Chapter 22 The Ultimate Sugar Mommy – Ji Adores Sister So Much!

Wu Niangzi followed closely behind, her emerald-green brocade robe embroidered with pure white cranes, its sleeves fluttering as if the immortal cranes were spreading their wings to soar. As she strode in with light steps, her elegant features gained an ethereal quality against the backdrop of the luxurious robe, resembling a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

Upon entering and seeing Yan Jingquan’s awkward posture, Wu Niangzi immediately understood what had happened. She waved her hand, and the attendant behind her stepped forward.

Quickly carry Young Master Yan to the Warm Pavilion, then go fetch Doctor Mo.

The attendant acknowledged the order, but before he could even touch Yan Jingquan, the latter let out a pained ow and struggled to rise from the ground, trembling as he made his way toward the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson.

You… hiss… you… Yan Jingquan gnashed his teeth, his voice faltering intermittently, clearly in excruciating pain.

Murong Ji gazed at Yan Jingquan with glistening eyes, his voice soft and earnest: What’s wrong with you? Why are you walking so strangely?

What’s wrong!!!

Yan Jingquan’s eyes reddened with rage as he reached out to grab Murong Ji, but Yan Qing blocked him.

Yan Qing frowned slightly, his tone cold: What else does Young Master Yan intend to do?

Yan Jingquan trembled with fury: He… I… ow hiss…

Earlier, when Yan Jingquan had been curled up on the ground, Yan Qing thought he might have eaten something bad. But now, seeing the strange posture of his tightly clamped legs as he stood up, Yan Qing suddenly understood.

He turned to Wu Niangzi: Hurry and call for a doctor.

Before Wu Niangzi could speak, Yan Jingquan trembled and waved his hand: No… no…

Wu Niangzi spread her hands, her tone relaxed: He says it’s not necessary.

Seeing his young master in such distress, the attendant couldn’t hold back any longer and said indignantly: I will report today’s incident truthfully to the Princess Consort!

Murong Ji sniffled: Please don’t. The Princess Consort will surely beat him, and Ji has already forgiven him.

Fortunately, thanks to his usual physical training, Yan Jingquan had mostly recovered by now. He glared furiously at Murong Ji in Yan Qing’s arms, his hands clenched into fists out of frustration at being unable to reach him.

Bastard! You… hiss… I’m the one who got hurt! You… Yan Jingquan was so angry he couldn’t form coherent sentences.

Murong Ji blinked, his tone innocent: Where are you hurt?

Yan Jingquan stared in disbelief: …

The other nobles on the second floor also found it strange, but when they saw the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson’s short stature, it seemed reasonable. The Crown Prince’s eldest grandson had been ill and confined to his residence for three years without leaving, and after finally emerging, he went straight to the palace. It was likely he had never witnessed a man in such pain.

Seeing that Yan Jingquan was fine, Wu Niangzi crossed her arms and watched the scene with great interest.

Recalling Murong Ji’s notorious playboy behavior from her dreams, Yan Qing unconsciously loosened his protective grip on him.

Seizing the opportunity, Yan Jingquan suddenly pulled Murong Ji out and bent down to face the exquisitely cute little face directly.

Murong Ji! My family jewels are killing me with pain! How are you going to make it up to me!

Murong Ji shrank back: But I only bumped into you lightly. You threw me earlier—I was so scared…

Yan Jingquan roared: Didn’t I catch you!

Tears welled up again in Murong Ji’s eyes.

Yan Jingquan snapped impatiently: What are you crying for? I’m the one in pain!

Murong Ji lowered his gaze, his tone dejected: I’m sorry. Ji is a little afraid of heights. I lost my temper earlier and couldn’t control my strength. I’m truly sorry. When Ji returns, I’ll have A Nuo visit the Yan residence to treat you.

The sudden and sincere apology left Yan Jingquan at a loss for words.

A nearby noble couldn’t resist whispering quietly,

For the Crown Prince’s grandson to injure Young Master Yan with just a slight bump—it seems Young Master Yan’s physique is rather frail.

And now he’s injured that particular area… he might become even more incapable in the future.

Hush now! Be careful they don’t hear you. The Northern Garrison King is not someone to provoke!

Having trained in martial arts since childhood, Yan Jingquan heard these deliberately hushed voices clearly, yet he could say nothing. After all, the Crown Prince’s grandson before him was indeed weak and small—perhaps the collision really had been an accident.

Yan Jingquan snorted coldly and fell silent.

Seeing this, Wu Niangzi approached with a smile, gently patting Murong Ji’s head as she spoke softly: Since the matter is settled, why not move to the third floor? I’ll arrange a Viewing Pavilion with an excellent view for you.

Yan Qing bowed respectfully. We trouble you, Wu Niangzi.

Yan Jingquan snorted again but remained silent.

Murong Ji nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with anticipation as if the earlier conflict had never occurred.

