Star-picking Tower.
Gongsun Yanming was teaching Shang Wuyou to play chess.
Tan'er was running around outside.
"So boring, so boring… Entering the palace but not the inner court, what's the point of entering the palace at all…"
The inner court has gossip, but the National Master Hall only has bird droppings!
Plop.
A pile of bird droppings fell from the sky.
Tan'er grabbed the flag of the National Master Hall to shield her head: "Big bird, if N dare poop on my forehead again, I'll have my sister stew N!"
The Hunting Eagle flew off in a rush.
While playing chess, Gongsun Yanming suddenly seemed distracted for no apparent reason.
"Checkmate."
Shang Wuyou said.
Gongsun Yanming's gaze returned to the chessboard.
As expected, he had lost.
"Master, Master, something big has happened!"
A disciple rushed in with a flustered expression.
Shang Wuyou asked, "What's got you so panicked? Has Elder Yan failed to cure the Noble Consort's little grandnephew?"
