Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Duan Yu glanced at Wang Yuyan secretly, then quickly waved his hand and said:

"No need, no need. Mr. Cui and I are only casual acquaintances. It's good that he has fulfilled his wish and left. I'm fine staying here too."

After Duan Yu left with Duan Zhengchun, he discovered that his aunts and his mother were in daily conflict, and his father's face and body were covered with new and old wounds.

Despite being beaten up every day, Duan Yu seemed to enjoy it.

Later, Duan Yu discovered the clues thanks to his profound internal strength.

It turned out that although they would argue during the day, their father would go into each of their rooms at night to comfort them...

Especially Aunt Qin and Aunt Gan, the two women shared a room, and unexpectedly...

Duan Yu, a young man, couldn't possibly stand this.

So he informed his father and stayed in Suzhou. He would often look towards Yanziwu from the dock. He had quite a few precious jades and pendants, all of which were valuable items, so making a living was not a problem.

Little did I expect that this stay would last for half a year...

He thought a lot, unsure how to face his fairy sister and his younger sister.

He is in pain.

But the thought that his fairy sister was actually related to him by blood made him all the more difficult to understand.

He was happy again.

Tormented by this internal struggle, he couldn't sleep all night. Even with the Northern Darkness True Qi, he was still emaciated and looked miserable.

During the meal, he heard that Young Master Murong and his companions were going to Leigu Mountain to attend the Deaf-Mute Master's Precious Chess Game.

Duan Yu exclaimed "Ah!" He had heard his father and uncle mention the name "Mr. Deaf-Mute" in Dali before. He knew that Mr. Deaf-Mute was a senior martial arts master in the Central Plains. Although he was deaf and mute, he was said to have very high martial arts skills. His uncle, Emperor Baoding, spoke of him with great respect.

Duan Yu was also a Go master, which gave him even more reason to go along.

Seeing his appearance, Bao Butong had long wanted to send him away, but considering his brother-in-law's status as the prince of Dali, he felt that the young master might keep him to curry favor with Dali, or to maintain proper etiquette, and therefore it was inconvenient to expel him.

Bao Butong got angrier and angrier, and ended up eating until he was full of anger.

Murong Fu arranged for them to visit the night market again tonight and set off early tomorrow morning.

Wang Yuyan and the others were naturally pleased, especially Zhong Ling, who was overjoyed.

Thinking back to more than half a year ago, after being rescued by Murong Fu and arriving in Suzhou, Murong Fu took her to stroll through the night market and bought her many sugar figurines, clay figurines, gold hairpins, jade hairpins...

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, but more things have happened in these six months than in the previous half of his life. Now, returning to this old place, he feels as if he has lived through another world.

Suddenly, the little girl Zhong Ling also felt a little sentimental, but more than that, she was excited.

He hoped that Murong Fu would take her out for snacks, buy her hairpins, and watch a grand opera, just like last time.

As expected, Murong Fu led the group through the market that evening, showing them the new and interesting things.

Duan Yu trailed far behind the others, watching Wang Yuyan's hairpins tremble slightly with laughter, A'Zhu and A'Bi holding lanterns that made their cheeks blush, Zhong Ling tugging at Murong Fu's sleeve as they weaved through the various stalls, her little mouth chattering away, and Mu Wanqing...

Duan Yu felt as if a huge boulder had been pressed on his chest. Although he had eaten a lot of sweet Suzhou dishes, they now tasted sour and bitter.

But he had to remind himself;

"Duan Yu, Duan Yu, those are all your sisters. They've found good partners; you should be happy for them."

But then he thought again, as the older brother, how could he be happy to see his younger sisters attracted to a man?

Thinking back, Duan Yu realized that his anger stemmed from his brother's perspective, rather than from jealousy as a man, which made him feel much more justified.

If Murong Fu knew what he was thinking, he would surely exclaim: "A simp is really awesome."

As night fell, everyone returned to the inn, and Duan Yu suffered again.

Because of his profound internal strength, even through the room, faint sounds could be heard coming from Murong Fu's room.

It turned out that Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan were pouring out their hearts to each other.

The two were about to begin learning Sanskrit when Murong Fu suddenly sensed something and deliberately coughed lightly. The sound, though two rooms apart, made Duan Yu uneasy, and he dared not listen any longer.

When Duan Yu was learning Sanskrit, his gums vibrated, which was transmitted through the wooden board. Even though he was absent-minded, he could still feel this slight vibration, which made him even more painful.

Finally, half an hour later, Murong Fu finished his Sanskrit lesson.

Duan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he could finally get a good night's sleep, but to his surprise, Murong Fu, just like his father Duan Zhengchun, came out of one room and went into another.

Duan Yu overheard Murong Fu and his sister A'Zhu laughing and joking, which nearly drove him to madness several times, causing him to weep with his head in his hands.

But he knew that both his sister Wang Yuyan and A'Zhu were Murong Fu's lawfully wedded wives, and the rites they performed were in accordance with the way of the sages.

Duan Yu couldn't take it anymore, so he used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to run around an unnamed small lake a few times.

Soaked in sweat, I blew some air into the room and felt better. I then bought three more jin of liquor and started drinking.

Upon returning, they saw Murong Fu coming out of A'Zhu's room. Murong Fu smiled at Duan Yu, and Duan Yu cried at Murong Fu.

Just when Duan Yu thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, he saw Murong Fu knock on Zhong Ling's door and go inside to learn snake-handling techniques...

Then Duan Yu remembered Mu Wanqing, with whom he had once pledged his life to someone, but who turned out to be his own younger sister.

"Will Young Master Murong be going to her room soon?"

Duan Yu felt his heart had died, but after waiting all night, Murong Fu still didn't push open Mu Wanqing's door.

Everyone got up, washed, and tidied up by morning.

Duan Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, having survived the darkest night.

Duan Yu had a smooth and successful first nineteen years, but in this past year, he found himself constantly experiencing his darkest moments, each one darker than the last...

We were already at rock bottom, but then we found a basement, and below that, hell...

I got up and washed my face before realizing that I hadn't slept all night.

He felt annoyed again. Why didn't he go find Mu Wanqing? He made him wait all night for nothing.

The group had already started eating breakfast, and the two luxurious carriages prepared by Murong Fu were already parked downstairs.

After breakfast, everyone boarded the carriage one after another. Murong Fu's wives, Mu Wanqing and other female relatives, and maids such as Youcao and Xiaoming all boarded the same carriage.

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were about to get into another carriage, and Duan Yu watched them eagerly as they boarded, but Bao Butong pulled him to the carriage behind them.

Seeing that Duan Yu was distracted, Bao Butong said:

"Brother-in-law, our car is so much better. It's so big, and only the three of us can fit in. It's so spacious, we could even lie down."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yu could only give an awkward smile.

But his thoughts drifted to another carriage. He wanted to question Murong Fu: having already married the fairy-like sister and the beautiful A'Zhu, why did he still want to find his own Zhong Ling?

Why didn't you look for Mu Wanqing again last night...?

Upon realizing this, Duan Yu knew he was probably ill; why was he having so many strange thoughts?

"Duan Yu, Duan Yu, what's wrong with you? How could you come up with such a strange idea?"

Along the way, everyone enjoyed sightseeing, and even Feng Bo'e, who usually had no interest in such things, was all smiles.

Only Duan Yu, like a wandering ghost, trailed behind a group of living people.

A few days later, the group arrived at Leigushan at the agreed time.