My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2754

2754 Accidents abound
An Cu subtly twitched his lips and cleared his throat before speaking, “Our Crown Prince Consort isn’t overly concerned with formalities. Even if you intend to hold a ceremony, it would be advisable to wait until both the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince Consort return from the academy.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their satisfaction palpable.

In their past days navigating the pugilistic world, survival had demanded constant scheming. However, their present focus was solely on the study of talismans.

Observing their compliance, An Cu retrieved a handwritten manuscript from his pocket. “The Crown Prince Consort left this for you to peruse during her announcement. It contains insights into the art of talisman, along with some of her own observations. Keep it safe.”

“Thank you.” Qi Hua accepted the manuscript and delicately unfolded the first few pages, already brimming with anticipation.

Beside him, Zou Huan chimed in, “Elder Brother, Elder Brother, may I have a look too, Elder Brother?”

Even Elderly Mister Mu craned his neck, eager for a glimpse. “Qi Hua, would you allow this old man to have a look as well?”

An Cu discreetly rolled his eyes. “Gentlemen, please exercise patience. After your journey, it would be best to freshen up and rest. I’ll arrange lunch, ensuring you have ample time to delve into the content tomorrow.”

“Excellent, excellent.” Elderly Mister Mu smiled and nodded, expressing his gratitude. “We appreciate your hospitality, Your Excellency An Cu.”
As a result, the Heavenly Prefecture Association and its members settled in, embarking on a period of engaging and brilliant existence.

Years later, when the mention of the Heavenly Prefecture Association drew unanimous praise across the Three Provinces, curious individuals would inquire, /How was the Heavenly Prefecture Association founded?/

Those in the know could only offer a wistful smile and gesture in response, /Forgive us for disappointing your expectations. The establishment of our Heavenly Prefecture Association was far from grandiose. Our leader isn’t one to fuss over formalities./

On the day of its establishment, the weather was exceptionally fine as our group of senior members from the Heavenly Prefecture Association arrived in the royal capital, visibly fatigued. We chose a court on Huaqi Street as the site for our headquarters.

Zou Huan instructed someone to prepare a bath. As he pushed open the door and entered the designated area, he couldn’t help but pause mid-step, his gaze fixed on a young servant boy standing by the side. “Hey, let me ask you. Who resides in the neighboring court?”

She pondered whether she could squeeze in a visit to the school during her free time.

Before the servant boy could respond, a massive tremor emanated from the nearby northern court.

All present directed their attention skyward. Zou Huan’s eyes twitched repeatedly. “Huh? An earthquake?”

“Relax, everyone. Those three pill alchemists from the North Court shake things up like this every few days,” the servant boy remarked in an indifferent tone. It seemed he had grown accustomed to being tormented during these episodes…

Zou Huan and the rest found themselves instantly frustrated. /It appeared the entertaining times had just begun!/

—-Qiao’s Transition—-

Against the backdrop of the azure sky, a circular air-transportation spiritual tool sailed steadily through the air.

Abruptly, an army of colossal black flying hawks surged forth, launching a coordinated assault on the airborne spiritual tool.

A resounding boom reverberated, causing the spiritual tool to sway precariously. It resembled a small boat caught amidst tumultuous waves, helplessly buffeted by wind and rain.

“Everyone, hold on! I’ll stabilize the spiritual tool,” the person at the helm urgently called out. “Your Highness, how are you faring?”

Duan Yue, a member of the standard class, lounged lazily against a cushion, a wine cup in his hand.

It created a disturbance from the quilted flying hawks’ ramming.

A few drops of wine slipped from his grasp, staining his pristine white robes.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed menacingly as he cast a displeased glare at the swarm of black flying hawks outside the window.