I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Then thank you for your guidance." Lin Taiyin smiled lightly, and was then surrounded by the burly men who had been following him closely.

For some reason, Fan Zhiyi felt that Lin Taiyin was somewhat like a caged bird, and a sense of sympathy arose in him.

Bing Nandong closed the door and said, "I'm going out for a bit. I'd like to trouble you to check the heat for me."

Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong was probably going to visit the place where Lin Taiyin had lived. He didn't understand what they were doing and couldn't help, so he could only nod.

Bing Nandong didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked at Fan Zhiyi for a few more seconds and then said, "I'll explain to you when I get back."

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Fan Zhiyi then returned to the kitchen, feeling rather uninterested. He thought that if the vase had already been disposed of, then Bing Nandong wouldn't be able to find any clues at all, or perhaps they were overthinking it and there were no clues about the vase at all.

Fan Zhiyi disliked waiting; he was always waiting.

After taking a quick look around the kitchen, he picked up the cat toy and went to the yard to play with Xiao Hei.

The weather is unpredictable. For example, yesterday there was a strong wind and a little rain, but today it has turned into a sunny day with a high temperature, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Oh right, since he and Bingnan Dong both went out to train later, what will happen to Xiao Hei? We need to prepare food and other necessities for Xiao Hei.

Sigh, he also wants to be a carefree little kitten; he would be so happy.

Fan Zhiyi raised the cat toy high. His legs were getting a little numb from squatting, so he stood up with the cat toy in his hand. Xiao Hei leaped up nimbly but missed the cat toy, which amused Fan Zhiyi.

Xiao Hei then turned its rear end towards Fan Zhiyi, and then jumped onto the chair where Fan Zhiyi often sat and sunbathed. It curled up into a ball, its tail swaying back and forth, looking very content.

Fan Zhiyi stretched and went to the kitchen. He had no sense of time and felt that Bing Nandong had been gone for a long time. So long that Fan Zhiyi went to get a book and read it until he got sleepy.

When Bing Nandong returned to the kitchen, he found Fan Zhiyi casually leaning against the table, holding a book in his hand. Steam was rising from the pot, and he could already smell the aroma, as well as the strong, pungent spiciness.

Bing Nandong opened both kitchen windows completely: "Don't you feel the stench?"

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi was startled back to his senses by the sound.

Bing Nandong walked over and looked at his book: "This book is upside down?"

Fan Zhiyi then looked down at the book in his hand and was immediately embarrassed. He realized that he had been holding the book upside down, but he had insisted on saving face: "That's right, you don't understand. This book is meant to be read upside down to discover its wonders."

"I really don't understand."

Fan Zhiyi didn't want to banter with him. More than that, he wanted to know if Bing Nandong had gained anything, but he didn't necessarily want to tell him anyway.

Fan Zhiyi didn't ask, but Bing Nandong knew perfectly well what was going on. Without keeping Fan Zhiyi in suspense, he met his eyes and told him what he had found: "I did find a broken vase in the room, and there were words written inside."

As he spoke, Bing Nandong took out one of the fragments and showed it to him: "Lin Taiyin is not as idle as he seems on the surface. From when you and I first met him at Zuixianglou, to when you and Zhuang Yujing followed him into the venue, and then to when he led me onto the stage, it was all his doing."

Fan Zhiyi was stunned: "You even know how Zhuang Yujing and I got in?"

Bing Nandong opened his hand, revealing a tiny talisman in his palm: "This talisman is specifically designed for tracking; once it comes into contact with a target, it will stick to that target and become invisible."

"This one……"

“It was the moment I caught him during the competition,” Bing Nandong said. “He said, ‘You two are quite interesting.’”

Bing Nandong's eyes darkened, and Fan Zhiyi instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

So what Bing Nandong was actually warning Lin Taiyin just now was not to involve him and Zhuang Yujing in matters related to the Ghost Gate.

Fan Zhiyi tentatively reached for the fragment that Bing Nandong was holding, and seeing that Bing Nandong did not refuse, he then picked it up and examined it thoroughly.

The protruding side of this fragment features ink and blue-and-white porcelain, while the recessed side has small, dark red characters that are easily overlooked if one is not paying attention.

However, only a few words were written on this piece.

Bing Nandong explained, "It broke into many pieces. Some pieces had writing on them, and some didn't, so I brought them all back first, and I'll put them back together later."

"Are you sure you can tell me these things?" You were so secretive before.

“Things related to the Ghost Gate are becoming increasingly dangerous. If I don’t tell you, and you and Zhuang Yujing go off to investigate on your own, what if something goes wrong? It’s better for me to tell you directly. But Fan Zhiyi, don’t tell Zhuang Yujing, otherwise, knowing his temperament, he won’t stop until he causes a huge uproar, which is not a good thing for Jiu Wanli.”

Fan Zhiyi returned the fragment to him: "I understand. What was the sentence Lin Taiyin said to you before he left?"

"Looking forward to working with me."

"Ok?"

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and said clearly, "This is what he told me."

Looking forward to collaborating with Bing Nandong? Fan Zhiyi was puzzled. Before he could speak, Bing Nandong lifted the lid of his steamer: "I don't know exactly what he meant either. The answer should be in these fragments."

"Sigh, even sending a message has to be done in such a roundabout way. Why do you think he's doing this? And those people following him don't seem like just bodyguards. I can't quite put my finger on it..."

While Fan Zhiyi was still pondering Lin Taiyin's matter, Bing Nandong had already washed his hands, placed a pastry on a plate, and put it in front of Fan Zhiyi.

The pastry was bouncy and chewy, shaped like a rabbit, and swayed up and down with Bing Nandong's movements.

While demonstrating, Bing Nandong said, "I don't know the specifics either. The Lin family has strict family rules. Lin Taiyin is the only child of the main branch of the Lin family and one of the candidates for the Ghost Gate. Apart from that, I don't know anything else."

Fan Zhiyi's gaze was instantly drawn to the pastries, his pupils following their contours up and down: "Then it seems we can only piece the fragments together to find out what information Lin Taiyin is trying to convey. You candidates are always so mysterious."

"Because the matter of the Ghost Gate is indeed special." Bing Nandong handed the spoon to Fan Zhiyi.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Fan Zhiyi took a bite, then widened his eyes and gave Bing Nandong a thumbs up, praising him repeatedly. He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong couldn't help but chuckle, then cleared her throat and deliberately suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up: "I happened to see how to make this pastry, and thought I'd give it a try. It seems to be pretty good."