Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 545 Strange, how did the headmaster of Zixiao Temple become Bai Yue's servant?

As soon as Yuwen Yi finished speaking, Zhuang Xiaoye stepped forward and gave him a light tap on the back of the head.

"You brat, how dare you be so disrespectful! These two are older than you. According to etiquette, you should call them 'elder brother' and 'second brother,' not 'elder brother'!"

Yuwen Yi clutched the back of his head, wincing in pain, but still stubbornly shook his head with his neck stiff.

"I won't call them that! I don't even know who these two are, why should I call them Big Brother or Second Brother!"

Then, his eyes darted around, he puffed out his chest, a strange sense of superiority on his face, and looked around at everyone present.

"Besides, if we're really talking about seniority, I'm the rightful fifth-ranking imperial consort of my wife! Logically speaking, everyone here should call me 'Fifth Brother'..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his "bold words," he was hit on the back of the head again, this time with even more force than before.

"Ouch!"

Yuwen Yi cried out in pain and turned around in grievance, only to see Bai Yue withdrawing her hand, her eyes full of helplessness.

"Calling him 'Dog Egg' back then was absolutely right. His unreasonable and self-righteous attitude was just as 'dog-like' as it was!"

While inwardly grumbling, Bai Yue turned her gaze to Rakshasa.

The other party immediately understood, moved lightly to Ling Xuzi's side, and with a "rip" sound, tore off the exquisite disguise mask from his face!

The moment the mask fell to the ground, a handsome and refined face with exquisite features was revealed to everyone.

There was a hint of aloofness and coldness in his eyes, yet it was so familiar that it sent a shiver down one's spine.

"Ling Xuzi?!"

"Master Xuanji!"

Those who recognized him exclaimed in surprise.

Madam Xue, in particular, reacted the most strongly.

"You damned Ling Xuzi! Why are you so persistent, chasing me all the way here?"

He pointed at Ling Xuzi and shouted as if facing a formidable enemy, "Could it be... could it be that you still harbor thoughts of Xiao Wangyou and haven't given up your wicked intentions?!"

Madam Xue's words contained a great deal of information. Upon hearing this, Yaksha's originally charming face immediately became filled with suspicion, and her eyes darted back and forth between Ling Xuzi and Lu Wangyou.

Seeing that Yaksha was curious, Madam Xue quickly stepped forward and whispered an explanation.

"My dear, you don't know! Back at Zixiao Temple, when Xiao Wangyou was treating Lingxuzi, he fell in love with her at first sight..."

Before he could utter the word "love," Yaksha's fan whistled through the air and slammed heavily onto Madam Xue's head, abruptly interrupting him.

"Madam Xue! You pig-brain! What exactly do you think?"

Yaksha was so angry that her eyebrows shot up and her voice rose several decibels.

"Given the current situation, Ling Xuzi's eyes are practically glued to Xiao Yue'er. Even a blind man could see who he likes! And you're still spouting nonsense about Lu Wangyou?! I think you just need a good beating!"

After being scolded by Yaksha, Madam Xue clutched her aching head and subconsciously looked at Ling Xuzi. His gaze remained firmly fixed on Bai Yue, and the focus and intensity in his eyes were impossible to conceal.

He turned to look at Lu Wangyou, who had a helpless, bitter smile on her face, and then belatedly realized that he seemed to have... really made a huge blunder.

When Mo Qingyan saw Ling Xuzi, his face showed undisguised surprise.

She stepped forward, scrutinizing the other person with sharp eyes, her tone carrying a hint of confirmation.

"Master Xuanji? What are you doing here? And why are you disguised and concealing your identity?"

"Master Xuanji?"

Ling Xuzi seemed quite unfamiliar with this title. He frowned slightly, glanced at Mo Qingyan with a puzzled look, and finally spoke after a moment of silence, his voice cold and distant.

“Senior, are you sure you’ve mistaken me for someone else? My name is A-Da, and I am not the Xuanji Zhenren you’re referring to.”

He stepped to the side, pointing respectfully at Bai Yue, his tone softening instantly.

"This is my master."

His answer, and that completely genuine yet unfamiliar look in his eyes, made Mo Qingyan frown even more, filled with confusion.

She wanted to ask for more details, but Rakshasa quickly stepped forward, respectfully cupped her hands in greeting, and lowered her voice.

"Senior, this matter involves many things and is a long story. May we speak privately and explain ourselves slowly?"

Mo Qingyan looked at Luosha with a puzzled expression, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xiaoye quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, pointing to Rakshasa and introducing her.

“Master Mo, this is my wife, Shuang’er. Her identity is somewhat special, and I will explain it to you later.”

"Hmm, you look quite familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

Just as Mo Qingyan was trying to recall Zhuang Xiaoye's identity, Fu Wenzhu came over and explained with a smile.

"Qingyan, isn't this the child Zhuang Xiaoye that Zhuang Wuzheng picked up back then...?"

"The child Zhuang Wuzheng picked up?"

Mo Qingyan looked Zhuang Xiaoye up and down, a complex mix of reminiscence and wistfulness flashing in her eyes.

"That's right. Although I didn't have much contact with Zhuang Wuzheng back then, I still remember what an incredibly talented and handsome person he was! His swordsmanship was superb. It's a pity... Heaven is jealous of talent. Who could have imagined that such a glorious hero's manor would end up with the manor destroyed and him dead..."

Her words were like a needle, unexpectedly stirring up Shen Xingmian's painful memories.

Thinking of Zhuang Wuzheng's fate and that heart-wrenching farewell letter, Shen Xingmian's eyes instantly reddened, and tears silently streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes.

Ming Jingxing immediately pulled her into a tight embrace, gently patting her back and softly comforting her. Then, when he looked at Mo Qingyan, his tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Qingyan, let bygones be bygones. Why bring it up again and only cause Xingmian pain?"

When Fu Wenzhu saw Ming Jingxing's "love-obsessed" behavior, she couldn't help but purse her lips. Then she moved closer to Mo Qingyan and couldn't resist urging him on.

"Qingyan, look at this old man! He's forgotten his friends now that he has a wife. He's a typical womanizer! Why don't we join forces and teach him a lesson so he'll remember it?"

"Sigh, Wenzhu, Brother Ming finally got together with his sweetheart and found happiness. We should be blessing him."

Mo Qingyan sighed, but then suddenly changed the subject, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"But to be honest, the way he's protecting his wife right now is really annoying, and I'm almost tempted to hit him too!"

As she spoke, she reached for the long sword at her waist, her fingertips gently stroking the hilt, as if she were about to draw her sword at any moment.