Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 318 Going to Beijing

The Mo family was reveling in their triumphs while the atmosphere at the Ji family was noticeably tense.

Ji Ling overheard the conversation between Ji Xian and Mo Huai Zhang by accident; her fingernails were practically digging into her flesh. She had locked herself in her room, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with a venomous gaze.

She hadn’t expected her grandfather to have such plans; he had never intended to form an alliance with the Xiao Family through marriage.

But he had always cared so much about the family’s interests, and an alliance would bring such great benefits. Why would he disagree?

Could it really be because she didn’t carry the Ji family’s bloodline?

No, she absolutely couldn’t just sit back and wait for doom.

This marriage agreement had to count no matter what. In all of Beijing, only she, Ji Ling, was worthy of the title Mrs. Xiao.

Her reflection in the mirror widened her eyes with a malicious look, her face filled with unwillingness and determination.

She composed her expression and walked out. No matter what, she would not give up.

**

At the Lin Family.

Lin Xiang had just hung up the phone, a puzzled expression on her face.

It was a call from the Beijing Painting Association, inviting her to attend the President of the Painting Association’s apprenticing banquet.

Yun Zhonghai felt something was off, "Could this be some kind of scam call?"

Online scams were all the rage these days, but they were all about swindling money. Could this be some new kind of scam?

"The Beijing Painting Association?" Liu Lanfang was cracking melon seeds on the couch. She responded with calm, "Then it must be real."

Both turned to look at her with puzzled faces.

She seemed to know everything.

Liu Lanfang glanced at them, "Once you get there, you’ll understand. Just yesterday, Yun Yue told me that the tickets had been booked and we leave tomorrow."

She wouldn’t say more; it’s something that couldn’t be explained clearly. They would just have to see for themselves once they were on the scene.

"?!?"

They both looked at her, completely befuddled.

"That won’t do, I’ll call and ask them." Lin Xiang took out her phone, and the other side picked up very quickly.

"Aunt Xiang, I was just about to call you," said Yun Yue as she held her phone on speaker, sitting beside Lin Xuanze.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

Lin Xiang rolled her eyes, "I couldn’t tell."

The boy had been gone for so long without a single call back, but on Yueyue’s phone he sounded so chirpy—one could only guess what mischief he’d gotten into.

"Actually, Aunt Xiang, I wanted to talk to you too. I just got a call from the Beijing Painting Association saying they want us to go to Beijing to attend the apprenticing banquet of the President of the Painting Association; your grandma said she has already booked our tickets?" Lin Xiang couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous.

She didn’t even know what she was nervous about, just that she had a feeling this had something to do with her, almost certain. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Yeah, let me tell you, the president of the Painting Association came looking for his disciple, and no one expected it to be Yun Yue, my sister!" Lin Xuanze laughed heartily.

He seemed even more excited than the person in question, somewhat proud.

"The president of the Painting Association’s disciple is actually Yueyue?!" Lin Xiang’s hands trembled slightly holding the phone, her voice a few decibels higher, her heart pounding with excitement.

It seemed her instincts were right after all.

No wonder they were just called to go to Beijing for the apprenticing banquet; it all made sense now.

She remembered when Yueyue first came to the Lin family, they wanted her to have a skill and thought about enrolling her in an interest class, whether it be painting or music. Yet to think that her painting had such talent to be taken as a disciple by the President of the Painting Association.

The President of the Painting Association was a figure on par with Master Yao Nan.

Shen Xuan played the piano so well and yet had not been taken as a disciple by Master Yao Nan. And yet her Yueyue had quietly become the disciple of the President of the Painting Association.

She was so happy she could be foolish.

Yun Zhonghai was initially stunned as well, hardly believing his ears. But seeing Lin Xiang’s excited manner, he knew he hadn’t heard wrong.

Yun Yue is really the disciple of the President of the Painting Association!

How can she be so... impressive?

At this moment, Yun Zhonghai realized he had paid far too little attention to his daughter.

He had always thought she was just a bad child who loved to play and fight and didn’t listen to discipline, but it was such a bad child who brought him great surprises time and again.

The national top scorer, the disciple of the President of the Painting Association.

Lin Xuanze thought there was no noise coming from the other end and worried she might have fainted from the shock, he couldn’t help but ask, "Mom, you didn’t faint, did you?"

Lin Xiang glared at the phone annoyedly, "I’m fine, I’ll come to discipline you tomorrow."

She hung up the phone, her fists clenched with excitement.

"What are you waiting for? Pack up, we’re going over tomorrow. Sister Li, you’ll take care of the house these few days, and remember to water my flowers on time."

"Mom, you better pack up too."

Lin Xiang was so excited she wished she could go right away.

Liu Lanfang thought it over and finally nodded, deciding to go with them.

Xiao Family.

Jiang Qiong was practicing calligraphy when Housekeeper Xiao hurried into the study, his forehead covered in sweat.

Jiang Qiong glanced at him and continued writing, "What’s got you in such a hurry?"

The usually unflappable man seemed increasingly agitated lately.

Housekeeper Xiao took a breath, placed the invitation on the desk, and said excitedly, "The Painting Association’s people just delivered an invitation, Elder Jiang is taking on an apprentice."

"That’s good news," Jiang Qiong commented evenly. Elder Jiang was getting on in years, and it was about time someone inherited his mantle.

"It’s not just good news, it’s fantastic news." Housekeeper Xiao took a deep breath and continued excitedly, "Madam, Elder Jiang’s apprentice is Miss Yun Yue!"

Jiang Qiong’s hand shook, the brush did not stop properly, and the piece of calligraphy was ruined.

She looked up in astonishment, her voice raised, "You’re saying..."

Before she could finish, Housekeeper Xiao confirmed with a nod, "You heard right; it’s Miss Yun Yue."

Many people are fond of the traditional arts, and the four major associations hold a special status in Beijing and are very popular.

Moreover, the Heads of the four associations are esteemed by the country, and they even have status abroad. Miss Yun could inherit the position of the President of the Painting Association in the future.

Jiang Qiong had no expression on her face, but the hand holding the brush trembled. Housekeeper Xiao composed himself, pretending not to notice anything.

"Prepare the car, we are going to Shengting right away."

Jiang Qiong put down the brush and walked out, Housekeeper Xiao silently following behind.

The young master’s discernment was truly impeccable.

Shengting.

A group of people were happily playing Werewolf.

Jiang Qiong used her key to open the door and saw a crowd sitting on the carpet, forming a circle, joyfully engaged.

She nonchalantly found a seat on the sofa, pretending to be laid back, "You guys play."

Housekeeper Xiao quietly stood to the side, observing how the usually reticent young master was playing such a game.

Miss Yun’s influence was really something.

Jiang Qiong sipped her tea, disinterestedly mentioning, "I heard Yueyue became Elder Jiang’s apprentice?"

Feng Ye chuckled, "Yeah, Aunt Qiong, Elder Jiang personally came to find Yun Yue."

When the game ended, Yun Yue was the last one alive.

"Yun Yue, you’re too amazing! It’s really no fun playing this game with you."

Every round, she was the last one standing, and everyone else died.

The girl raised her delicate eyebrows lazily as she stood up, "That’s because you’re too stupid."

Feng Ye: "..."