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

"Shh." Song Tingxi raised her index finger to ask the store manager to keep her voice down.

The store manager looked at Guan You who was standing next to Song Tingxi. He didn't see which distinguished person he was. He just felt that he had an extraordinary bearing and must have a good background.

"Two young masters." He nodded and said, "Please feel free to choose what is in the store. It is my honor to serve the two young masters."

Yan Zhao noticed the movement here, put down the emperor's head badge in his hand, and walked over.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, have you finished reading?" Song Tingxi asked him with a smile.

Yan Zhao nodded, and under the eager eyes of the store manager, the three of them walked out of the souvenir shop.

Song Tingxi is familiar with the floors here. Almost the entire third floor is a men's formal wear store.

Yan Zhao didn't understand this, so he followed Song Tingxi's arrangement and tried on the clothes he picked out.

Dark blue suits with double-breasted lapels, X-shaped silver-grey single-breasted suits with flat lapels, and even gorgeous pure white tuxedos.

The more Yan Zhao tried, the more he felt something was wrong. When Song Tingxi asked him to try on a cloak that looked like flamingo feathers, he finally couldn't help it anymore:

"Are you just kidding me?"

Song Tingxi lowered his head, put his fist in front of his lips, and his eyes were covered by a baseball cap, but Yan Zhao could still feel that he was smiling.

"Because it looks pretty, right, Ayou?"

Guan You had been standing quietly in the corner. When he was called, he turned his face coldly to one side.

"I think this one is good." Yan Zhao pointed to the one he tried on for the first time. He felt that Song Tingxi was becoming more and more exaggerated, and it was dangerous to listen to him.

"Wait a minute, I think this set is very good." Song Tingxi motioned to the clerk to take the style hanging behind Guan You.

This style didn't look too high-profile, so Yan Zhao decided to trust him one last time and go to the fitting room to change.

Song Tingxi stood at the door of the fitting room. The moment Yan Zhao came out, his eyes lit up.

The overall suit is champagne color, with gold vine embroidery on the lower end of the collar and shoulders, and the collar is tied with a satin ribbon of the same color that hangs down to the waist, making it look delicate and elegant.

Putting on this outfit, Yan Zhao completely lost his poor temperament and instead looked noble and gentle, like a little prince.

Guan You also stepped forward, nodded and commented: "It looks good."

Hearing what he said, Yan Zhao felt that it was reliable and said with relief: "Then let's take this. I'll call He Yexuan to confirm the price."

"No, I'll contact him. He knows my account and can transfer money to me directly."

Song Tingxi stopped him and walked aside to operate the bracelet.

Yan Zhao did not doubt his presence and went back to the changing room to change clothes.

As soon as he walked in, Song Tingxi immediately stopped pretending and swiped her bracelet at the cashier to pay.

He asked Guan You in a relaxed tone: "Are you going to have dinner later? Or should you go back to the palace first?"

"Let's take Yan Zhao back to his dormitory first," Guan You said.

Song Tingxi didn't answer. He thought that he had to find a way to get Guan You away.

When Yan Zhao walked to the rooftop with his shopping bag, he heard Guan You's bracelet ringing, and then he saw an approaching aircraft circling in the sky.

"I'm here to pick you up." Yan Zhao recognized it at a glance. It was the royal aircraft that had gone to school to pick up Guan You.

Guan You frowned and said, "I didn't ask anyone to pick me up."

The aircraft stopped next to the one at Song Tingxi's house. Miao Wenqi, the captain of the secret guard, jumped down and ran towards Guan You with a nervous look on his face.

"Your Highness, how do you feel? Can you still control it?"

"Who told you?" Guan You asked. Since licking Yan Zhao's blood during training, his condition has stabilized a lot, and it will be fine if he doesn't return to the palace for the time being to take inhibitors.

Miao Wenqi coughed twice and made a gesture of invitation: "Anyway, Your Highness, please return to the palace quickly. Your situation in the joint practical class must be properly diagnosed by the imperial doctor."

Before leaving, Guan You glanced at Song Tingxi's face suspiciously, but he calmly waved his hand and said, "See you the day after tomorrow, Ayou."

Yan Zhao also politely said "goodbye" and watched their aircraft leave.

"It's our turn." Song Tingxi let Yan Zhao get up first, and then he got into the driver's seat.

At first, Yan Zhao didn't notice anything. The aircraft was flying through the clouds.

After more than an hour, Yan Zhao clicked on the satellite navigation in his bracelet and asked confusedly: "Song Tingxi, are you lost?"

Song Tingxi looked at the blue sky in front of her, managed to hold back her laughter, and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Because you seem to have gone the wrong way." Yan Zhao stretched out his arm and showed him the navigation map projected on the bracelet.

Song Tingxi looked at the delicately textured wrist in front of her, and a joy that she couldn't explain welled up in her chest.

He couldn't figure out why he felt disgusted with Yan Zhao before.

"Because this is not the way back to school." Song Tingxi began to land, and the ground hidden behind the clouds was revealed.

Yan Zhao saw the fields gradually enlarging, and he had a terrifying guess in his heart. Could it be that Song Tingxi wanted to throw her body into the wilderness?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhao couldn't care about anything else and just wanted to stabilize Song Tingxi first.

"W-what do you want? If I listen to you in the dormitory, then I can agree immediately." He leaned on the backrest of the driver's seat and said nervously.

Song Tingxi felt his breath gently caressing the back of her neck when he spoke.

"Oh? Do you agree to everything?" Song Tingxi asked with a smile on her lips.

"Hmm!" Yan Zhao thought to himself, agreeing first before saying anything. I can't beat him.

The aircraft got lower and lower, and a huge manor surrounded by walls appeared on the front window.

In addition to the five-story villa in the center, there are also some bungalows scattered around. Male and female servants in black and white uniforms walked through the grass. Soon someone noticed the aircraft in the sky and pointed upward excitedly to inform others.

Yan Zhao realized that things were different from what he thought. He curled his lips and sat back in his seat, letting out a soft "hum".

The aircraft landed on the spacious runway. Song Tingxi pressed the door button and looked back at Yan Zhao's depressed face.

"Don't keep a straight face." He couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch Yan Zhao's cheek, but he slapped it away with his palm.

"This is the Marshal's Mansion. I'll bring you here to get used to it in advance, so as not to get used to the banquet at the Eldest Princess' Mansion." Song Tingxi's reason was very legitimate.

Yan Zhao was dubious and thought about the possibility of grabbing the aircraft and driving it back to the academy.

Song Tingxi noticed the way he looked at the control panel and turned off the power while saying, "Don't even think about it. As long as I send the message, you will be chased by the patrol as soon as you get into the air."