The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Alright, that's enough for now. I'm going back." Li Shimin finished his wine, stood up, and glanced at Chen Huai'an indifferently. "I still have to go back and deal with all the trouble you've caused."

"Of course, the key is to bring you back to life as soon as possible."

Chen Huai'an: "..."

"I send you to Your Majesty..."

"No need, you can continue dying. I don't need you to escort me." Li Shimin sneered and turned to leave.

Halfway there, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and said, "By the way, I also want to say something."

"You're fucking heartless!"

After saying that, Li Shimin left with Li Junxian and Zhang Anan, leaving Chen Huai'an speechless.

If you're going to leave, why are you swearing?

"Hahahaha!" Wei Zheng burst into laughter. "What do you have to say now? His Majesty himself said you're a heartless bastard."

"Damn it, how much better can you be than me, you country bumpkin?" Chen Huai'an said irritably.

They're both equally bad, so neither should criticize the other.

Wei Zheng drank his wine, swaying his head, completely ignoring Chen Huai'an's words.

Du Ruhui stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Mr. Chen, we are really busy with official business, so we will take our leave now."

Just as Chen Huai'an was about to speak, he added, "We don't need to see you off."

Chen Huai'an: "..."

Wei Zheng laughed heartily and left. In the blink of an eye, the once lively backyard was left with only a few people.

Feng Zhidai stared at him with his arms crossed, along with his three younger brothers.

Facing Feng Zhidai's gaze, Chen Huai'an's expression became somewhat unnatural. It was one thing to deceive others, but he had even fooled the Feng siblings.

Even with his thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

So, Chen Huai'an glared at the three young brothers: "Fengshuang, Bobing, and Monk Kuhai, why aren't you leaving yet?"

The three of them: "..."

Li Zhen couldn't help but sigh, "Sir, if only I could have your thick skin someday."

"Damn it," Chen Huai'an kicked him in the butt, "who's shameless here?"

"You don't want your share of the profits from the drinks? You don't want to do business with you anymore, sir?"

"Sir, I was wrong!" Li Zhen's eyes cleared up instantly. "I spoke too loudly just now. I apologize and admit my mistake."

"Please don't take offense at my words, sir."

Chen Huai'an: "..."

He waved his hand speechlessly, "You guys go back first, I'll take you into the cement business later."

"Alright!" The three of them grinned and ran off happily.

Of course, they knew very well that the husband had to deal with family matters now, and it was not appropriate to keep him around any longer.

After everyone left, Feng Zhi clicked his tongue and patted Chen Huai'an on the shoulder: "You're really ruthless. It's one thing to lie to me, but you even lied to your little sister."

"She's your fiancée."

"Fortunately, the situation has been special during this period, and we haven't had time to send a message back yet, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble would have occurred."

Chen Huai'an stated frankly, "This is a necessary step. If even you remain indifferent, how can others be expected to believe us?"

"From my position, I often can't just do what I want."

"I don't want to say anything hypocritical, like it's necessary or for some grander purpose."

"A lie is a lie, and I will explain it to Qiao'er."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhidai's last bit of resentment dissipated: "I understand that you have your own difficulties. I probably understand the meaning of 'being unable to control one's own destiny' even better than you do. The fact that you can say such things means that my sister did not misjudge you, and our Feng family did not bet on the wrong person."

"You two should resolve your own issues as an engaged couple."

After saying that, Feng Zhidai left.

Chen Huai'an paused for a moment, watching his back, thinking to himself, "This brother-in-law is actually quite nice."

He's incredibly kind to himself; he'll help with almost anything you need, and even if he can't help, he'll find a way to.

That alone puts them ahead of countless others.

"Why!"

Chen Huai'an sighed, asked Yunyan to send someone to clean up the mess, and went to his sister Chen Sujin's door and gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, Chen Sujin opened the door. Seeing him arrive, she turned her head slightly and nodded behind her.

Chen Huai'an looked inside and saw Feng Qiao'er sitting next to Xiao He, earnestly teaching her to write, without even looking up.

Chen Huai'an could tell that her body was trembling and her eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.

"Uncle," Xiao He called out sweetly, very happy about Chen Huai'an's arrival.

Just as she was about to pounce on him as usual, Chen Sujin stopped her: "Xiaohe, be good. Your uncle has something to discuss with your aunt. Don't bother him, okay?"

"Oh..." Xiao He looked at Chen Huai'an, then at Feng Qiao'er, whose fair neck was slightly flushed because of Chen Sujin's address of "aunt," and nodded obediently.

"Okay, Uncle, remember to come find me, I've saved some good food for you."

"Okay." Chen Huai'an gently rubbed Xiao He's head. "You can't sneak some for yourself and leave none for me."

"No way!" Xiaohe said with a straight face, "How could I do such a thing? My uncle and I are best friends."

Chen Huai'an chuckled and pinched her chubby cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Sujin left with Xiaohe, closing the door behind her.

Chen Huai'an went straight to sit down opposite Feng Qiao'er and joked, "Oh, you're crying?"

Feng Qiao'er: "..."

She looked up, her eyes, already filled with tears, now brimming with disbelief.

Is this a question a human being should ask?

No wonder you're over twenty and still not married!

Feng Qiao'er exclaimed angrily, "She's crying! What are we going to do?"

"It's nothing," Chen Huai'an said with a smile, lying slightly. "I was thinking that you look quite beautiful when you cry, with a kind of pitiful charm."

"If I punched you, would you cry for even longer?"

Feng Qiao'er: ? ? ?

Laughed!

She smiled.

I was so angry at this shameless statement that I laughed.

Feng Qiao'er: "Is this how you plan to treat your fiancée, the wife you'll spend your life with?"

"Isn't it beautiful?" Chen Huai'an said cheerfully, "Look at you, you look so beautiful when you cry."

"You..." Feng Qiao'er cursed angrily, "You're such a bastard!"

"Fine, fine, you bastard, you bastard." Chen Huai'an pulled out an exquisitely carved jade hairpin from somewhere. "Do you want that bastard's thing?"

When Feng Qiao'er saw the hairpin, her breath caught in her throat. She immediately snatched the hairpin from his hand, held it in both hands, and placed it in front of her chest: "I want it. Why shouldn't I take it if it's free?"

After saying that, she snorted and ran away, leaving behind the words: "Even if you give me a hairpin, you're still a bastard."

Chen Huai'an smiled, and the coldness he felt towards Feng Qiao'er in the deepest part of his eyes was gradually fading.

Outside, Feng Qiao'er looked at the jade hairpin in her hand and felt a surge of joy.

Hairpins are for the principal wife!

"..."