The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Bai Fan's message was concise yet warm, imbued with festive spirit. He wrote, "The Lantern Festival is here. If you have time, why not come out and celebrate with us?" Emperor Xin, in turn, described a bustling scene: "The Lantern Festival outside is bustling with activity, with all sorts of brilliant lights and bustling crowds. You'll absolutely love it. Come and enjoy it." Ying Li was tempted to refuse, but a sense of loneliness made her hesitate. After a moment's deliberation, she decided to accept the unexpected invitation, temporarily putting aside her worries and immersing herself in the joyous atmosphere. She longed to escape this oppressive atmosphere, even if only temporarily.

She quickly replied, "Sure, give me a location." Immediately afterwards, Bai Fan sent a shared location. Ying Ni clicked on it and saw it wasn't far away, just on the other side of the city. She stood up, breaking the gloomy atmosphere in the room, and said to He Qingming, "Let's go! Bai Fan and Di Xin have invited us to play. Hurry and change." Her words carried an undeniable firmness, as if telling He Qingming that, whether he wanted to or not, she was determined to go.

Although He Qingming still harbored unresolved resentment, he couldn't help but be moved by Ying Zhen's sudden change to a relaxed and cheerful demeanor. He silently stood up and followed Ying Zhen's steps. Together, they left the room and headed out into the bustling world outside. He knew that no matter how many unresolved conflicts and disputes there were between them, at this moment, they needed to put them aside and enjoy the beauty of life.

The moonlight was as bright as water, its silvery glow bathing the earth. The entrance to the Lantern Festival was bustling with activity and a clamor of voices. Colorful lanterns swayed gracefully in the night sky, as if telling an ancient tale. Ying Ni stood at the entrance, her figure shimmering in the light. She wore an elegant long dress, the hem swaying gently in the breeze like a blooming tuberose. The color of her dress complemented the surrounding lights, and her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.

He Qingming parked his car in a nearby parking lot and hurried back to the entrance. His steps were brisk, a smile of anticipation on his face. When he finally reached Ying Ni, he asked breathlessly, "How are they? Where are they?" He glanced around, but saw no sign of Bai Fan or Di Xin. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, but also a subtle sense of relief. Without the distractions of others, he could spend more time with Ying Ni.

Ying Ni snorted coldly, seemingly unsurprised by the two's absence. She replied calmly, "They've already gone in to play, so let us go in on our own." He Qingming was secretly delighted upon hearing this. He had previously worried that the two would become a third wheel, but now it seemed he could enjoy this beautiful evening alone with Ying Ni. Perhaps this was an opportunity, he thought, to take their relationship to the next level.

"Let's go in and have some fun." He Qingming's voice tinged with excitement. He reached out and gently took Ying Meng's hand, and the two walked side by side into the entrance of the Lantern Festival. They weaved through the crowds, feeling the festive joy and bustle, as if all their worries had melted away by the brilliant lights of the night.

He Qingming and Ying Ni walked side by side into the Lantern Festival venue. The place was bustling with activity, as if they had transcended time and space, transporting them to the vibrant scenes of an ancient Lantern Festival. Red lanterns hung high, colorful lights interwoven into vibrant patterns, and ancient music echoed in the air. Every detail spoke of the weight of history and the joy of the festival. The bustling crowd, the laughter and chatter mingled with the cries of vendors, created a unique festive atmosphere. They felt as if they were transported to an ancient painting, where everything around them was imbued with the atmosphere of tradition and culture.

Not far from the venue's entrance, He Qingming's eye caught sight of a shop selling traditional clothing. Pointing, he suggested, "Why don't we go change into some clothes and experience the atmosphere of an ancient festival?" Ying Ni followed his finger and saw many people sorting through a variety of ancient costumes. She chuckled and said disapprovingly, "Are you stupid? That's obviously something the organizers arranged. Besides, those styles are very common. Why would you waste your money on this?" With that, she ignored He Qingming and walked deeper into the venue, seemingly uninterested in the experience. Ying Ni's attitude embarrassed He Qingming, but he didn't give up. Instead, he followed her lead, continuing to explore this grand event steeped in traditional charm.

The streets surrounding the venue were filled with a dazzling array of vendors. Ying Ni's attention was drawn to a stall selling dough figurines. She approached the stall and looked through the dough figurines, each one vivid and lifelike, as if telling an ancient story. Curiously, she asked the owner, "Boss, can I make anything I need just a photo?" The owner confidently replied, "Yes, I can make anything I need."

Ying Ni opened her phone's photo album and tapped a photo. It was a drawing of a bell-shaped figure she'd created from memory. She handed it to the owner and whispered, "Then make me one of her." The owner glanced at the photo and said, somewhat hesitantly, "Do you want a realistic one, or just a rough approximation?" Knowing the dilemma, Ying Ni chose a rough sketch: "I'll give you a rough approximation!" The owner nodded and said sincerely, "Okay, this is a custom order. A hundred yuan discount." Ying Ni scanned the QR code, paid, and looked forward to the dough figurine, made from her memory of the bell-shaped figure. She was filled with anticipation, as if this dough figurine could bring her some comfort and strength.

He Qingming stood behind Ying Huan, watching the scene unfold silently. He knew Ling Qiao was an everlasting pain in Ying Huan's heart, a knot between them that could not be circumvented. A complex wave of emotions welled up in him, a desire to share her pain, yet knowing that some wounds could only be healed on her own. He could only offer silent support, hoping that Ying Huan could find her own peace and happiness. He Qingming knew that everyone's heart had its vulnerabilities, and all he could do was to offer Ying Huan support and companionship when she needed it, to let her feel warmth and strength.

The boss was kneading the dough intently, his eyes constantly shifting between Ying Ni's phone screen and the dough in his hands, focused and meticulous. As time slowly passed, a lifelike dough figurine gradually took shape, almost identical to the figure in the phone photo, with every detail meticulously executed. Ying Ni accepted the dough figurine from the boss, a complex wave of emotions welling up within her. The dough figurine seemed to symbolize a deep-seated knot within her, a knot she had avoided for years, unwilling to confront.