"Brother Yun, the Spirit Rice is ready to be harvested. I volunteer to help the disaster-stricken area by delivering food and vegetables," Lin Jinyang said with enthusiasm, hoping to make his presence felt.
"We'll go too," the other young men chimed in, unwilling to be left behind.
Lin Jinyun had concerns: "If you go now and can't return within two days, you'll miss our sister's Coronation Ceremony."
"Ah, I completely forgot about that," Shitou exclaimed, bemused, and almost swearing.
The room fell silent as the young men contemplated their choices, torn between conflicting desires.
Lin Jinlong's brows were tightly furrowed as if they could crush a fly.
Feng Yi stealthily lamented, "It would be a pity to miss such a rare event."
"I really want to witness Master's glorious coronation with my own eyes," Wang Meng, who had grown up with his young master, couldn't hide his discontent.
