Female lead: No, it's me again??

Xuan Li: "This love lock... isn't it for that girl named Shi'er?"

"And this couple, weren't they with us the night before last...?"

It's easy to see from the portrait that the family lived a very happy life.

But the nights in the illusion were filled with despair and slaughter.

Feng Siyue vaguely guessed that this was a tragedy.

"Huh? There are words too?"

Listen to the spring breeze's whispers, and gaze upon the blooming flowers;

My heart is like yours, and I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.

Qingning Xianruowan, her fame spread far and wide;

Snow and wind congeal white hair, year after year, flowers bloom in the world.

Your thoughts are as you wish; quietly await the unfolding of the myriad spirits.

"This is a poem expressing love."

No matter how Xuan Li looked at it, he felt that this poem was about a love story.

Feng Siyue stared at the corner of the painting, lost in thought, in the 1357th year of the Illusionary Era.

A thousand years ago?

If the people in the painting were ordinary people, they would have been reincarnated long ago. So why can this painting and calligraphy withstand the erosion of time?

Feng Siyue examined the painting from all angles but couldn't detect anything amiss.

She brought her nose close to the drawing paper and inexplicably smelled a sweet persimmon scent.

Feng Siyue: "......"

Was she hallucinating from hunger?

Feng Siyue patted her belly and said, "You've worked hard."

Just then, she overheard Xuan Li say that it was a love confession poem, so she asked her, "How did you figure that out?"

Xuan Li looked innocent. "I used to read a lot of sketchbooks in Tianshan. Most of the love poems written by scholars were in this style."

"From a chance encounter to love at first sight, then describing their wonderful life together, and finally expressing one's own deep feelings while praising the world's leniency, it's all a formula."

Feng Siyue was amused by her earnest expression, "So what kind of husband does our Ali want to find in the future?"

"I?"

Xuan Li's lips curved slightly, her bright smile and the ripples in her eyes making her radiant.

"Who can predict matters of the heart? Anyway, he can't lie to me, he has to stand by my side forever, and if he can't do that, then he's out!"

She waved her right hand through the air, as if to push away those wavering men.

Feng Siyue was somewhat envious of Ali, but she was always on her side...

In this world where people devour each other without spitting out the bones, is there really anyone who can do that?

She slowly rolled up the portrait and put it into her storage ring. "Alright, then I wish Ali all the best. But we need to do something else now."

Half an hour later, Xuan Li looked at the cleaned house with a dark expression, "You said other things are cleaning the house?"

Feng Siyue wiped her sweat. "That's right, we're going to stay here until tonight, so we can't skimp on ourselves."

Xuan Li muttered to himself, "You've been neglecting your stomach for three days already, and you still haven't come up with any ideas."

Feng Siyue paused while wiping the table, then continued wiping as if nothing had happened.

As night fell, the two stood intently in a corner of the house, hidden in the darkness, silently observing everything before them.

At midnight, a flash of blue light appeared inside the house, and the Ice Cat, bound by iron chains, appeared out of thin air with its back to them. Feng Siyue subconsciously looked towards the left wall.

Sure enough, the charred painting reappeared on the wall.

She quietly and discreetly approached and took half of the painting down.

Before I even had a chance to watch it, "Waaaaah!"

A desperate meow immediately caught Feng Siyue's attention.

Through the window, a tiny Arctic cat jumped in and frantically licked the big cat's wounds.

Feng Siyue frowned as she looked at the cat. Was the time earlier than scheduled today?

The time was around 1:15 AM the previous few nights, why is it 1:15 AM earlier today?

She soon found out the answer.

Footsteps could be heard outside.

The two exchanged a glance. Feng Siyue put the painting into her storage ring and pulled Xuan Li through the back door to hide in the shadows and observe the situation outside.

Under the night sky, a young man dressed in orange outfit rushed towards Xuan Li and his group, wielding a large sword.

Behind him, a carefree young man in a light blue robe rode the wind, wearing a purple earring on his earlobe.

The two entered the house and saw the trapped Arctic Cat.

"Oh ho, I was wondering why this little guy was in such a hurry. Turns out his mother is locked up here."

The orange-clad youth channeled his spiritual power and slammed his broadsword down on the iron chain. The hidden talisman material appeared but could not withstand the youth's power, and the chain snapped into several pieces.

Feng Siyue raised an eyebrow; this person was stronger than that one from the Taiqing Sword Sect.

However, because it was too badly injured, the Arctic Cat was unable to leave.

The boy in orange fed it something, and the Ice Cat's breathing gradually began to stabilize.

The boy with the earring looked around the room. "This room has been cleaned. It seems the person who locked it up is here."

"Tang You, why don't we wait for the rabbit to run into our trap?"

The boy named Tang You shouldered the broadsword.

"Okay."

So the two of them hid in the spot where Feng Siyue and the others had been hiding.

"Ziyi, I heard that Lu Rong was seriously injured here and almost lost her life. As her fiancé, aren't you going to go and see her?"

fiancé?

Lu Rong?

That woman happened to be from the Taiqing Sword Sect that day, could it be her?

So this must be Su Ziyi, the young master of Qiandao Pavilion?