They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Sima Lingchuan's eyes were tired, and he was clearly forcing himself to stay awake. At this moment, the roosters outside were crowing. Wu Ziyan blinked her tired and sore eyes, gritted her teeth, and knew that she was a woman who had to support her family and couldn't afford to be tired!

"You two take a nap, I'm going out for a bit." Wu Ziyan patted their shoulders and walked out of the room.

By this time, some servants who were sweeping the courtyard had already gotten up. Wu Ziyan walked towards the kitchen, and the male cooks bowed and said, "Fourth Princess, how can you come to the kitchen!"

"You don't need to be so reserved. I'm going to grind some soy milk, add red beans, soybeans, black beans, and white fungus, and boil the liquid."

Although she was doing it herself, she still had to order people around. She sat on a stool and directed the work, making the male cooks do everything from grinding to filtering. Wu Ziyan stared at the male cooks in a daze, never expecting that the servants in her household were all so good-looking.

But none of them could compare to Sima Lingchuan. Seeing that the soy milk had been ground, she made a vegetarian bun filling, leaving everyone dumbfounded. It was already strange enough that she got up early to direct them to grind soy milk, but she actually made the bun filling herself. This was truly bizarre!

"Why are you all staring at me like that? Are you done with your work?" The people quickly lowered their heads and continued with their tasks.

Seeing that Sima Lingchuan was asleep on the table, Mo Baiyun also sneaked out of the room. After all, he was still a member of an assassination organization and had to complete his mission, otherwise his superiors would become suspicious.

Two hours later, Wu Ziyan also took a nap on a small stool in the kitchen. She was eventually woken up by the aroma of breakfast, which included a few side dishes, a steamer of steamed buns, and three bowls of soy milk. It was another wonderful day.

Wu Ziyan carried the tray herself without anyone following her, and by this time she was no longer sleepy at all.

Mo Baiyun also completed the task in the two hours. Fortunately, no blood was spilled this time. While Wu Ziyan was still turning the corner of the corridor, he heard footsteps and quickly returned to his room, pretending to be asleep.

Wu Ziyan held the tray in both hands and gently kicked the door open with a light kick. She placed the tray on the other table and whispered, "Get up, Xiaoyun'er, you must be exhausted."

Mo Baiyun didn't react. Wu Ziyan walked to his side and whispered in his ear, "I can smell it. Stop pretending."

Mo Baiyun's lips curled up, and she opened her eyes, which were bright and alert. At this moment, they were very close. Mo Baiyun really wanted to kiss her face, but she clenched her fists and held back. She teased, "Master, are you trying to take advantage of me while I'm asleep? Your husband is right across from you. You're really bold."

Wu Ziyan tapped his forehead, then shook Sima Lingchuan's shoulder gently, saying, "Lingchuan, get up and have breakfast."

Mo Baiyun pouted, because Wu Ziyan had never been so gentle with him before. He walked over, picked up a bowl of soy milk, took a sip, smacked his lips, and then took a big gulp: "It's so delicious."

"Hey, family members should eat together. What kind of talk is that?" Wu Ziyan frowned, pretending to be angry.

Mo Baiyun kept the word "family" in his heart. He was suddenly at a loss and put down his bowl like a wronged child: "I'm hungry."

Sima Lingchuan straightened his sleeves and hair, sat down quietly, and chewed slowly. Compared to Wu Ziyan and Mo Baiyun, he was the complete opposite. He took big gulps of food and then patted his bulging belly with satisfaction.

"Little Yun'er, how can you imitate Ziyan? You are a man, you must have proper manners and posture!" Sima Lingchuan began his lecture.

“Lingchuan, Lingchuan, you used to say he was still a child. Look at him now, you can’t control him anymore.” Wu Ziyan said with a smile.

"It's all because of you that Xiaoyun'er has been corrupted." Sima Lingchuan rubbed his forehead, as if he were Xiaoyun'er's father. Mo Baiyun's eyes revealed a sincere smile. The two people in front of him were treating him with their whole heart.

"I was wrong, Master Husband. How about I sit like this? Do you think it's right?" Mo Baiyun stood with her feet together, hands on her knees, back straight, and eyes looking directly at him. Sima Lingchuan didn't know what to say.

Wu Ziyan stood up, refusing to joke around, and stretched his limbs: "Lingchuan, we need to go out and do some serious business."

"Alright, you and Xiaoyun'er go ahead, I'll take care of the manor."

Mo Baiyun followed Wu Ziyan, carrying the box of goods out. Sima Lingchuan looked at his fingers and then said, "I want to go with you too."

Wu Ziyan turned around and smiled: "Alright, you'd better hurry up, Xiao Yun'er and I are waiting for you in the carriage."

Sima Lingchuan tidied up, found her clothes for going out, but still had the ebony hairpin in her hair, and quickly followed Wu Ziyan and the others.

They sat in the carriage, chatting and laughing. Before long, they arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion. The three of them got out of the carriage, explained their purpose, presented a new product, and asked if they wanted to come along. Changsun Bozong declined and teased, "Your husband is so handsome. He's become even more charming since I last saw him."

"Big brother, you're joking. I'm not as pretty as you."

They then left and went to various residences. Sima Lingchuan also began to help. The three of them always learned something from each other.

When he came to his senses, he realized that Wu Ziyan was right. He couldn't stay in the mansion all the time; he had to go out and move around. After being away from the mansion for so long, the streets outside felt a bit different.

Wu Ziyan joked, "Lingchuan, you look like a child going out to buy candy for the first time."

"Ziyan, I... I was rude." His expression immediately turned embarrassed.

"It's just me and Xiaoyun'er here, what are you afraid of? You haven't left the manor for a long time, you must be feeling cooped up. After you're done, go for a walk with Xiaoyun'er." Wu Ziyan genuinely wanted him to leave the inner courtyard.

"Master, you have to give us money." Mo Baiyun stretched out his hand in front of Wu Ziyan.

Wu Ziyan slapped Mo Baiyun's hand: "Dream on."

"Ziyan, is there something you need?"

"Haha, I do have some matters to attend to. I need to make a personal trip to the Han residence."

"You probably have your eye on that young master from the Han family, and you're just trying to get rid of us, aren't you?" Mo Baiyun said with a grin, deliberately speaking to Sima Lingchuan.

"Hey! You're asking for it. Am I the master? Are you the master? I have important business to attend to. You guys relax and wait for me at the restaurant near Baixiang Pavilion."

"Ziyan, you go ahead. Xiaoyun and I will have a good look around too." But there was still a hint of sadness in his expression. Perhaps he really took Mo Baiyun's words to heart.

Wu Ziyan rolled her eyes at Mo Baiyun, oblivious to Sima Lingchuan's subtle emotions, implying, "Look at her!" Mo Baiyun returned the eye roll.

After delivering the last order, Wu Ziyan got off the carriage by the street. Not wanting to arrive empty-handed, he prepared to buy some food. Just then, a horse-drawn carriage sped towards them.