Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

"Okay." Yan Zhao pursed his lips and got off the aircraft. A group of people immediately came up to them and bowed to the two of them.

He had already seen bigger scenes in the palace and followed Song Tingxi calmly throughout the whole process.

Halfway there, he suddenly thought that this was the Marshal's Mansion, which meant that the Marshal might be at home.

"Are we going to meet your parents?" Yan Zhao asked slightly worriedly.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Song Tingxi's lips: "They are away from home most of the year. It's not easy for you to see them."

I have to say that Yan Zhao felt that this was the only good news he heard today.

The Marshal's Mansion is not as lavishly decorated as the Royal Palace, but the details of the furniture and accessories can be seen everywhere.

Ever since Song Tingxi got off the aircraft, there were more than ten servants following him.

The last time he returned to the palace, Yan Zhao was taken directly into the area where the servants lived, and he did not eat or live with Guan You. This time Song Tingxi kept him close to him and did not allow him to act on his own.

The kitchen steward handed over a menu, and Song Tingxi waved her hand and said, "Show it to my friend."

The steward quickly handed it to Yan Zhao respectfully.

Yan Zhao saw the various high-end dishes above, and there were some ingredients he had never seen before.

"Aged Huadiao steamed freshwater colorful ball fish, stir-fried leg mushrooms and garlic-flavored bent-horned animal meat, stone-bowl green Gedi roots with double crisp..."

After Yan Zhao finished reading the names of three dishes he had never heard of before, he tilted his head in confusion and looked at Song Tingxi.

"Did you hear that? That's all it is. The rest will follow my usual habits."

Song Tingxi handed the menu back to the steward, grabbed Yan Zhao's wrist, and walked to the central elevator of the villa.

"Okay, don't follow me."

Seeing the servants retreating, Yan Zhaosong moved a little faster. After entering the elevator, he commented: "Your family is very big."

"It's nothing compared to the palace. Didn't Ayou take you there?"

Yan Zhao didn't hear Song Tingxi's inquiring tone. He shook his head and said, "I didn't look carefully. I stayed in the servant's room most of the time. It wasn't until I was bitten unconscious by him that I lay down in the guest room for a while." , and then he was sent out of the palace."

"I will entertain you well." Song Tingxi made a gesture of invitation, feeling very happy.

Yan Zhao walked out of the elevator and found that the corridor here was actually semi-open air. Looking from the terrace, he could see patches of farmland behind the Marshal's Mansion, with scattered farmers cultivating the fields.

"Your family is quite... quite wild." Yan Zhao said in surprise.

He thought that people from Song Tingxi's family background would build their mansions in places with beautiful scenery.

"You really don't like to read noble gossip." Song Tingxi walked up to him, put her hands on the stone pillar platform, and squinted her eyes happily into the distance.

"My father was born as a commoner and was admitted to the Comprehensive Combat Department. Later, he was promoted through the ranks thanks to his meritorious service during the Insect Beast Rebellion 30 years ago, and then he got to where he is today."

"Oh." Yan Zhao felt the breeze in the field for a while, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder by Song Tingxi.

His wrist was grabbed again, and Song Tingxi said, "Let's go, I'll show you my room."

Yan Zhao was walking behind him and saw his wrist held tightly by Song Tingxi, thinking that he seemed to have been caught several times in the past few days.

Could it be that Song Tingxi felt that she couldn't use words to instruct her, so she took action directly? He really likes to arrange for others, Yan Zhao thought.

The walls of Song Tingxi's bedroom are covered with gold and red wallpaper, and the atmosphere is warm and welcoming.

Yan Zhao was a little surprised. He glanced at the furnishings in the room. They were all solid wood furniture. The carpets, wooden stands for vases and other furnishings all had an ancient charm and did not resemble Song Tingxi's temperament.

"My mother arranged this for me." Song Tingxi saw the surprise in his eyes and took him to sit on the sofa in the small living room. "We will have food brought up later. We can eat here." .”

"Aren't you going to teach me dining etiquette?" Yan Zhao has not forgotten his excuse.

Song Tingxi couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, I will teach you."

The servants who came to deliver the meals did not look sideways and maintained a respectful attitude.

Yan Zhao was still wearing an old sweater and sports coat, which was incompatible with the luxurious style of the manor.

While the two were dining, the stewards downstairs held an emergency meeting.

"The young master has never brought such a disgraceful friend home." The kitchen steward said, "I think we should report it to the madam."

The security captain said: "I asked Xiao Zhao who went to the college to pick up the young master today. The young master said that this Mr. Yan is his roommate."

"Since we are roommates, our status should be good, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that some students at Imperial College have no background and rely solely on good grades."

"Perhaps the young master wants to win over potential future subordinates?"

"No, Madam said she must report the young master's movements at any time."

……

The stewards debated endlessly, and the chief steward made the final decision, observing first.

Upstairs, Song Tingxi taught Yan Zhao how to use the entire set of banquet dining etiquette. Yan Zhao temporarily forgot about the previous conflicts and was very focused on learning.

He looked at Song Tingxi's posture, holding the wine glass and holding the knife and fork.

Every time Yan Zhao watched and imitated him seriously, Song Tingxi's chest felt like a small hammer was beating, making it difficult for him to control the surge of emotions.

"Actually..." When Song Tingxi spoke, her voice was a little dry and hoarse.

He paused, took a sip of red wine and said, "Don't you think it's a little strange? We are obviously a group based on ancient Chinese culture, but our banquet etiquette is similar to that of the Arctic Principality."

When Yan Zhao heard this topic, his cat eyes showed strong interest.

"I've seen it in ancient books!" he said excitedly, "Because Europe and the United States were more economically developed on ancient earth, so the rich here unconsciously imitated them. I heard that when the human ark set off from the earth, They still have a high voice until the Guan family mutates in the universe and becomes the absolutely dominant race."

"Do you like history?" Song Tingxi did not continue the topic of the Guan family, but changed his angle.

"Well, I..." Yan Zhao almost told Wei Shaojie's father, but suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Song Tingxi, "I... prefer reading."

"Really?" Song Tingxi had already noticed that he had a little secret and was not in a hurry to get to the bottom of it.

Because he admired the way Yan Zhao opened his eyes wide and forced himself to lie, which really made him happy.