Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Then a magical idea suddenly popped into her mind.

"I've only looked at a tiny bit of the dossiers, and I'm already starting to lose hair."

"Will Yuchi lose hair too?"

"Probably..."

"But why isn't he bald?"

Thinking randomly, she imagined Yuchi turning into a light bulb, then thought maybe he's wearing a wig.

Song Yinghan couldn't find anything funny in it, but she ended up chuckling to herself.

As she laughed, her face showed a lot of helplessness and frustration.

When will this ever end with so many dossiers to deal with?

"Knock knock knock-"

At that moment, the door was knocked.

"Madam Song."

"I don't need service." Song Yinghan turned and shouted to the door, and again it was the attendant from the Ziyue Star Pavilion.

Ziyue Star Pavilion is not an ordinary inn; they do not serve regular travelers. It is a stronghold of the Observatory in Canglan City.

Functionally, it is somewhat similar to that inn in Jiangzhou City before. But Jiangzhou City is just a small Grade-C city, while in a large Grade-B city like Canglan City, the Observatory's stronghold is a three-story inn.

It's not in a bustling area, nor is it an attention-grabbing existence. Those who can stay in such a place are all from different Observatories. Currently, the entire Ziyue Star Pavilion only has her, Song Yinghan, staying.

Recently, Song Yinghan has been really helpless. Usually, someone comes to disturb her, asking if she needs food or help cleaning the room. It's simply baffling. She's not useless; she knows to attend to such things herself. Right now, she just wants peace and quiet.

Especially when she is contemplating problems, she doesn't want to be disturbed. If she has needs, wouldn't she voice them herself? Must she be forced to experience their keen attitude of service?

"If it weren't for my dad insisting I stay at the Ziyue Star Pavilion, I would rather stay at an ordinary inn, where at least I would feel like a normal person, not a useless person."

After shouting that sentence at the door, Song Yinghan was ready to continue browsing the dossiers before her, trying to figure out the logic of the matter itself.

The attendant outside the door cautiously said a word: "Madam Song, there's someone downstairs claiming to be Yuchi who wants to see you."

After saying so, he thought to himself: Could this young man really know Madam Song? It doesn't quite seem possible. Could it be that his ordinary attire belies his true identity?

...

Just a moment ago.

A young man named Yuchi had come to their Ziyue Star Pavilion, asking if Song Yinghan was residing inside.

As operators of the Ziyue Star Pavilion, of course, they gave a positive answer.

Then they asked if the young man needed any help with anything.

The young man said he had something to discuss with Song Yinghan and that once she knew he was here, she would definitely agree to meet.

They were quite surprised initially.

But being an inn under the Observatory, even if they had doubts, they would never commit the most basic mistake, which is looking down on someone.

For example, muttering things like, "Just you, wanting to find Madam Song," or "Don't you look at yourself in the mirror?"

The more formal the place, the less likely such chaos occurs. Everyone has seen the world to some extent, knowing never to show any attitude on their face no matter what they think inside.

There is no mistake in doing things humbly.

The higher the position, the less room for error. Doing a hundred things right will earn no praises, but if one thing goes wrong, it means being criticized mercilessly. That's humanity—seeing others make money hurts more than losing their own.

Yuchi was arranged to be received in the hall, and some decent tea was served. The overall attitude was flawless, making Yuchi feel that not only did he find the right place, but he could also leisurely drink tea while sensing the bustling street behind him, waiting for his sister Yinghan to come over.

The attendant thus went upstairs to convey Yuchi's message, trying to gain some intelligence from Song Yinghan's side.

If Song Yinghan didn't want to meet Yuchi, Yuchi could still drink tea, but wouldn't be allowed to disturb the peace of others.

"No choice, the head office's funding is generous." This thought popped into the attendant's mind, finding the job at Ziyue Star Pavilion to be extremely comfortable—less work, more money.

...

And at this moment, Song Yinghan wearing the White Fox Mask had already appeared.

A charming and yearning voice came from behind the mask: "Where is he?"

... Wow! Does this young man really know Song Yinghan?

The attendant dared not be negligent. On one hand, he made way, while on the other, he headed downstairs:

"Madam, he is downstairs, and our people are attending to him. He might be drinking tea."

"Okay!"

After Song Yinghan spoke, she hurriedly took a few steps downstairs. This sudden surge of intense happiness, along with a slight dizziness, made her walk out with a "mighty stride"...