Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 97: The Two Little Ancestors

Isn’t this just a disguised way of saying that Ding Bang is no good, that Ding Bang ranks low?

Even if one were slower-witted, they’d understand the meaning here.

Ye Zhi laughed heartily beside them, her radiant expression clearly conveyed: I don’t care.

But someone cared...

Tan Huanhuan defiantly stepped forward, her face filled with righteous indignation, resembling Bao Qingtian seeking justice for the people, full of indignation: "What do you mean? Ding Bang is a ranking too."

"What’s so special about passing the Jia Bang? Back on the mountain, weren’t you slower in catching prey than Ah Zhi? Xiao Chen is Jia Bang too, and my Changzhou is Jia Bang; what does that prove? If you have the ability, keep being excellent."

"Furthermore, the Buddhist Sect is a peaceful place. When visiting to worship, shouldn’t one dress more simply? Wearing a whole outfit in red, it makes people wonder what you’re up to."

Finally, running out of things to say, Tan Huanhuan shifted the topic to the red outfit; she just couldn’t stand her.

Daring someone to openly challenge the female lead. Ye Zhi gave her a thumbs up for her actions.

She quietly tugged at her sleeve, whispering softly at her ear, "Huanhuan, let it go."

The two little girls whispered secretly.

"Haha," Liu Qingxi sneered, "You have quite the temper! I was just casually saying, and you took it seriously. From your accent, you’re not from the Capital City, right? The countryside there is different from the Capital City. Seeing you reminds me of a saying."

"From poor mountains and bad waters emerge mischievous people."

The girl in red had a willful expression that was indeed clear~

Evidently, she wouldn’t concede.

Who knows where some country bumpkin came from, daring to bark in the territory of the Capital City!

"We come from Yangzhou, also known as Guangling City. Silk cables and dragon boats, timeless leisure. The bamboo of the West with ancient Yangzhou’s song and dance, three parts moonlight, ten miles of red towers, yet I fear the spring light will grow old, the jade flowers thin."

A literary excerpt sprang forth so eloquently, definitely not from Tan Huanhuan’s mouth.

It was Ji Changzhou.

Indeed, reading more books pays off; he recited it without a hitch.

This line of poetry stunned Liu Qingxi for a moment, making her pay attention to Ji Changzhou, who had been silent.

She surveyed him repeatedly, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, red lips and white teeth; he seemed to be a graceful little gentleman.

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Tan Huanhuan became more agitated: "What do you mean ’oh’? Our Yangzhou is famous worldwide. I, Tan Huanhuan, declare boldly that if one day you step foot in my territory, I will entertain you with our countryside’s customs."

She bit down hard on the word "entertain."

This entertainment is not that entertainment.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps of a large banyan tree, casting mottled spots on the little people beneath, while birds chirped atop the banyan tree branches, earnestly seeking insects to eat.

Beneath the tree.

A battle of words was about to unfold.

Ye Zhi watched the faces of both parties turn increasingly resolute, neither side yielding.

She hurried to mediate; she couldn’t offend the female lead, nor embarrass her companions:

"Yes, yes, that’s good. Let’s talk it out nicely. Qingxi, actually Huanhuan didn’t mean it that way; she’s only been in the Capital City for a few days, and she’s used to playing with friends at home, so she’s just like this; it shows she considers you a good friend."

"Huanhuan, actually Qingxi didn’t mean it that way either."

Tan Huanhuan couldn’t understand why Ye Zhi was afraid of the one in red clothes.

But for her sake, she gently raised her head with a "humph" sound.

No more words.

Ye Zhi saw her quiet down and let out a sigh of relief; after all, it was because of her that this issue arose.

"Qingxi, you should let it go too."

The girl in red lifted her head forcefully towards the other side, "humph," louder than before.

It seemed to be directed at someone.

These two little ancestors...