After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

"The patriarch and young master have gone out. It seems they have some important business to attend to. Let's not bother them with such trivial matters."

She's just a cook, she's no threat.

Yun Zhao's ears twitched. Seeing that Song Qingyang was getting more and more excited, she suddenly stood up and said, "Second Master, I still have some work to do in the kitchen, so I'll go back first."

"See you later."

"Hey, don't go!"

Yun Zhao vanished in a flash, leaving Song Qingyang with nothing but empty promises.

His face darkened.

"You lot," Song Qingyang roared, "get that girl back here right now!"

The guards looked at each other and ignored him.

It's fine to have some requirements regarding food and drink, but it's better to minimize contact with outsiders.

Seeing that the guards ignored him, Song Qingyang kicked the prison door in anger, but he lost his footing and fell flat on his face.

Every time someone delivered food to Song Qingyang, he would order them around to do something, and some even lost limbs.

There was nothing they could do; after all, they were the lowest-ranking servants in the Song household.

Yun Zhao's safe return caused quite a stir.

The previous food deliveryman asked, "Xiaoyun, didn't Second Master tell you to feed him? He'll beat you if it's even slightly hot?"

Yun Zhao shook his head. "No."

The previous food delivery person asked, "Xiao Yun, didn't Second Master ask you to help him feed his spirit beast?"

Yun Zhao shook his head again, "No."

After several people asked, they were curious about what Yun Zhao had done. Yun Zhao mumbled, "Well, I delivered the food. I didn't do anything else. I also discussed the art of cooking with Second Master."

Everyone: "???"

Why can't they understand what she's saying?

If you don't understand, you don't understand. In order to prevent the kitchen from being short-staffed, Manager Fu made a decisive decision to entrust the task of delivering meals to Yun Zhao, making her specifically responsible for this task.

“Xiaoyun,” Manager Fu said meaningfully, “from now on you will be in charge of this matter. You don’t need to do anything else. Starting today, I will take out one hundred spirit stones from my monthly salary as a raise for you.”

Yun Zhao exclaimed with delight, "Thank you so much, Steward! I'll do my job well!"

The others, seeing Yun Zhao happy, felt both silly and somewhat pleased.

Finally, I don't have to be called upon by the King of Hell anymore.

I hope this girl can persevere a little longer.

Yun Zhao delivered meals to Song Qingyang every day, and each time he would talk to Song Qingyang. Although they didn't talk much, everything he said was to Song Qingyang's liking.

Thus, they gradually became confidants in Song Qingyang's eyes.

"Come, come," Song Qingyang beckoned Yun Zhao into the cell. "It's too awkward with this door in between. Xiao Yun, come in and let's talk."

"This……"

Yun Zhao looked at the guard. "Brother guard, may I go in?"

Song Qingyang said impatiently, "Why ask him? Hurry up and come in. I'm the one who calls the shots."

Yun Zhao remained silent.

Do you even look at where you are now? You're a prisoner, and you're still acting like a big shot?

The guards ignored his words. Song Qingyang got angry, smashed a porcelain bowl, and yelled that if Yun Zhao wasn't allowed in, he would commit suicide!

Left with no other option, the guards opened the door and let Yun Zhao in.

"Come, come, come," Song Qingyang said with a smile. "Xiaoyun, sit down. Tell me again how to make Dongpo pork."

Song Qingyang had few hobbies in his life, but he loved beautiful women, delicious food and wine the most. He enjoyed the beautiful women alone, but the best food and wine were best enjoyed with a close friend.

And Yun Zhao was his confidant.

Yun Zhao sat down and began to speak eloquently. Song Qingyang listened with great interest, wishing she could immediately build a stove and have Yun Zhao cook for her.

"I can't cook it for you in person, but I can still find a way to get you some food."

Yun Zhao smiled mysteriously and lifted one of the food boxes on the table. "I've made it in the kitchen. Please have a taste."

Actually, it was her dictation that Xiao Tong made it. Given her cooking skills, if Song Qingyang ate it, he'd probably turn a close friend into an enemy.

Song Qingyang was so full he couldn't speak, and kept giving a thumbs up.

Yun Zhao found an excuse to talk about some gossip he had heard in the kitchen, all of which were harmless.

While Song Qingyang was in prison, no one spoke to him except Yun Zhao. He listened with great interest and casually mentioned some things he knew.

The eight trigrams are exchanged, it's a matter of reciprocity.

He was talking about gossip among the masters, and Yun Zhao would occasionally gasp in surprise.

"Wow! Really?"

Wow! So that's how it is!

"Wow! That's awesome!"

Each "Wow!" made Song Qingyang's lips curl into a smile, and he spoke with increasing enthusiasm.

Even the guards watching over the prison couldn't help but prick up their ears to listen, occasionally exchanging information with each other, creating a harmonious atmosphere in the prison.

Yun Zhao's eyes gleamed with gossip; no one expected that she was not only listening to gossip, but also gathering information from it.

After listening for a while, she finally found something she needed. Seeing that it was getting late, she said she wanted to go back.

Song Qingyang said reluctantly, "Why go back? I wanted to chat with you all night."

Yun Zhao quickly waved his hand, "No, no, see you later, Second Master."

She admitted that she was the kind of person who would discard someone after they had served their purpose; once she got what she wanted, of course she would run away.

Just now, Yun Zhao deliberately led Song Qingyang to talk about the reason for his arrest, and Song Qingyang was indignant, saying that he had been tricked by the Song family head.

The incriminating evidence he had was genuine, but unfortunately, the Song family head had planted a spy among him. He made a fatal mistake and suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the family head.

Of course, this is the version he embellished.

In reality, all of Song Qingyang's actions were under the control of the Song family head.

And the leverage that Song Qingyang possessed...

It all started with the fact that the Song family would dismiss some people every now and then.

"What does this have to do with them?"

Inside the room, Gu Dinghan couldn't help but ask a question.

“Of course there is a connection,” Yun Zhao frowned. “Song Qingyang said that Song Qinghua cultivates evil arts and needs to absorb people’s vital energy. In order to avoid being discovered by other families, he only absorbs a little from each person.”

"On the surface, it was the Song family master who was being picky, but in reality, those people had all had their life essence drained. In order to prevent them from dying in the Song family, they used the excuse of doing something wrong to drive them out of the Song mansion."

Qi Yan questioned, "Song Qinghua is always cautious. How could he let Song Qingyang know about such an important matter?"

Yun Zhao shrugged. "According to Song Qingyang, it was Song Qinghua who deliberately plotted to harm him."

"I don't know the specifics either. Others just think he's talking nonsense. It seems that Song Qinghua, the head of the family, is quite popular."

“That’s true,” Bai Lingxiao agreed. “Song Qingyang is just a freeloader; how can he compare to Song Qinghua in terms of prestige?”

She chuckled self-deprecatingly, “It’s like the Heavenly Sword Sect. Hu Guichen is an amiable sect leader. If I were to say that he is a hypocrite who took me as his disciple with ulterior motives, no one would believe me.”

"He might even turn the tables and say I'm slandering him."

The group exchanged glances; who could disagree?

To ease the tension, Yun Zhao said with a grin, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I made arrangements before I left. Hu Guichen might be heading in the opposite direction to look for us right now."