Anyone would adore such an obedient and cute child. Meeting the Crown Prince’s grandson’s sparkling bright eyes, Wu Niangzi laughed heartily. She instructed: All bets placed by the young heir tonight shall be covered by Bright Moon Tower.

The attendant acknowledged respectfully.

Murong Ji’s eyes grew even brighter, as if countless treasures were glittering before him.

She recalled Ziyun’s description:

The owner of Bright Moon Tower is Wu Niangzi, originally named Jin Wuyou. Her father is Mr. Jin of Shangyong Academy, skilled in mathematics but weak in social graces. Her mother was Zheng Lian, daughter of the current Zheng family head’s youngest brother and Princess Yong’an, the late emperor’s sister.

Due to Princess Yong’an’s extreme extravagance, the Zheng family refused to acknowledge her, so Zheng Lian was never entered into the family registry. She often stayed at the princess’ residence before entering Shangyong Academy, where she met Jin Meng. They developed mutual affection, and with the Zheng family’s support, remained at Shangyong. Zheng Lian passed away after a difficult childbirth delivering Jin Wuyou. Heartbroken, Mr. Jin devoted himself entirely to teaching mathematics.

Jin Wuyou was raised by Princess Yong’an and formed connections with capital nobles. After Princess Yong’an’s death, all her enterprises passed to Jin Wuyou’s management. Possessing remarkable business talent and maintaining friendships with nobility, Jin Wuyou’s establishments primarily serve as entertainment venues for the elite—Bright Moon Tower being just one example.

In summary, Jin Wuyou’s maternal grandfather was from an aristocratic family, her maternal grandmother was an imperial princess, and her father was an academic junior acquainted with Prime Minister Yan. This combination united three major influences, and coupled with her smooth and diplomatic nature, all noble families in the capital had to show her respect.

She was undoubtedly the capital’s most powerful Sugar Daddy.

Murong Ji was practically drooling with desire.

Clutching tightly to Wu Niangzi’s golden thigh, she gazed up worshipfully: Elder sister is so amazing! Ji’er adores you so much!

The Crown Prince’s grandson’s utterly undisguised ardent gaze made Wu Niangzi’s smile widen further. She bent down to lift Murong Ji, instructing a nearby attendant: Fetch the Bright Jade Snow Ring.

The attendant looked surprised. Wasn’t that scheduled for auction at Exquisite Pavilion?

Wu Niangzi pinched Murong Ji’s plump cheek, laughing: By seniority, I’m practically the young heir’s aunt. How could I skip a meeting gift? Go fetch it quickly!

The attendant departed promptly.

Watching how the Crown Prince’s grandson had charmed Wu Niangou into such delight, Yan Qing behind them couldn’t help rubbing his forehead.

He had nearly forgotten—

Wu Niangzi doted on the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson immensely. His later reputation as a frivolous and dissipated young man owed much to her assistance. She even built a separate villa for him exclusively to entertain nobles from prominent families.

It was said,

the matter of the male favorites also originated from Wu Niangzi.

Yan Qing abruptly halted in his tracks.

Yan Jingquan turned his head: Where are you going?

Wu Niangzi, holding the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson, turned around with a beaming smile: Young Master Yan, has Wu Niang been an inadequate host?

Thinking of leaving?

Murong Ji blinked and stretched out his hands: Brother Yan, carry me!

Wu Niangzi chuckled lightly, her tone teasing: You little monkey! Weren’t you just saying you liked this sister? How come you’re now eager to jump into someone else’s arms?

She gently tapped the tip of his nose. Murong Ji leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.

His voice was too soft, and combined with the lively chatter filling Bright Moon Tower, neither of them caught what the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson said.

Soon after, Wu Niangzi pinched Murong Ji’s cheek, her laughter making her eyes disappear into crescents.

Alright, alright! Go on!

Wu Niangzi glanced at the attendants. Though her tone was gentle, it carried undeniable authority: Serve him with utmost care. If even a single hair on the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson is harmed, you’ll answer with your hides.

Acknowledged.

Yan Qing found himself inexplicably holding the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson, being half-guided and half-forced upstairs to the third floor by the entourage.

Upon entering the third floor, they were immediately surrounded by eager stares.

This level of Bright Moon Tower primarily hosted young masters and ladies from noble families. Since the last Flower Viewing Banquet, everyone had learned about the enmity between the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson and Yan Jingquan. Seeing them enter one after another sparked curiosity among the crowd.

Of course, what intrigued them most was Yan Qing holding the Crown Prince’s eldest grandson.

Young Master Yan, who never attended palace banquets or social events, had been appearing far too frequently lately!

Among the crowd, a young girl who was clearly the center of attention slowly approached, her uplifted gaze filled with anticipation.

Yan Qing, you came.

Author’s note:

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Little turnip head + a bunch of [vegetable dogs]

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