A piece of Japanese incense

"Hey! Look, there are so many of us, but this little girl doesn't seem scared. She's so cute!"

"Yeah! You didn't cry or make a fuss, you're so brave!"

Zhi Yihe walked into the hall and saw Yu Yi standing in the middle of the crowd with the child in her arms. Zhi Yian had his hands behind his back, his eyes gentle, and was smiling kindly at the child.

"The girl is here!" Yu Yi shouted, and everyone looked over.

"Daddy, have you decided on a name for Xiaobao?" Zhi Yihe took a few quick steps, put his arm around Zhi Yian's arm, and made faces to tease the little girl.

Zhi Yian was still feeling a bit melancholy about the tension he and his daughter had been having for days, but seeing her actively approaching him, his mood inevitably improved. "The most enjoyable thing in my life is to dwell alone in the clouds! Let's call it... Yunqi!"

"Yunqi..." Yuyi and Shanyi looked at each other and pondered in a low voice.

"This word '栖' is wonderful! It not only means to live and work in peace and contentment, but also implies a peaceful and tranquil state of mind. Mr. Zhi has great literary talent!" The envoy who announced the imperial edict complimented.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your praise!"

"Yunqi, little Yunqi!" Yutuan excitedly pinched Yunqi's little face: "You have a name! Yunqi! Little Yunqi~"

Zhi Yihe kept repeating: "Yunqi..."

Zhi Yian noticed her and asked with a doting smile, "What nickname would He'er like to give Yunqi?"

"Hoo! Dad, I didn't expect we would have such a coincidence!"

"Oh?"

"My daughter originally wanted the character 'xi', but it's 'xi', which means endless life."

"Young lady and Master are truly a father-daughter bond. They even came up with the same idea when naming our daughter!" Yuyi nudged Shan Yi with her elbow, and Shan Yi quickly took the child and replied, "Exactly! Exactly! Then let's name our daughter Yunqi! The 'Qi' in Yunzhongqi is a diminutive of the young lady's name. How about calling her Xi'er?"

"Okay! Okay! Just call me Xi'er! Xi'er~"

The banquet lasted for most of the day. Inside the spacious hall, tables and chairs were scattered about, the floor littered with fruit peels, vegetable scraps, and scattered chopsticks. Some people were slumped over the tables, snoring drunkenly; others were still arguing with people at the next table, shouting drunken words. The opera troupe on the stage had already finished its last performance...

Seeing that the official announcing the decree was drunk and Zhi Yian's face was also flushed, Zhi Yihe felt that the time was almost right. He lowered his head and glanced at the small note written by Ting Zhu for him. He cleared his throat, walked over to Zhi Yian's desk and knelt down, "Father, I respectfully report that my daughter has been spending time with Xi'er recently. Seeing his innocent appearance, I suddenly have a new understanding of the world's life, old age, sickness, death, and reincarnation."

The field gradually quieted down, and everyone looked towards Zhi Yihe. Zhi Yian narrowed his eyes slightly and did not respond, wanting to see what tricks his daughter would play next.

"Yihe has experienced all kinds of human affairs in the past few years, birth and death, reunion and separation. To me, this world is like a cage. Although I have enough food and clothing, my soul has nowhere to rest. The prosperity and noise of the world are nothing but illusions. My daughter has seen through its vanity and has returned to peace of mind. The past is like a passing cloud. Now, Yihe is willing to abandon this worldly world, shave his head and become a monk, accompanied by the ancient Buddha, to cultivate his mind and cultivate his nature, in order to seek transcendence!"

There was a burst of discussion in the venue.

Zhi Yian smiled at the official announcing the decree, but remained silent. He waved his sleeves and casually pointed to a maid: "Stop her being so pretentious! Take her out and sober her up!"

Seeing that no one took her seriously, Zhi Yihe shook her head, stood up, bowed to the envoy who announced the decree, and clasped her hands together in a serious tone: "Amitabha ~ All things are impermanent, and there is no self in all dharmas. I hope you can convey my determination to His Majesty." Although Zhi Yihe's voice was soft, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Without waiting for anyone to react, Zhi Yihe had already taken out a pair of small scissors from his sleeve, pulled out the hairpin, and cut off a handful of hair.

Without hesitation, the second and third strands of hair fell on her shoulders and feet...

"What are you looking at? Stop her!"

"Girl! Why are you doing this?"

Crying, shouting, blaming, and the chaotic noise of the crowd suddenly rang out...

Finally, the world fell silent. Zhi Yihe had his hands handcuffed behind his back and was forced into Zhi Yian's study.

"You rebellious girl! You are going to piss off your father to death!" Zhi Yian's face flushed red, perhaps because he was still drunk or because he was furious. He pointed at Zhi Yihe and paced around the room with his hands behind his back.

Zhi Yihe brushed off the loose hair on her body and stroked her hair of varying lengths without any concern.

Zhi Yian lifted her hands and looked at them, then grabbed a handful of her hair in disgust: "Look at you! What can your father say about you? What kind of person are you? You! Oh!"

Zhi Yihe touched his ear-length short hair and laughed inwardly: "What's the big deal! When I was in school, I had a bob haircut for several years! What a fuss~"

"Didn't Daddy say he would find a way for you?"

"What's the solution? It's still a matter of getting married! It's just marrying a different person, what's the difference!" Zhi Yihe thought to himself, but he didn't show it on his face. He still put his hands together in a serious manner and kept chanting "Amitabha".

Seeing this, Zhi Yian became even more furious. He loudly called for his servants to bring Zhi Yihe back to his residence.

Yu Tuan combed Zhi Yihe's hair and said with regret, "Miss, just do it for the sake of courtesy. Why did you do it for real? You scared me to death."

"I was really scared to tears. You actually hid such a big drama from me. I really thought that the girl was going to shave her head and become a nun!" Yuyi pouted and scooped a large spoonful of hot water and poured it on Zhiyi and Yutuan.

The two people exclaimed, and then the three people who were soaking in the hot spring started a water fight playfully.

"Shh! Keep your voices down! I heard your laughter before we even entered the house. What if someone noticed?" Ting Zhu walked to the spring and looked at Zhi Yihe worriedly: "Oh my God, how could you do this to yourself!"

Zhi Yihe smirked and raised his eyebrows at Yu Tuan and Yu Yi. Ting Zhu took two steps back, unable to hide the smile on his face: "Humph! You're trying to drag me down again! I won't fall for your tricks!"

"Who's coming in?"

Ting Zhu remained unmoved and stared at the three people.

Zhi Yihe padded helplessly: "I told you, she's very clever now."

Tingzhu's eyes flickered and she raised her head proudly.

"Girl, did you get hurt when you had your hair cut? I see blood all over you."

Ting Zhu hurriedly bent down to check, but it turned out to be a feint by them. With a "splash", she was pulled into the water.

Ting Zhu scratched the surface of the water twice and angrily said, "You guys! I knew it!"

Zhi Yihe laughed out loud, but was rewarded with a mouthful of spring water by Ting Zhu. She shook her wet short hair. In the misty white fog, the petals immersed in the emerald-colored hot spring were dotted with splashing water droplets on the tips of her dark blue hair. Intermittent pleas for mercy, laughter and curses floated in the steam...