“You’ve depleted a lot of your vital energy these past two days. You need to restore your body first. As for merging the crocodile pearls, let’s discuss it in a few days.”

Chu Li stared at her face for a while. In just two days, her small face had grown visibly thinner.

“Mm.” Mu Yunjin nodded upon hearing Chu Li’s words. After all, waiting a few more days wouldn’t make much difference.

After washing up, Mu Yunjin and Chu Li walked out of their room. When they had awakened, it was already dusk outside. After dawdling for a while, by the time they went out, the sky had already darkened.

As soon as Mu Yunjin stepped out, she was chilled by the cold wind and shivered. Before she could react, she was already pulled back into the room.

“Miss…” Zixiang outside the door saw Mu Yunjin come out and was about to approach, but then saw her being pulled back into the room.

Just as she was puzzled, she heard Chu Li’s calm voice, “Bring the meal in!”

Zixiang immediately understood, “Yes!”

…

…

The evening meal was brought to the room, filling an entire table.

Mu Yunjin now seemed like a hungry ghost reincarnated, holding her rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, devouring the food on the table like a whirlwind.

“Eat slower.” Chu Li slightly frowned, afraid she might choke herself.

But Mu Yunjin didn’t listen to Chu Li at all. During the two days at Ghost Valley Cave, she had only eaten some pastries along the way. With her nerves tense, she hadn’t eaten much of even those.

Now that she was relaxed both mentally and physically, plus having slept well, her physical strength had recovered, and her appetite was unbelievably good.

During the meal, there was a gentle knock on the door.

“Miss…” Zixiang’s voice came from outside.

“Come in,” Mu Yunjin said.

Zixiang pushed the door open. After entering, afraid of letting in the cold air, she first closed the door and walked closer to Mu Yunjin, “Miss, that Yuan Xia girl has come again. She says her mistress wants to meet with you.”

Mu Yunjin’s hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly. Wasn’t Yuan Xia Yun Shuangleng’s maid?

Yun Shuangleng had come again?

Yun Shuangleng coming to find her now was undoubtedly for Feng Che, wanting her to use hypnosis to help break Feng Che’s spell. But she still had a grudge in her heart and didn’t really want to see Yun Shuangleng.

“Chu Li…” Mu Yunjin turned to look at Chu Li, waiting for him to give her some advice.

“Master An is staying at an inn in the city,” Chu Li said calmly.

Hearing this, Mu Yunjin raised her eyebrows, “Zixiang, relay His Highness’s exact words to Yuan Xia. Tell her mistress to find Master An at the inn.”

“Yes, Miss.” Zixiang nodded and turned to leave.

With this interruption from Yun Shuangleng, Mu Yunjin also felt she had eaten enough. She put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water, and said, “By the way, Chu Li, you never told me you had a master…”

“The last time I went to North Ming Kingdom, passing through Blue Peak Cliff, I was attacked by the black-robed one’s eagle flock and fell down the cliff. It was your master who saved me. If not for her, I probably would have died long ago.” Mu Yunjin thought of that scene, and even now, she still felt pain where she had been pecked!

And that Elder Murong was truly formidable. The medicinal pill she gave her was like a divine elixir, immediately alleviating her physical discomfort.

“Master has been in seclusion for a long time and doesn’t want to be involved in worldly affairs,” Chu Li said softly, his expression calm.

Mu Yunjin understood, leaning against the chair, “Master Feng Xuan and Elder Murong seem to be old acquaintances.”

Thinking of the black-robed Feng Lan’s crude words, although Mu Yunjin despised them, she had still absorbed some information.

“Yes, they were originally martial siblings. Later, when Master was fifteen, she married the leader of the Feng Hua Sect, Feng Cang, who was twenty years her senior. Feng Cang was the master of both Daoist Feng Xuan and the black-robed one. Come to think of it, Qiuye was also a disciple of Elder Feng Cang. However, he was the earliest to leave the Feng Hua Sect and establish his faction.” Chu Li explained to Mu Yunjin.

Mu Yunjin nodded, not expecting that the grudges and entanglements of the previous generation were also so complicated.

“Do Elder Murong and Elder Feng Cang have any children?” Mu Yunjin popped out such a question. Since they were husband and wife, they should have children, right? Why was it that every time, she only saw a six or seven-year-old little girl accompanying Murong Rushi?

“They have one daughter,” Chu Li said.

Mu Yunjin’s lips twitched, “It couldn’t be…”

“It’s not that little child.”

“Then where is their daughter?” Mu Yunjin entered gossip mode.

Chu Li laughed, looking at Mu Yunjin, and sighed slightly, “I only heard that the girl was bitten to death by a fierce tiger when she once sneaked down the mountain… As for whether it’s true or not, I don’t know. It was many years ago.”

“Alright.” Mu Yunjin felt a chill in her arm, and goosebumps rose.

Chu Li held Mu Yunjin’s hand, smiling at her, a hint of wickedness flashing in his clear, deep eyes, “Speaking of which, shouldn’t we also strive to have a daughter?”

“Why a daughter?” Mu Yunjin’s face reddened.

“I prefer it. Ideally, she would be just like you.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“Well, then we’ll continue until we have a girl…”

“Chu Li, you’re dreaming!”

…

When Mu Yunjin woke up the next day, she sat in front of the dressing table and looked in the mirror for a long time. Every so often, she would glare fiercely at the man sitting in the rocking chair, reading a book behind her.

