Chapter 317 Extra Chapter: Jianxin 4

"Second brother, are you troubled by the Third Princess's matter?"

As soon as they emerged from the East Sea, Nezha asked directly.

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised: "You noticed?"

Nezha nodded: "It's too obvious."

Yang Chan told him everything, but he still didn't believe her. But now that Donghai has come to this, how could he not see that Yang Jian likes the Third Princess?

"Really?" Yang Jian's feelings were complicated. Was Cunxin's affection for him so obvious? Did Nezha already know?

"Second brother, you can't do this."

After all these years of brotherhood, Nezha couldn't just leave without helping out.

“You asked Ao Bing to relay the message, and Ao Bing can relay it, right?” Nezha sighed and patted Yang Jian’s shoulder. “Second brother, you’re still being too tactful.”

"Wouldn't it be better to be tactful? I'm afraid it will affect my relationship with Cunxin."

Yang Jian hesitated; he truly didn't want to hurt Cunxin.

Nezha shook his head. "Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs run? Second brother, with your tactful approach, when will you ever catch up with your wife? When will you achieve a qualitative breakthrough?"

Let's get Nezha to help!

"Second brother, when did you become so hesitant? You're afraid of everything, how can you possibly get anything done?"

"But when it comes to feelings..."

"Hey!" Nezha interrupted Yang Jian, "If you're worried about affecting your current relationship with Cunxin, then be more tactful in your words, but more direct in your actions!"

"Euphemistic in words, straightforward in actions?" Yang Jian was a little confused.

“That’s right,” Nezha said with great certainty, “If you take the Third Princess directly to the Hall of Justice and involve her in your daily work and life, are you still afraid that it won’t work?”

Isn't it said that men who are focused on their careers are the most charming? How could this not captivate the Third Princess?

Yang Jian suddenly realized: "I understand, thank you, Nezha."

Let the Third Princess see that he is a workaholic, and dispel her illusions about him. Good idea!

"Don't mention it, I'll be waiting for your good news!" Nezha was already imagining himself sitting in the matchmaker's seat when Yang Jian got married.

"Don't worry!" Yang Jian nodded vigorously. He was sure he could persuade Cunxin to back down!

...

"What? You want me to go help out at the Court of Justice?"

“Yes, this is a great opportunity for training, and it was even proposed by the God of Justice,” Ao Run stroked his beard with satisfaction. “Cunxin, you must seize this opportunity. I must say, you’ve made a good friend in Yang Jian, it’s a pity you don’t think much of him…”

But he's taken a liking to you, girl!

My heart is filled with guilt and panic.

What's going on with Yang Jian? He's completely dropped the pretense? He's proving his feelings with actions? He's directly involving her in his life?

Cunxin was really torn by his straightforward expression of love. She was almost reluctant to do it. How could she reject him in a tactful and amicable way?

...

“Cun…Third Princess.”

"No, no need to be so polite. I'm here to study at the Hall of Justice, so please just call me by my name. Otherwise, I'll feel awkward."

Facing Yang Jian, Cunxin felt awkward and uncomfortable, waving her hands repeatedly. It was too polite of her to ask him to call her that; how could she possibly refuse?

That's it, Cunxin just wants to be close to him.

Yang Jian hesitated, but when he met Cunxin's shy gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her. Fine, he decided not to be distant in how he addressed her.

"Okay, Cunxin." Yang Jian led Cunxin into the Hall of Justice, carefully introducing himself to her, emphasizing the word "busy." In short, he was too busy to have time for romance, making him an unsuitable partner.

"The new Heavenly Laws have only been in effect for a short time, and there are still many areas that need to be adjusted gradually. There are also many affairs of the Heavenly Court that require my mediation..."

Cunxin followed behind him with a complicated expression, watching Yang Jian show off his abilities like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. She didn't know what to say. His strength was indeed outstanding, but she really wasn't buying it.

Rather than having a capable partner, she is more capable herself!

However, Yang Jian didn't say anything too offensive; he just gave a truthful introduction, and she was too embarrassed to say anything else!

After saying a lot, his mouth was dry, and he felt he had already highlighted his "unapproachable" and "constantly busy" nature. Yang Jian looked at Cunxin expectantly: "How are you feeling?"

Cunxin forced a smile: "You're amazing! I'll learn from you. One day, I'll reach your level too."

She really knows the art of speaking! Cunxin should give herself a thumbs up! It's tactful yet direct; Yang Jian will definitely understand. She wants to be a comrade-in-arms with him on the same level. She really doesn't talk about love!

Yang Jian's expression was complicated. Did she like him that much? Wouldn't she back down even after all this? And she was even going to study hard for him?

If you have the will, what can't you achieve? Why insist on focusing on him?

But when Yang Jian saw Cunxin's determined and expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.

Forget it, let's wait until Cunxin stays in the Hall of Justice for a while longer and see how busy he is. He should give up on his feelings for her.

"I trust you. Everything is arranged. You can stay here comfortably. You can come and see me whenever you need to handle some matters."

Cunxin's smile froze. "No, you're not giving up on this? You want her to stay?"

What can staying change?

Fine, she'll stay if she wants. She'll prove with her actions that she's driven by nothing but her career!

"Okay, thank you so much, Yang Jian. I'll study hard!" (You'll give up eventually!)

"Yes, I believe in you." (I believe you'll give up sooner or later!)

...

"well--"

"well!"

"well!"

"What are you two doing?" Yang Jiao looked speechlessly at Nezha and Yang Chan, who had dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Five hundred years! Five hundred years! Big brother!" Yang Chan stretched out her palm speechlessly. "When will second brother finally succeed?"

Nezha was also exasperated: "We've already put him in the Court of Justice. He doesn't understand the principle of being close to the source of the benefits, and there's still no real progress. It's driving me crazy!"

Yang Jiao slowly poured himself a glass of water: "Whether Erlang will succeed or not, what's the rush between you two?"

“I’m eager to hold my nephew!” Yang Chan declared confidently. “Of course, if it really doesn’t work out, I can have Cunxin back. I haven’t seen her for almost five hundred years.”

Who understands? Second Brother took a liking to his friend, forcing his friend to work hard and not attend tea parties for five hundred years. Yang Chan was lonely.

Yang Jiao glanced sideways at Nezha, who slammed his hand on the table: "Can't I be anxious? If I can't win over a wife in five hundred years, I'll lose face too, okay?"

To say that the two got together is obviously not the case; but to say that they didn't get together is also not the case, because Nezha always felt uncomfortable when he went to the Hall of Justice, feeling like a third wheel.

In order to avoid shining brightly and stealing the spotlight from the Golden Crow, Nezha was still willing to be anxious for Yang Jian.

Yang Jiao chuckled, took a sip of water, glanced at Yang Chan, and looked at Nezha, teasingly saying, "You talk as if you've already won her over. Being close to the water gives you an advantage, but you haven't gotten anything, have you?"

"!" Nezha blushed suddenly, and his eyes met Yang Chan's without his noticing. He quickly turned his head away. The two of them transformed into two streaks of light and disappeared from the courtyard in an instant.

"Tsk," Yang Jiao looked at the silent night sky, shook his head with a chuckle, "Young people these days—"