Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

This morning, the heavy snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped.

The sky remained shrouded in thick clouds.

But the sparse sunlight stubbornly pierced through layers of clouds and mist, sprinkling down from above like fine gold dust onto the earth.

Fu Ju looked solemnly at Yun Jie and Yue Di before him and solemnly instructed them: "From now on, you must serve Miss Fang wholeheartedly and treat her as your most important person. If she suffers even the slightest harm, you will answer to me with your heads!"

Upon hearing this stern order, Yun Jie and Yue Di dared not be negligent in the slightest.

They quickly made a unified movement, kneeling on one knee and saying in unison, "Please rest assured, my lord, we will risk our lives to protect Miss Fang!"

At this moment, Fang Yu, who was standing to the side, slightly raised his hand, indicating to Fu Ju that he wanted to have a few words with him alone.

Seeing this, Fu Ju nodded and followed Fang Yu to a place a little further away.

Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, pondering whether or not she should bring it up.

However, after some struggle, she finally decided to speak frankly.

She took a deep breath: "If you really have some free time, you might as well come back. As for Xin'er, I think it's best if you explain things to her yourself..."

Fang Yu paused at this point, seemingly considering her words.

She continued softly, "This request might be a little difficult for you. But you know perfectly well how much Xin'er loves you. As her older sister, I just don't want to see her sad."

After saying these words, Fang Yu sighed softly and said no more.

Fuju stood there, his hands behind his back clenching quietly.

And what he clutched tightly in his hand was the hairpin he had bought back then.

Ever since he bought the hairpin, he had kept it carefully hidden by his side, but he never had the chance to give it away.

Since leaving Qingshan City, the image of that person who haunted his dreams has been constantly flashing through his mind.

Whether during busy government affairs or when I can't fall asleep in the quiet of the night, that beautiful figure always involuntarily appears before my eyes.

Although the Kingdom of Chi has gone through a lot of hardships and dangers, it has finally managed to stabilize.

But beneath this seemingly calm surface, no one can know for sure how many unknown and unpredictable events are lurking.

Fu Ju stood there quietly for a long, long time.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded heavily and said softly, "Yes, I understand."

Fang Yu had already gracefully stepped onto the carriage.

She turned and waved with a smile to the lady outside the carriage, saying softly, "It's freezing cold, Madam, please go back quickly."

Then, she turned her gaze to the crowd of onlookers and said in a gentle tone, "Everyone should hurry home."

As the coachman cracked his whip, the carriage slowly drove away from the city gate.

Fu Zi and his wife did not turn around and leave immediately, and the people gathered there remained standing in place, not one of them moving an inch.

Perhaps only under the rule of a ruler like Fu Ju, who enjoys the hearts of the people, can the entire Chi Kingdom truly achieve unity of purpose and concerted efforts.

Fang Yu, sitting inside the carriage, gradually felt quite tired, not knowing how long the carriage had been traveling.

She gently gestured to the cloud steps beside her to stop the carriage.

Yun Jie, though a guard, was a woman.

He took meticulous care of Fang Yu in every way.

If it weren't for the long sword tucked at her waist that revealed her identity, no one would have associated her with a guard; they would have thought she was just an ordinary little maid.

As the carriage gradually drove out of the city, the snow on both sides of the road became thinner and thinner.

Fang Yu lightly jumped off the carriage, her gaze falling on the bare forest in front of her.

Without hesitation, she lifted her foot and strode inside. Yun Jie followed silently behind her like a shadow.

Not long after walking, Fang Yu found a rock and sat down leisurely.

She first casually glanced around, then turned to look at Yun Jie and whispered, "Go and call Yue Di here."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jie's face showed a slight hint of surprise, but she quickly recovered. She nodded gently and replied, "Yes, Miss Fang."

Before long, Yue Di arrived in a hurry.

However, before he could even speak, the teacup in Fang Yu's hand shot towards him like lightning! The speed was so fast that Yue Di had no time to react at all.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu flashed and instantly closed in on Yue Di, his moves fierce, each one containing deadly intent.

Faced with such a fierce offensive, Moon and Earth seemed somewhat flustered and could only desperately defend themselves, and for a time they were at a disadvantage.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, Yun Jie, who was watching from the sidelines, quietly tightened his grip on his long sword.

Her cold eyes were fixed on the situation on the field, as if they would attack the Moon and Earth together at any moment.

At this critical moment, Fang Yu unleashed his final palm strike, the wind whistling past as it struck the target with deadly force.

At the same time, her lightning-fast fingertips lightly brushed past Yue Di's temple.

With a soft tearing sound, a piece of human skin mask was ripped off.

When Yun Jie saw the true face hidden behind the mask, his eyes widened in shock and anger.

Without hesitation, she drew her longsword from her waist, its blade gleaming coldly, pointing it directly at her opponent, and demanded angrily, "Where did Yue Di go?"

Xin Fujiyan rubbed his shoulder, which had almost been shattered by Fang Yu's palm strike, looking rather disheveled and wincing in pain.

He glanced at Yun Jie furtively, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't be impulsive, he's fine, I just knocked him unconscious."

However, Yun Jie was already consumed by rage and wouldn't listen to any explanation.

"I'll kill you!" Yun Jie roared, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands. He swung the sword forward and sent it flying toward Xin Fujiyan.

Faced with such a swift attack, Xin Fujiyan was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

The sharp blade grazed the hem of his clothes, creating a gust of wind.

While dodging left and right, avoiding the successive attacks from Yun Jie, he looked at Fang Yu with pleading eyes.

Fang Yu waved his hand dismissively, his face showing an expression of indifference and helplessness.