let me go!"

Gong Ziyu shouted angrily, but Jin Fan pretended not to hear and carried the person into the artificial hill.

In the stillness of the night, all is quiet. The night sky is dotted with stars, and the soft moonlight envelops the earth, draping everything in a silvery veil.

A woman dressed in a pale yellow dress and draped in a white cloak walked around, led by a tall man in black robes.

Zheng Nanyi, carrying a lantern, chuckled, "I've never strolled through the palace gates at night before; it's quite a unique experience."

"I've been busy these past few days and haven't had time to spend with you. Now that I'm done with work and it's not too late, I'm taking you out for a walk."

Gong Shangjiao also held a lantern in his hand, and led Zheng Nanyi as they walked aimlessly.

Suddenly, a loud 'bang' startled Zheng Nanyi.

Gong Shangjiao, standing to the side, also looked around warily. When he realized that the Shang Palace was next to him, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"What is Gong Zishang inventing now?"

He had heard about the loud noises that occasionally came from the Shang Palace at night, so he immediately thought of Gong Zishang's invention.

The practice of chasing gold and silver during the day and inventing things at night is truly frustrating.

And secretly inventing something to amaze everyone? This commotion is more like disturbing the peace late at night than being secretive, isn't it?