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Biyao smiled even more happily, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

She took the large bunch of candied hawthorns from his arms, kept only one for herself, and stuffed the rest back into his arms.

"Eat slowly. It's all yours."

Jiang Xiaochuan held the candied hawthorn, nodded, and began to eat it very seriously.

After eating one skewer, I felt a bit greasy, so I quietly put the remaining, untouched skewers into my storage space.

Keep it; maybe I can use it to appease Xiao Huan later, or... give it to someone else.

In the distance, a window in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse facing the street was slightly ajar.

Yu Ji stood by the window, dressed in black, her figure almost blending into the shadows of the room.

She looked at the two figures sitting side by side on the stone steps downstairs, and at the excessively bright and untroubled smile on Biyao's face, and remained silent for a long time.

"It's been so long since I've seen Yao'er..." she said in a low voice, almost to herself, "and she's already laughed like this."

Behind her, Ghost King Wanrenwang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze also fixed on the building below.

His face was expressionless, but something stirred slightly deep in his eyes. He looked for a moment, then turned away.

"Azure Dragon".

A figure in blue silently stepped forward from the side; it was a middle-aged man with a refined appearance and a calm demeanor.

"metropolitan."

"What's the situation on Liubo Mountain?"

"A storm is brewing," Qinglong said calmly.

The Ghost King nodded: "You set off first and proceed according to plan."

"Yes." Qinglong bowed and withdrew.

The Ghost King glanced out the window again, where Biyao was shoving a half-eaten candied hawthorn into Jiang Xiaochuan's mouth. Jiang Xiaochuan frowned and tried to dodge, but she grabbed his cheek and forced the candied hawthorn in. The two of them started making a fuss.

"You Ji," the Ghost King spoke.

"metropolitan."

"Keep an eye on that kid. In a few days, bring Yao'er with him." The Ghost King paused. "Don't let Yao'er know we're watching."

You Ji bowed slightly: "Understood."

The Ghost King said no more, his figure melting into the shadows like ink in a painting, disappearing without a trace.

Youji stood there for a while longer, until the two people downstairs got up, carrying the unfinished candied hawthorns, and slowly strolled into a nearby alleyway selling sundries. Only then did she gently close the window crack.

……

Jiang Xiaochuan and Biyao strolled around for half the afternoon, ending up with a bunch of odds and ends: clay figurines, windmills, and a bag of fragrant roasted pumpkin seeds. Jiang Xiaochuan ate them as he walked, spitting out shells all the way.

Walking down a relatively quiet street lined with high walls and large courtyards, Jiang Xiaochuan slowed down. He looked around, then looked up at the sky. It was still early, but the sun was already setting, casting long shadows of the two of them.

"Biyao," he suddenly spoke, his voice not loud.

"Hmm?" Biyao was fiddling with a cloth tiger she had just bought that could shake its head.

"I..." Jiang Xiaochuan paused, swallowing the sunflower seeds in his mouth, "When can I leave?"

Biyao stopped fiddling with the cloth tiger. She didn't look up, but after two seconds, she slowly raised her head and looked at him. The smile on her face was gone, her eyes were a little cold, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

"You want to leave?" she asked, her voice calm. "You can leave now."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her eyes, which had suddenly turned cold, and shrank back. He looked around and saw that the alley was empty, with only the rustling of the wind blowing through the withered grass on the wall.

"I wish," he muttered, his voice lowering, "that countless eyes from your Ghost King Sect are watching me secretly. If I leave, I'll be dragged back the very next minute, won't I?"

Biyao stopped talking. She stared at him for a long time, squeezing the cloth tiger in her hand until it was deformed. Then, she suddenly turned around, threw the cloth tiger hard on the ground, stomped on it twice, and walked away without looking back.

"Hey, cloth tiger..." Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the dirty cloth tiger on the ground, then at Biyao's angry back, sighed, and jogged after it.

The two walked in silence for a while, one after the other. Biyao walked very fast, and Jiang Xiaochuan had to quicken his pace to keep up.

At the end of the street, a three-story wooden building stands before you, painted bright red, with a large plaque hanging at the entrance—Haiyun Building.

Biyao walked straight in. The room was spacious, with clean tables and chairs. The shopkeeper was a chubby middle-aged man who was looking down at an abacus.

Biyao walked to the counter, reached into her purse, and took out another gold ingot, larger than the previous one, probably worth a hundred taels. She slapped it on the counter.

"A superior room."

The gold landed on the wooden table with a dull thud. The innkeeper looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw the gold. Then he saw Biyao's icy yet stunningly beautiful face, and Jiang Xiaochuan, who followed behind, carrying candied hawthorns and melon seeds, looking helpless. He put on a professional smile and said, "Alright, sir, room number three, please come upstairs..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out from the side and pressed down on the gold ingot.

It was Jiang Xiaochuan. He gently pushed Biyao's hand away, then picked up the gold ingot, weighed it in his hand, and said with a pained expression, "Too extravagant! Too extravagant, Miss Biyao! It's just a room, why would you need so much?"

As he spoke, he quickly stuffed the gold into his pocket (his storage space), his movements so practiced it was almost heartbreaking.

What I was thinking was, in my past life, a gram of gold cost over a thousand yuan, and this hundred taels... I dared not calculate it, just how rich is this girl? Is her purse a treasure trove?

After carefully putting away the gold, he took out a few loose pieces of silver, counted them, and found they amounted to about forty taels. He then placed them on the counter.

"Manager, I'd like a clean and quiet superior room."

The shopkeeper's expression changed. He looked at the forty taels of silver, then at the gold that Jiang Xiaochuan had tucked into his pocket. His lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything. His smile faded a little as he took the silver and handed over a copper key.

"Number six, the innermost room on the left on the third floor."

Jiang Xiaochuan took the keys and tugged at Biyao's sleeve, who was still sulking.

"Let's go, upstairs."

Biyao snorted and shook off his hand, but her feet still followed him toward the stairs.

The two of them grabbed a quick bite to eat in the lobby downstairs.

Biyao ate little, her chopsticks poking around in her bowl. Jiang Xiaochuan, on the other hand, was hungry. He ate two bowls of rice and then devoured most of the roast chicken on the table.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and looked at Biyao's bowl, which was still mostly full.

"Not eating anymore?"

Biyao shook her head.

"What a waste." Jiang Xiaochuan took her bowl and quickly finished the rest of the food, leaving not even a drop of soup.

Biyao looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

After finishing our meal, we went upstairs. The stairs were made of wood and creaked as we stepped on them. It was the third floor, at the end of the corridor, number six.

Upon entering, the room was quite spacious and exquisitely furnished, with tables and chairs, and behind a screen was a large bed with light blue curtains hanging on it.

Biyao walked to the bedside, sat down, pressed the mattress with her hand, lay down to try it out, and looked up at the top of the tent.

"good."

Jiang Xiaochuan stood at the door, not going inside. He looked at the bed, then at Biyao.

Biyao turned to the side, propped her head up with her hand, and looked at him.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and try lying down."

"...I'll go ask the waiter to bring some hot water and some food." Jiang Xiaochuan turned to leave.

"We just ate," Biyao said.

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped in his tracks. Yes, he had just eaten. He stood there with his back to Biyao for a few seconds, then his shoulders slumped slightly.

He came back, closed the door, and bolted it.

He walked to the bedside, took off his outer robe, threw it on the chair, took off his shoes, got into bed, and lay down next to Biyao.