I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi replied sincerely, "I don't know either."

Zhuang Yujing clearly didn't believe it: "How is that possible?"

"Why is it impossible? Do you need a reason to save someone? As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Fan Zhiyi said with heartache, "I know I did many bad things in the past, but people can always change. One night, I suddenly dreamed of an ethereal old man descending upon me. He said he was an immortal from Penglai, and that I had great potential for immortality, boundless blessings, abundant wealth, and would become a rich man, but..."

Changing the subject, Fan Zhiyi said, "The immortal admonished me to always do good, especially towards Bing Nandong. After being awakened, I deeply regretted my actions and decided to repent and start anew!"

"I don't believe it." Zhuang Yujing yawned lazily, staring at Fan Zhiyi. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"It's true!" Yes, yes, why is it so hard to fool me all of a sudden?

Sigh, I should have gone with Bingnan Dong. Anyway, there's always a way to solve problems like recovering from injuries, and it doesn't necessarily have to be in Jiuwanli.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Fan Zhiyi was feeling dizzy and a bit hungry, and wanted to end the conversation quickly: "In short, although it's hard to believe, I really don't intend to hurt Bing Nandong right now, I can swear that."

Zhuang Yujing crossed her legs, propped her elbows on her knees, and tapped her head with her fan as if to say, "That's not the most important thing anymore. The important thing is why Bing Nandong saved you like that. Could he really have fallen for you?"

Ayu: "!"

He An: "..."

"...Young Master, do you often read novels? No, it's just, uh, how do you say it again, storybooks?" Fan Zhiyi asked.

Zhuang Yujing snorted: "I have too many things to do, why would I watch such boring things?"

"Then go ask Bing Nandong yourself, I'm hungry."

Then Fan Zhiyi received one meat dish and two vegetable dishes, but the price was that he had to continue to be interrogated by Zhuang Yujing: "Next question, you screamed like a pig being slaughtered when you were being treated. Do you know what people outside are saying about us now?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." I just want to focus on cooking.

"In short, write a clarification stating that we at Jiuwanli will not mistreat prisoners of war, and then I will have it distributed."

"Row."

"There's one more thing."

"Oh."

Zhuang Yujing was enraged by his attitude: "Can't you be serious?"

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself that he was eating, living, and wearing other people's clothes, and since he was under their roof, he had no choice but to bow his head. He smiled and said, "Please go ahead."

What makes your blood different?

Fan Zhiyi paused, and when he looked up, Zhuang Yujing was leaning forward slightly, in a very imposing posture. He had suppressed his smile, and his pupils were deep. He had seen this kind of deepness in Bing Nandong's eyes before.

Pretending to be stupid wouldn't work anymore, so Fan Zhiyi put down his chopsticks, sat up straight, and asked seriously, "What do you mean?"

"Last time you said you'd get rid of everything stained with your blood, I didn't take it seriously, but not long after, we were attacked by evil spirits. Thinking about it carefully, there must be a reason behind it."

"Young Master, it's just a coincidence. This has nothing to do with me. I just felt that Xue Xiuniang was so attentive to me, and the scent of my things might attract her here, so I said that."

"Do you think I'm stupid? If you don't tell the truth, I'll torture you." Zhuang Yujing said, whistling maliciously.

The escaped cat flipped back through the window and jumped onto Zhuang Yujing without any warning. Zhuang Yujing stroked its fur triumphantly and looked at Fan Zhiyi defiantly.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to imprison it nine thousand miles away and cut back on its cat food!"

Fan Zhiyi: "...Alright then."

In the end, Zhuang Yujing left in a huff, and he didn't forget to have his men remove his chair.

Fan Zhiyi lost his beloved cat and felt his life was miserable, so he could only lie on the bed and pretend to be dead.

Before leaving, He An looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopped. He opened his mouth several times but said nothing, and then closed the door for him.

Fan Zhiyi felt something was off. What was wrong with He An? Wasn't he like Zhuang Yujing, always wanting to say what he wanted to say?

After everyone left, A-Yu immediately covered her face and asked excitedly, "What exactly is your relationship with Bing Nan Dong?"

"It's nothing."

"Tell me, tell me, I'm not an outsider."

Unable to resist the persistent pestering, Fan Zhiyi replied perfunctorily, "Two poor souls bound by marriage."

Ayu nodded: "I understand, marriage first, love later."

Fan Zhiyi sat up abruptly and stared at her: "You don't understand."

"I know."

Fan Zhiyi was tired and couldn't reason with him: "Go play by yourself, but be careful not to get confiscated."

“The people of Jiuwanli are all so nice.” Ayu simply sat down by the window. “That young master is hilarious too, hahaha. Oh right, I haven’t finished telling you yet. Bing Nandong was helping me find my ashes, right? And guess what? He dug with a hoe and found nothing but bones and pottery jars underneath. The yin energy was extremely heavy, so for the sake of the bigger picture, they decided to demolish the Xue residence.”

Fan Zhiyi gave a perfunctory "hmm," showing no interest in it. He was too tired and didn't want to hear anything related to ghosts lately. He was just a hypocrite; he was fed up with it.

The weather was nice in the afternoon. After eating, taking his medicine, and changing his wound dressing, Fan Zhiyi wanted to take a short walk around Jiuwanli.

I thought he would be grounded, but he wasn't.

Along the way, everyone passing by seemed to be in a hurry. Fan Zhiyi thought that everyone was busy, and it was good that they were busy. But when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of He An, who was sneaking around behind a pillar and hadn't had time to hide properly.

Fan Zhiyi: "...?" Zhuang Yujing sent him to monitor him, afraid that he would spy on some intelligence? Let them monitor him, they can rest assured, I can rest assured, it's a win-win situation.

Fan Zhiyi was craving the pastries he had eaten last time, so when the girl who delivered the food came, he stopped her, gestured, and expressed his request.

At first, the other party didn't want to talk to Fan Zhiyi at all because he was from the Tianyun Sect. However, Fan Zhiyi was sweet-talking and shameless. With the soul of a twenty-something-year-old boy wearing the innocent face of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, he shamelessly called her "sister" and the girl agreed.

Not long after, Zhuang Yujing arrived and warned him not to shake the morale of the Jiuwanli army. He was not as easily fooled as Bing Nandong, and if he did not tell the truth, he would not be eating any pastries.

Okay, then I won't eat it.

With A-Yu by his side, he wasn't bored at all. To be honest, Fan Zhiyi quite liked this retirement life. After dinner, he went for a walk and saw some elderly women in the kitchen chatting and preparing vegetables outside. Somehow, they started chatting together.