Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

It's another day of bleak autumn winds and falling leaves...

Yuan Qing, carrying a small burlap sack, looked extremely shrewd, like a human trafficker... and was hopping towards the Lin family's house.

The Lin family...

Xia Rongliu was knitting something, but it was hard to tell what she was knitting. A small mountain of yarn had been piled up next to her, with crooked and uneven yarn products.

When Yuan Qing arrived at the Lin family's house carrying the sack, his hands felt like they were about to give out. He put the sack down at the door and went inside to find Xia Rongliu, calling out, "Yinyin—Yinyin—"

Xia Rongliu paused in her knitting, her brow furrowing. "Why is it this person again? How annoying!" Seeing Yuan Qinghe appear before her only fueled her anger. "Don't call me Yinyin! That's not how you address me!"

Yuan Qinghe, unconcerned, approached Xia Rongliu and looked at her knitting with surprise. "Wow, you're so good at knitting! What are you knitting?"

Xia Rongliu honestly replied, "I don't know."

"I don't know, I don't know what you're knitting?" Yuan Qinghe's gaze shifted to a pile of items of various sizes beside him, and he picked up one that he couldn't tell what it was.

"Whatever you weave is what it becomes."

Yuan Qinghe picked up a green woolen object and placed it in front of Xia Rongliu. "Is this a caterpillar?" Its alluring figure is truly captivating.

Xia Rongliu took the green thing and said fiercely, "What do you know? This is a frog! You look more like a caterpillar to me." Insulting me is fine, but insulting what I knitted is absolutely unacceptable!

Yuan Qinghe touched his nose, his small eyes wide with doubt, "Really? Then how about you knit one for me?" He then looked at Xia Rongliu with bright eyes.

Xia Rongliu was well aware of her own abilities. That lump just now... did indeed look more like a caterpillar. However, she was still quite happy that Yuan Qing asked her for one. "Then you can choose one yourself."

Yuan Qinghe shook his head. "Don't choose. Knit me a new one, a one-of-a-kind one."

Xia Rongliu was puzzled. Weren't all those pieces quite unique? "Then what kind do you want? Let's make it clear first, anything too complicated won't do." What if we can't weave it? That would be a disaster.

Yuan Qinghe pondered for a long time and said, "I haven't thought of anything yet. I'll tell you when I do."

Xia Rongliu nodded and said, "Then what are you doing here? Did you come just to watch me knit?!"

Yuan Qinghe slapped his forehead, as if waking from a dream. "Oh! I almost forgot, I brought a sack and left it at the door." After saying that, he was about to pull Xia Rongliu there.

Upon hearing that the sack had been freed, Xia Rongliu exclaimed in horror, "Sack?! What are you doing with a sack?! I'm not going to kidnap a child with you!" She even took a few steps back.

Yuan Qinghe chuckled twice. "Kidnapping children? What are you thinking? Do I look like I'm kidnapping children? Come on, the stuff is all in the sack. You'll see when you get there."

Xia Rongliu put down her things and followed him. After all, she had spent some time with Yuan Qinghe and knew what kind of person he was.

Yuan Qinghe opened the sack and said proudly and confidently, "Open it and take a look!" He looked at Xia Rongliu's actions with anticipation, wondering if she would jump up with joy, and chuckled twice.

Xia Rongliu poked her head into the sack, and her eyes lit up when she saw what was inside. She turned to Yuan Qing with surprise and said, "How did you know I liked this!"

Yuan Qing struck a smug pose. "How about it? Satisfied? I specifically asked your mother and even bought a shovel and all that stuff. Now, do you want to go up the mountain?"

"Now?" Xia Rongliu hesitated.

“I just bought it. Aren’t you afraid of dying if you don’t go? Anyway, your mother knows you come to my place often. Just go and explain it to your uncle and tell your mother.”

Xia Rongliu felt a pang of sadness upon hearing the word "death," and without hesitation, she ran towards her handsome uncle, before heading to the Taoist temple with Yuan Qinghe.

Inside the Taoist temple, Yuan Qinghe led Xia Rongliu to a small plot of land. "I managed to get this from my uncle after a lot of trouble. If you leave in the future, I can help you take care of it."

Xia Rongliu nodded and emptied the contents of the sack. There wasn't much; it contained some flower seedlings and a shovel, among other things.

After a while, Xia Rongliu was drenched in sweat. Although it was only early autumn and the weather was already much cooler, she felt the exhaustion of summer. "No wonder you were panting when you came over. This shovel is too heavy."

"I was thinking of buying a bigger one, so I went to the market early this morning. I bought it and came straight here. Aren't you going to thank me?"

Xia Rongliu genuinely thanked Yuan Qinghe, promising, "Thank you, thank you. I'll try my best to make yours look nice. You should decide what kind you want soon."

After Xia Rongliu finished speaking, she threw down the shovel. She couldn't take it anymore; she really couldn't hold on any longer.

Yuan Qing, having succeeded in his 'scheme,' smiled and said to Xia Rongliu, 'Can't it work? If it can't, how about I dig the hole for you and you plant it?'

Xia Rongliu nodded and kicked the shovel to him. Yuan Qinghe then said, "I'll help you on one condition: you have to call me... Brother Yuan."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Rongliu called out, "Uncle Yuan, Uncle Yuan, I know, hurry up! Why didn't you buy a smaller shovel? Don't you have one?" She used a small shovel to grow flowers at the Xia family's house.

Yuan Qing choked, swallowing the rest of his sentence, somewhat disappointed by Xia Rongliu's reaction. The market had small shovels, and the planting spot could have been chosen in a more convenient location, but… he had his own selfish motives.

Coming to his senses, he put on a smiling face again and said, "It's good enough that there is any, otherwise we would have to dig with our hands. You should rest for a while." After saying that, he picked up the shovel and got to work.

Anyway, she's still young and doesn't understand these things yet. We'll wait until she grows up.

Xia Rongliu was a little embarrassed and touched her nose. "I'd better keep planting. It'll get dark soon, and my mother will worry about me."

"Then just sleep here. It's not like you haven't slept here before." It would be best if you slept here, today, tomorrow, every day.

Xia Rongliu looked at Yuan Qinghe with some surprise, "What are you thinking? Am I going to suffer? My mother is going to scold me. Are you doing this on purpose? You can't be so immoral."

Yuan Qinghe stopped what he was doing, stared intently at Xia Rongliu, and slowly said, "Yes, people can't be immoral, or they'll be struck by lightning!"

Xia Rongliu felt something was off and looked at Yuan Qinghe, saying, "Why do I feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

"Really? No, I don't think so. By the way, are there any boys in your village who often come to play with you?" Yuan Qinghe's tone was as if he were just saying how nice the weather was, but in reality, he was extremely nervous.

"No, I usually play by myself, so I wanted to buy a cat to keep me company. I even urged my mom to give me another baby brother or sister," Xia Rongliu answered honestly.

Yuan Qinghe felt relieved. "Let me tell you, there are plenty of bad boys these days. You can't be fooled. If you see any boy, stay away and don't get too close."

Xia Rongliu rolled her eyes. "Do you even need to tell me? It's not certain who's lying to whom."