He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

The moonlight, as clear as water, shone upon Yan Juzhi's handsome face.

He turned his head away, looking elsewhere, as if deliberately avoiding seeing An Wuyang's expression.

"Any pot will do!"

An Wuyang rolled up his sleeves and walked straight ahead.

"Thank you for leading the way, Lord Yan!"

Yan Juzhi then turned his head and saw that An Wuyang had neatly tied her hair up in a bun, with her sleeves flattened at her elbows, revealing half of her smooth forearm.

Yan Juzhi withdrew his gaze, his eyes feeling as if they had been burned, and he subconsciously dared not look around again.

"Let's go!"

He coldly uttered two words and led the way. After a few steps, he pushed open the door and entered a neat little courtyard.

The courtyard is simply furnished, but it is complete with stone tables, benches, tea tables, and chessboards, which shows the owner's refined taste.

An Wuyang sighed that such a nice courtyard, if only potatoes and cabbages were planted there, they wouldn't have to eat at Zuixianglou every day.

Although she was a princess, her years of life as a peasant woman had filled her life with the mundane details of daily life, and she inevitably thought about trivial matters such as spring planting and autumn harvest.

The kitchen in Yanju's house was located under the eaves, and she deftly lifted the pot lid to prepare to wash the pot.

An Wuyang bent down, ready to scoop water, but found the bucket empty.

She glanced at Yan Juzhi, then casually rolled up her sleeves and picked up the bucket.

"lay down!"

Yan Juzhi's cold, hard voice rang out.

An Wuyang was suddenly stopped by him and was momentarily stunned.

Then Yan Juzhi silently picked up the bucket and went to the well.

An Wuyang felt a strange sensation upon seeing this. In the past, Li Huai Ren would never have helped carry water.

Li Huai-ren said, "I am a gentleman, how can I do such lowly work?"

Looking at Yan Juzhi again now, An Wuyang suddenly realized that a gentleman like Yan Juzhi, who does not require women to do heavy work, is the one who truly deserves to be called a gentleman!

Then, An Wuyang didn't dare to delay and went to the overgrown weeds in the yard to look for creeping euphorbia.

The plant called ground ivy, scientifically known as Portulaca oleracea, is found everywhere and is very easy to find.

Fortunately, no crops were planted in Yan Juzhi's small courtyard, which was overgrown with weeds, especially creeping privet.

An Wuyang squatted down and began to pull weeds. Just then, Yan Yan came to An Wuyang with a small lantern, which immediately lit up a large area of ​​the ground, making the ground lichen easier to spot.

"Brother, come quick!"

Yan Yan suddenly shouted at Yan Juzhi again.

An Wuyang subconsciously turned to look at him and saw that he had already prepared the water and placed it by the stove.

Hearing Yan Yan call him, Yan Juzhi walked over.

Yan Yan raised her little face and said to An Wuyang, "Sister, get up quickly!"

An Wuyang stood up, and Yan Yan handed the lantern to him.

"Please light the lamp, sister!"

After saying that, she picked up the creeping violet grass from the ground and handed it to Yan Juzhi.

"Brother, the roots of these herbs are too deep. My hands are bleeding from pulling them!"

Yan Juzhi's eyes twitched three times, and he suddenly drew his sword from his waist, squatted down, and began to harvest herbs indiscriminately.

His movements were extremely swift, and the sword that could cut through iron like mud and behead countless villains was now even more useful for cutting herbs.

Soon, a small pile appeared on the ground.

Just as An Wuyang was about to carry the herbs on the ground to the corridor, Yan Juzhi stepped forward first and picked them up.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a single word to An Wuyang, but he acted swiftly, saving An Wuyang time and effort.

An Wuyang looked at Yan Juzhi's back. He was tall and imposing. Although he seemed cold, the candlelight made him feel warm.

An Wuyang followed and came to the corridor. Just as she was about to start a fire, Yan Juzhi took the lead and squatted down.

It is precisely because of this tendency to always act one step ahead of her that An Wuyang needs some time to get used to.

Yan Juzhi took on the task of tending the fire, while An Wuyang could only sit on a small stool with Yan Yan, picking herbs and removing the roots of the creeping privet and other mixed weeds.

The candlelight flickered in the corridor, and during his leisure time, he would occasionally turn around to look at them.

Yan Yan chuckled, then suddenly looked up, her eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Sister, don't we look like a family of three?"

Yan Juzhi, who was being burned, shuddered.

An Wuyang raised her eyes, her expression gentle, and looked at Yan Yan with eyes full of affection.

"It looks like it!"

For a moment, Yan Juzhi's body visibly stiffened, but An Wuyang, with his back to him, could not see this abnormality.

"If Yan'er, such a lovely little girl, were my daughter, I would be the happiest mother in the world!"

An Wuyang's words revealed his utmost sincerity.

What mother wouldn't love a warm-hearted and intelligent child like Yan Yan?

Yan Yan's face fell, and she made a face in Yan Juzhi's direction.

A sharp cracking sound came from the kitchen, as if something had collided.

Seeing that the herbs had been selected, An Wuyang went over to boil water.

When she was busy, she always felt a sinister gaze staring at her, making her scalp tingle.

Looking down, she saw Yan Juzhi, who was adding firewood, looking up at her with a gloomy face and clenched teeth, almost squeezing out three words: "Ha! Mother!?"