Their voices grew louder and louder, until finally they burst into loud laughter as if no one else was around.

An Ning ignored him and continued with her work.

Old Man Yan watched An Ning's back as she worked diligently with a smile on his face. Then he suddenly turned around and glared fiercely at the people gossiping by the wall. He gripped the wooden stick in his hand, stood up abruptly, and ran towards the group of people.

“A bunch of grown men are gossiping like long-tongued women. I’ll break your legs.”

As he spoke, he swung the wooden stick at the calves of the group of people, making them howl in pain.

When Mu Ange arrived, this was the scene she saw.

The image of Yan Lao as a fierce and menacing figure became even more vivid and profound in his mind.

"Xiao Ning".

He didn't care about anything else and started shouting at the top of his lungs.

Before Old Man Yan could even bring down his stick, a man walked into the courtyard and started shouting and yelling without any respect for his elders.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Old Yan pointed his stick at Mu Ange.

Mu Ange stopped and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Elder Yan."

Old Yan's brows furrowed into a line: "What are you yelling about?"

Mu Ange answered truthfully, "Old Yan, I've come to see Xiao Ning."

Old Man Yan frowned even more deeply: "Xiao Ning? You mean An Ning, right? What do you want with him?"

As he spoke, Old Yan became more wary of Mu Ange's expression.

Mu Ange said bluntly, "Xiao Ning is probably not suitable to be your apprentice. He's stupid, dull, and disobedient; he's utterly hopeless..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Yan suddenly raised the stick he had put down and smashed it down on Mu Ange's head, roaring, "You bastard, how dare you insult my precious disciple! I'll smash your head in!"

Mu Ange ran while dodging Yan Lao's haphazardly thrown sticks.

An Ning stretched her neck and sore wrists, and then saw her master chasing after the Third Prince.

"Your Highness?"

Anning called out.

call out.

Mu Ange ran past An Ning like a whirlwind.

"What exactly is going on?"

Old Yan chased after him, panting heavily, but his strength gave out, and he quickly fell far behind.

Taking advantage of the lull, Mu Ange ran to An Ning's side, grabbed An Ning's hand, and said, "Quick, come with me."

An Ning, puzzled, frowned and shook off his hand: "Where are we going?"

Before Mu Ange could even grasp the situation, she hurriedly said, "Old Yan has a bad temper and is quick-tempered. He hits people at the drop of a hat. Look, he's chasing after us again. How can you have a good life if you follow him?"

An Ning thought about it carefully and did not agree with Mu Ange's words: "No, no, my master is very good to me. He teaches me knowledge and even roasts chicken for me."

As she spoke, An Ning picked up the chicken that was wrapped in a lotus leaf and waved it in front of Mu Ange.

"Oh dear, my good disciple, this chicken must be cold. Don't worry, I'll go and heat it up for you right away."

Old Yan came over panting and took the chicken from An Ning's hand.

Mu Ange stood there, dumbfounded.

"My strange apprentice, you must be exhausted. Take a break, you've been working all afternoon."

An Ning nodded: "I am a little tired. I won't give it to you, Master. I've already finished assembling it. What do you think?"

Old Yan climbed onto the model and examined it carefully. Finally, he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Wonderful! It's made exactly like the blueprints. You truly are worthy of being my apprentice. Alright, that's all for today's task. Come on, let's go out for a big meal."

Mu Ange was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't she supposed to be difficult to get along with and very fierce? How... how could she be like this?