Many descendants

Su Yan gave the vendor a piece of silver, about an ounce, and said, "Give me five more meat dishes, and keep the change."

"Thank you, Sister Xie." The vendor took the money and then picked out five more large meat buns.

Su Yan pointed to a wicker basket, "It's a bit hard to carry, can I have it?"

"Okay." The vendor picked out the best wicker basket and gave it to Su Yan.

Holding a basket of steamed buns, Su Yan turned around and walked towards the Dali Temple government office.

Seeing Song Zhuo standing at the door, he took out three oil paper packages from the basket. "One for you and the other two. If you want pure meat, this package contains five pieces of meat."

"Who is your husband?" Song Zhuo stared intently at her, his face still somewhat pale.

“You are my husband,” Su Yan replied casually, then took a bun from the oil paper package and ate it. “It tastes good.”

Song Zhuo felt like Su Yan was driving him crazy!

Holding the oil paper package in both hands, my mind was in complete turmoil.

She said he was her husband!

He didn't dare to press her further about why she had denied it earlier in the yamen...

No, she didn't deny it either.

She only said she had a husband, not that it wasn't him.

Song Zhuo had Ziqian deliver the steamed buns to the yamen, and then took Su Yan into the carriage.

Su Yan took a rag and wiped the vase gently. Under her wiping, the orchids on it seemed to bloom, becoming even more elegant and refined.

"How can you change your expression so easily?" Song Zhuo asked.

Su Yan replied, "This is an illusion."

"Illusion? Not a human skin mask or a shapeshifting technique that alters one's physique?"

"No, it's just a very simple little spell, I can do whatever I want with it." With a thought, Su Yan transformed into a little white mouse. "Look, I can even turn into this."

Song Zhuo stared at Su Yan in shock, "You!"

Su Yan changed back to her original form and continued to deceive him, "This is all an illusion."

"Amazing!" Song Zhuo exclaimed in genuine admiration.

Su Yan said smugly, "It's nothing."

Song Zhuo tentatively asked, "Am I... really your husband?"

Su Yan nodded, "It was like that before, but I don't know if it is now."

"Before? When was that?" Song Zhuo asked.

"The past is the past, don't you remember?" Su Yan retorted, looking at him with suspicion. "How about we just get a divorce?"

Song Zhuo hurriedly said, "No, I won't leave! I was assassinated in Shenjiang City and lost part of my memory. When I recovered, I had already returned to the capital. I could never remember that experience. I only vaguely remembered that a girl saved me, but I couldn't remember what she looked like until I lost control and strangled you in the carriage..."

"Oh yeah!! I almost forgot, you almost strangled me too. I'll remember that, so I can collect on it later." Su Yan thought to herself—[Heavenly Dao, you just wait!]

Song Zhuo: "...Why don't you pinch me back now?"

"No way! That would be too easy on you," Su Yan replied truthfully.

Constable Xue and his men stopped Song Zhuo's carriage.

"My lord, Minister Guo of the Ministry of Works has just been... wiped out!"

"What?!" Song Zhuo exclaimed in surprise and looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan looked completely innocent. "I'm not the murderer, why are you glaring at me?"

"At the Dali Temple, after you learned that Guo Yue was Guo Xiang's brother, why did you suspect the murderer and cause trouble for Guo Yue?" Song Zhuo asked.

Su Yan replied, "I was just saying it casually. Brothers might have done things together, right? Like my kids, they usually commit crimes in gangs."

“Children?!” Song Zhuo looked at Su Yan’s belly again.

Su Yan replied, "I have a bunch of fluffy little cuties."

"..." Song Zhuo immediately stopped caring. "This is a murder case, not your pet."

Su Yan pouted, "My babies, each one is my life!"

Song Zhuo said to Constable Xue, "I'll go back to my residence first, and then I'll be back at the Dali Temple soon."

Su Yan saw a Rugui Inn by the roadside and said, "Then you go ahead with your work, I'll stay here."

"No, you are my person, you must return to the Duke's mansion."

"I'll visit your Duke's mansion when you've cleaned up the backyard. I never share a husband with other females... cough, women."

Song Zhuo understood what she meant, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "I have never touched them."

Su Yan glanced at him, her eyes full of disbelief, "A group of such beautiful women, even I couldn't resist."

“…There’s no need to lie about something like this.” Song Zhuo stood up.

He got off the carriage first, and then took Su Yan to the Rugui Inn.

Upon seeing Song Zhuo, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "This humble servant greets Your Excellency, the Duke."

“Tianhao Room, serve them well. If you dare to neglect them, you won’t be staying here,” Song Zhuo replied.

"Yes, yes, I understand, Your Excellency, please rest assured," the shopkeeper replied anxiously.

Su Yan said to Song Zhuo, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. I'm tired too, I need to rest."

"Hmm." Song Zhuo inspected the inn again before leaving with peace of mind.

After seeing Song Zhuo off, the innkeeper tentatively asked Su Yan, "Is our distinguished guest the Duke's?"

“Creditor! My surname is Su,” Su Yan replied.

"Huh?" The shopkeeper was stunned.

The Tianhao room is the best room in the inn.

Everything used was top-of-the-line. The bedding was brand new silk and satin, the curtains and draperies were embroidered brocade and silk, and the calligraphy, paintings and decorations on the walls were all of the highest quality, exuding the air of a master craftsman.

Su Yan specially brought out a scroll and a vase from the Dali Temple and placed them on a long table made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

"Miss Su, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

"No need, I'll go to sleep soon, please don't disturb me for now."

"Yes, Miss Su."

The shopkeeper closed the door and left.

Su Yan patted the vase.

First, a delicate and pleasant orchid fragrance wafted from the vase, gradually coalescing into the shape of a woman.

The woman landed on the ground and prostrated herself before Su Yan, saying, "This little demon Yulan thanks the goddess for saving my life."

The vengeful ghost in the painting was about to devour the magnolia.

It was Su Yan who left a trace of her aura on the vase, preventing the evil spirit from approaching the magnolia and thus saving it.

"Get up, I'll take you to the demon realm. Don't stay in the human realm anymore." Su Yan, transformed into a guinea pig, lay on a peony-embroidered pillow and lazily yawned.

"Can we go to the Demon Realm?" Yulan asked, her eyes filled with surprise.

“You are a fairy of orchids, of course you can,” Su Yan said with a smile. “By the way, you know about the murder case at Hongfu Inn, right?”

“Yes, Xiao Yao saw everything in detail,” Yu Lan replied solemnly.

……

Su Yan slept soundly for two days at the inn. When she woke up, she found herself being carried in someone's arms.

As for the person who was carrying her, it was Song Zhuo.

She patted his chest. "I'm awake."

“This shouldn’t be an illusion.” Song Zhuo took her out of his arms.

Su Yan yawned. "It's just an illusion."

"You lied to me!" Song Zhuo suddenly tightened his grip on the pen, and the pen broke with a 'crack'.