A master of metaphysics is farming.

I strolled around the streets for an hour and bought everything I needed.

Xiang He looked at the carriage in the distance. The carriage was dressed neatly in light-colored clothes and kept looking around, as if it were waiting for someone.

"Oh, Miss Zeng, you've arrived so early."

Jiang Xinyue was carrying two bolts of cloth, which Xiang He had bought. She insisted on coming along to see what was going on, so they couldn't force her to go back. They had no choice but to let her come.

However, when Zeng Yunqing saw her, his excited gaze turned evasive. How could Jiang Xinyue not guess?

She immediately gave up on the idea. "I'd better go back first. If you're still not back by tomorrow, come to Chunfenglou. You haven't had a proper taste of the pearl duck from last time."

"talk later."

Xiang He took the cloth from her hand, watched her leave, and then led Zeng Yunqing through the back door into the backyard of the private school.

Zeng Yunqing was slightly surprised to see her so familiar with the place. "I heard Grandpa mention it this morning. It turns out that the person with Mr. He this morning was Miss Xiang."

“Oh… I did go to the county government office with you this morning.”

The two were not very familiar with each other, and Zeng Yunqing was still feeling guilty because of the slap she received that morning.

Silently following Xiang He to a door, she stood outside waiting, looking at the not-so-remarkable scenery in the courtyard, and remembered that she had been here before.

She brought her younger brother here to observe the private school, but she never expected that he would come here today with something else on his mind.

"Miss Zeng?"

A voice came from beside her ear, and Zeng Yunqing's body trembled. She turned her head and saw a woman carrying a bucket of water walking over.

Zeng Yunqing quickly curtsied, "I...I came with Miss Xiang..."

The person who came was an old lady from the kitchen. "It's my fault for being so abrupt. I've come to fill the backyard with water."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

Zeng Yunqing occasionally glanced into the room, looking somewhat uneasy.

The old woman didn't say anything, but carried the bucket to the small room in the backyard. This backyard was where women lived, and they would boil water to bathe in the small room at night.

Although the imperial court forbade women from entering the palace, there were quite a few educated women, most of whom wanted to compete for a position as a female official in the harem.

However, the female officials in the harem were all daughters of court officials.

When Xiang He came out, she saw Zeng Yunqing clutching her skirt, looking lost and helpless.

"Miss Zeng, please come with me."

Hearing Xiang He's voice, Zeng Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed, "You, you can just call me Yunqing..."

"Okay, how long has this been going on? Are you trying to kill yourself to see him now?"

Zeng Yunqing was surprised by her directness and became even more uneasy, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Seeing that she didn't reply, Xiang He wasn't in a hurry. He led her to the bamboo forest behind the mountain. There was an open space in the forest, which was the place where she first saw the reflection of the moon in the mirror that night.

Xiang He sat down first, and Zeng Yunqing hesitated for a moment before sitting down.

The two sat facing each other, with Xiang He's hands resting on the stone table. "Let me ask you this: what are your plans now?"

She tightened her grip on the question, stammering and unsure how to answer.

Faced with this situation, Xiang He was at a loss, but since it was her who had come looking for her, she had to find out the reason and resolve her inner conflict.

Xiang He felt rather helpless. "You want to see him?"

When "him" was mentioned, Zeng Yunqing's eyes lit up, but in an instant, she lowered her head with a bitter expression.

"I...!" Xiang He sighed, "Miss Zeng, what exactly do you want to do..."

She wouldn't answer any questions, and wouldn't accept anything offered to her. Xiang He really didn't know what to do with her...

Perhaps seeing Xiang He's growing impatience, Zeng Yunqing nodded vigorously, "I...I want to see him..."

Xiang He rolled her eyes countless times in her heart, but finally gave in, forming a hand seal on the table, "Rain and dew melt into the earth, the yin sky turns into dust, yin and yang transform and conceal itself..."

As her words gradually blended together, the orange-red hue in the bamboo forest vanished instantly, leaving behind a somber scene.

The sun at the end of Shen Shi (3-5 PM) is not something ordinary ghosts can withstand, so she could only temporarily hide a patch of yang energy.

He tilted his head slightly to look at a certain spot in the bamboo forest, "Come out, you won't die of the sun now."

Zeng Yunqing was startled and looked over. Her eyes were filled with hope, and her hands were clasped together on her knees. She looked very nervous.

It's like seeing your lover...

Xiang He waved in that direction again, "Don't worry, I won't catch ghosts easily."

The shadowy figure in the deep forest flickered, then drifted over a few feet in a moment, as if testing the waters. After pausing for a moment and seeing that Xiang He really didn't make a move, it drifted over with peace of mind.

As he approached, his true form gradually became clearer. He wore a gray-blue robe and had a handsome and upright appearance, looking like a virtuous gentleman.

But those heterochromatic eyes made her feel very uncomfortable.

The man clasped his hands in front of him and bowed, saying, "This humble one, Zhang Rumin, greets... Daoist Master."

Xiang He waved casually, "Hello."

The male ghost was slightly taken aback, unsure of what to say for a moment. Zeng Yunqing, on the other hand, lowered her head shyly, saying, "Young Master Zhang, you are very polite..."

"Greetings, Miss Zeng."

One woman shyly veils her face, while the other smiles demurely. If others were to see them, they would surely say they are a perfect couple.

Xiang He coughed lightly, and the two of them turned their faces away at the same time.

She was speechless. She tapped her finger lightly on the table. "Humans and ghosts are different. It's absolutely impossible for them to be together. What are you planning to do now?"

The human and the ghost remained silent. Zeng Yunqing knew this would happen, and she was even less inclined to speak.

After a long silence, Zhang Rumin clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with heartache, and said, "Daoist Master, it is I who have delayed Miss Zeng. I will not appear in front of Miss Zeng again."

This makes it sound like Xiang He is at fault.

She looked up speechlessly, but Zeng Yunqing grabbed her hand. Glancing sideways, she saw that Zeng Yunqing's eyes were moist, filled with a humble plea, "Please, please don't hurt him, young lady..."

Xiang He looked helpless. "I didn't say I was going to do anything to him, but a relationship between a human and a ghost is really not good. If he stays by your side, your vital energy will be damaged, which is bad for your health."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Yunqing looked dejected, clearly deeply in love and unable to extricate herself.

Xiang He was very curious about how the two of them met.

"How did you two meet?"

Zeng Yunqing blushed deeply, "Paper, paper to express feelings, words to convey longing..."

"Oh..." Xiang He twitched the corner of her mouth, "So, he, a ghost, went to your house, and even discussed literature with you, and then you hit it off?"

Such a direct statement made the young lady blush slightly.

Xiang He looked up at Zhang Rumin, who had a smile on his face and a hint of reserve in his eyes. The gentle smile made his features less sharp.

But Xiang He frowned and glanced at Zeng Yunqing, "You jumped into the river to be with him?"

Zeng Yunqing clenched her hands, "Mmm..."

Speechless, Xiang Hedu could no longer vent his frustration. "For this ghost, you abandoned your humanity and your family, disregarding the loved ones who cared for you, and went to your death. You've lived a carefree life, but what about your family?"

How love-obsessed are you to so easily die for what you call love...?

Xiang He sighed, while Zeng Yunqing lowered her head, making her expression unreadable.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "My family doesn't care about me at all..."