“Chu Li, you bastard!” Mu Yunjin angrily touched her neck, looking at the spots of bluish-purple marks on her neck, frowning.

How could she go out like this?

She would have to wrap a scarf around her neck to go out, but the dress she was wearing was already cumbersome and bulky enough. Wrapping a scarf would make her look even rounder.

“Bam!” Mu Yunjin heavily threw the wooden comb on the dressing table, turned around, and glared at Chu Li, “Come here and comb my hair!”

Hearing this, Chu Li’s lips curved, his eyes narrowed, and he put down the book in his hand and walked closer to her.

After reaching her side, he bent down and approached her neck. His warm breath fell on her neck as he spoke softly, “Comb where?”

Mu Yunjin immediately felt ticklish and shrank her neck, pushing away Chu Li’s approaching face with her hand, “Stay away from me…”

“Are you sure?” Chu Li raised his eyebrows, blinking his eyes.

“Comb my hair!” Mu Yunjin took the wooden comb from the table, then grabbed Chu Li’s arm and placed the wooden comb in his palm.

Then, she turned around and played with her hair.

Chu Li’s eyes were like water, filled with intense pleasure. He didn’t continue to tease her and stood behind Mu Yunjin, helping her comb her hair.

Mu Yunjin watched Chu Li’s gentle movements in the bronze mirror, the corner of her lips slightly curved upward.

…

“Miss, your forehead is sweating. Why don’t you take off the scarf?”

On the street, Zixiang and Mu Yunjin had been walking for a long time. Plus, the sun was quite strong today, and after walking for a while, it didn’t feel so cold anymore.

Now, Zixiang, carrying several boxes, turned her head to see the fine beads of sweat on Mu Yunjin’s forehead and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat for her.

“It’s fine, I’m okay!” Mu Yunjin said, then wrapped the scarf tighter. Originally, she didn’t want to go out today, but she insisted on going out for a stroll.

Now her neck was sweating all around, and she wanted to tear the scarf to shreds.

Mu Yunjin cursed Chu Li for a long time in her heart!

If it were like this again tonight, she would sleep in a separate room!

Yes, separate rooms!

“Miss, the Mingxiang Tea House is just ahead. Would you like to sit there for a while?” Zixiang saw that after wiping Mu Yunjin’s sweat beads, more had emerged, fearing it was because Mu Yunjin wasn’t feeling well.

Mu Yunjin was just thinking about this and nodded, turning to enter the Mingxiang Tea House, heading directly to a private room on the second floor.

As she stepped onto the last stair to the second floor, she ran into two unexpected guests.

Chu Qing and Qin Muyue.

Regarding Qin Muyue, Mu Yunjin remembered encountering her at Ghost Valley Cave. Now meeting her again here, she didn’t know what to say about Qin Muyue.

However, Chu Qing and Qin Muyue, one unmarried man and one unmarried woman, walking together so openly, would inevitably cause some speculation about whether good news was coming.

“Greetings to Prince Chen, greetings to Miss Qin.” Although Zixiang didn’t like these two, as a servant, she couldn’t neglect the proper etiquette.

“No need for formalities.” Chu Qing raised the corner of his lips, revealing a charming and profound smile, “What a coincidence, meeting Sixth Brother’s wife here.”

“Indeed, a coincidence meeting Third Brother and Miss Qin here.” Mu Yunjin also pretended to be cordial, smiling as she looked at the two.

Hearing this, the smile on Chu Qing’s lips deepened, “I’m afraid before long, you’ll have to change how you address Miss Qin…”

“Oh?” Mu Yunjin raised her eyebrows, blinking her eyes, “Call her Third Sister-in-law?”

Chu Qing nodded.

“Congratulations, I finally don’t have to worry about someone eyeing our Chu Li.” Mu Yunjin curved her lips, her gaze moving back and forth between the two.

Chu Qing marrying Qin Muyue—there must be something fishy about this!

“Haha, Sixth Brother’s wife loves to joke. Muyue and Sixth Brother are merely childhood friends, don’t misinterpret it.” Chu Qing spoke.

“Yes, Third Brother is right!” Mu Yunjin agreed with Chu Qing. She had long become accustomed to Qin Muyue and their continuous dramatic antics.

Qin Muyue, who had been standing to the side without speaking, suddenly pulled on Chu Qing’s sleeve, “Your Highness, let’s go back first.”

“Mm, alright.” Chu Qing nodded, then looked at Mu Yunjin again, “Sixth Brother’s wife, we’ll be waiting for you and Sixth Brother to come drink the wedding wine.”

“Alright, we’ll come.” Mu Yunjin smiled and promised.

After watching Chu Qing and Qin Muyue go downstairs, Mu Yunjin wiped the smile from her face and walked into the private room.

After sitting down, Zixiang opened the conversation, “Miss, Prince Chen and Miss Qin didn’t seem to have much interaction before. How come they’re together now?”

“Who knows!” Mu Yunjin shrugged, not having the energy to deal with Chu Qing and Qin Muyue.

“Miss should still be cautious,” Zixiang said.

Mu Yunjin nodded. Taking advantage of the empty private room, she finally removed the scarf she had been wearing for so long. After removing it, she let out a long sigh of relief.

“Miss, what happened to your neck?” Zixiang immediately noticed the marks on Mu Yunjin’s neck.

“Nothing.” Mu Yunjin touched her neck, feeling somewhat awkward and embarrassed by Zixiang’s abrupt question.

Zixiang was very obedient and didn’t continue to ask.