——The Wanjian Sect is the second largest sword sect, and its relationship with the Xuanxu Sword Sect is much like that between Tsinghua and Peking University—openly and secretly competing as archrivals.

She finally understood what that female cultivator in the dining hall had meant.

At the same time, she realized that the two of them would be seeing each other frequently from now on.

Let her see, who is it that can’t afford to eat all day long? Oh, turns out it’s herself!

This really is a horror movie, damn it!

In the silence between them, a passage of text surfaced in her mind at just the right moment—the system had pulled up an excerpt from the original novel to help her complete her task.

The title read six large characters: Grace Carter Seduces Evan Parker at Night.

〔The moon sank in the west, and the area before the door was as clear and bright as pooled water, shadows flickering.

Grace Carter gave a delicate smile, her slender fingers brushing over Evan Parker’s collar, making the young man’s back stiffen and the tips of his ears flush red.

Moonlight danced, wetting the girl’s soft cherry lips. She gently parted them, her breath fragrant as orchids: “The moon is beautiful tonight, and I’m in a wonderful mood, Senior Sister. How about we go out and admire the moon together?”〕

Moon gazing.

From now on, every day for her would be about eating goose, not moon gazing.

The moon sank in the west, and the area before the door was as clear and bright as pooled water, shadows flickering.

Grace Carter gave a delicate smile, her slender fingers brushing over the body of the Xinghen Sword—her wife’s back was always straight, no matter the time.

The hand touching the sword trembled slightly.

Amidst the swirling black mist, she gently opened her mouth, the scent of roast goose lingering on her fingertips: “Wife, I don’t have money to buy you new clothes anymore. Please forgive your useless mother.”

Evan Parker looked at the scene before him, feeling nothing but chills down his spine.

He didn’t understand why Senior Sister would ask questions she already knew the answers to, nor why Grace Carter called Xinghen “wife” but referred to herself as its mother.

He only knew that Senior Sister seemed a little off.

In ancient times, there was Fan Jin passing the imperial exam; now, there is Grace Carter going mad from poverty.

Even long after, Evan Parker could still recall the terror that dominated him that night.

Senior Sister slowly approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Her tone was wild and manic, impossible to tell if she was laughing or crying, her voice drifting like a mountain ghost, perfectly matching those slightly reddened almond eyes:

“The moon is nice tonight, Senior Sister is in a great mood, so how about…”

“Let’s go out and admire the moon, shall we, haha.”

That final “haha” was the essence of it all, vividly illustrating the contrast between joy and sorrow. The rising intonation was like a cold arrow loosed from a bow, piercing straight into his eardrum.

Evan Parker was nearly scared to death.

He thought Senior Brother He selling himself to support his sword was already the ultimate act in the sword sect, but he hadn’t expected Senior Sister Grace Carter to be even more unhinged.

The little prince of the Dragon Palace took a pale step back, trembling all over.

Help, help, help! Senior Sister Grace Carter—

She’s gone mad from poverty!

The places on his body she touched felt like they were burning, making Evan Parker extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively wanted to break free from her hand.

But, but…

Senior Sister was just too pitiful.

She was already acting so abnormally from poverty—if he refused her invitation, she would definitely be even more upset.

So the little white dragon endured his discomfort, his voice low and muffled, trembling uncontrollably: “Senior Sister, don’t be sad. I… I’ll go look at the moon with you.”

Chapter 3

Grace Carter hadn’t expected Evan Parker to agree to go moon gazing with her.

After all, Evan Parker had only just joined the sect, and the two of them were barely more than acquaintances, having exchanged only a few words.

In the original novel, the moment the protagonist touched his hand, he had pulled away without hesitation. But now, not only did the little white dragon not mind her touch, he even accepted her invitation to admire the moon.

Grace Carter started to understand why so many people scrambled to join the “Who’s More Miserable in China” contest.

“But Senior Sister, instead of going out to admire the moon, shouldn’t we…”

Evan Parker hesitated for a moment, his long lashes drooping to hide his dark eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was as soft and sweet as a white dumpling: “Maybe tidy up your room first?”

He spoke with his head lowered, so Grace Carter could boldly take a good look at her little junior brother.

The little white dragon was an important character in the original novel. Because of his inherently kind nature, he got along well with the solitary Henry Clark, and naturally had a lot of scenes.

Compared to Henry Clark’s aura of a moody, dangerous villain, the “little white lotus” persona of Evan Parker seemed much more pure and ethereal.

A graceful youth, like jade branches and trees. The light of the ever-burning lamp flowed like water, gradually illuminating his fair and delicate face.

He was still young, with a hint of childishness in his features. His obsidian eyes were full of gentle night, his long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, casting a thin shadow.

The thin white robe outlined the youth’s tall, slender figure. In the stillness of the night, he resembled a straight, sharp sword.

Yet, seeing his deliberately averted gaze and the faint flush on his ears, he looked less like a once-in-a-millennium sword genius and more like the shy, introverted little brother next door.

Grace Carter looked at him, then at the “African wall” behind her, and asked uncertainly, “You’re willing to help me clean my room?”

Evan Parker didn’t look up or speak, just nodded his head lightly.

As it turned out, Evan Parker really wasn’t like a pampered royal child at all.