Wei Yuzhi usually slept very little, but his sleep quality was high, and he rarely dreamed. Tonight, however, he unexpectedly fell into a beautiful dream.

After a light rain, a beautiful face was reflected in the thick pile of fallen leaves in the forest.

Wei Yuzhi had never seen such a woman before, combining innocence and coldness in one. Before that moment, he had always thought himself nearly emotionless, never to be moved by any woman.

Life is unpredictable, and the sudden stirring of his heartstrings caught him off guard.

Wei Yuzhi was always someone who knew how to seize opportunities. At that time, before he had figured out why he liked An Jiu, he immediately proposed marriage.

He had never been engaged or had a relationship with a woman before, and didn’t know how to pursue one, so he could only express his intentions right away.

However, the subsequent development of events was also not within Wei Yuzhi’s expectations. They were in different camps, with many opportunities to interact, but not one of them was a pleasant memory.

That time when he detained An Jiu, Wei Yuzhi said he “once liked her,” and that was indeed what he thought in his heart. He thought of her less and less, but why did he sacrifice his spiritual power to save her when observing the changes at Baohua Gate?

On the bed, Wei Yuzhi opened his eyes. It was still dark, but he stared intently.

The most complex people yearn for simplicity. Wei Yuzhi liked to live in spotless places and liked clean and elegant clothes without any unnecessary accessories. He thought that the reason he still couldn’t forget this woman, besides her good looks, was probably her unchanging simplicity!

The human heart is so complex; it was truly rare for An Jiu to maintain her purity, even if that simplicity wasn’t necessarily beautiful.

Wei Yuzhi got up and put on his cloak, leaving through the back window.

His solitary figure crossed the wilderness, entering the heavily guarded Bianjing city as if it were uninhabited.

By the time he reached the Hua mansion, thick snow had fallen on his hair and body. The icy air entered his lungs, causing Wei Yuzhi to cough lightly.

“Mr. Wei.” A rich voice seemed to sound near his ear.

Wei Yuzhi looked up to see a man standing under the wall, untouched by wind and snow, like a tombstone.

“Mr. Chu,” Wei Yuzhi recognized the man’s identity.

Chu Dingjiang approached. “Mr. Wei has come earlier than I imagined.”

Wei Yuzhi didn’t answer.

“Please,” Chu Dingjiang gestured.

The two entered one after another. The courtyard was pitch black, but after passing through the second gate, it suddenly brightened. Wei Yuzhi saw several rooms with lights on, and on the left was a pavilion with wisps of smoke seeping through the window cracks, looking as if it might be on fire.

Chu Dingjiang led him to that room and raised his hand to knock.

A lazy voice came from inside, “The door isn’t locked.”

Chu Dingjiang pushed the door open.

In the thick smoke, a face with an otherworldly air vaguely emerged. His lazy gaze passed over Chu Dingjiang and fell directly on Wei Yuzhi. The light in his peach blossom eyes suddenly solidified. “Ah, this must be Mr. Wei.”

Mo Sigui, holding his pipe, strode over, his expression unable to hide his excitement.

Wei Yuzhi’s expression remained calm as he cupped his hands in greeting. “It’s an honor to meet you, Divine Doctor Mo.”

“Oh my, no need for such formalities,” Mo Sigui said, clenching his pipe between his teeth and grabbing Wei Yuzhi’s wrist, dragging him into the inner room.

No matter where Wei Yuzhi stayed, there would always be piles of medicinal herbs. He was living in the Hua mansion, and An Jiu was the one who was ill. Hua Rongjian and Chu Dingjiang would send large batches of rare medicinal herbs every two days, and Hua Rongti also sent many herbs on behalf of the Hua family. So even though he had only been here for a short while, the room was already so full of herbs that there was barely space to stand, leaving just enough room to sleep. Now, even that space was filled with bottles and jars.

“Sit anywhere,” Mo Sigui said warmly.

Wei Yuzhi didn’t sit. “I received news that Mei Shisi is critically ill.”

Mo Sigui smiled, “Yes, but if you’re willing to give a few drops of blood, she won’t be in critical condition anymore.”

Even though Wei Yuzhi had been responsible for many deaths, seeing the excited smile on Mo Sigui’s face still made him feel a bit creeped out. “I want to see her.”

“That’s no problem,” Mo Sigui agreed on his own.

Chu Dingjiang didn’t refuse either. “Mr. Wei, please follow me.”

Wei Yuzhi nodded.

For the first time, Wei Yuzhi saw An Jiu looking so quiet and peaceful, like an infant untouched by the world.

Da Jiu was lying by the bed. Seeing a strange man enter, it immediately bared its teeth in threat.

Wei Yuzhi seemed not to notice, but his spiritual power surged over like a tide. Da Jiu’s eyes widened, and it stood frozen for a moment. When Wei Yuzhi approached, it came over like a cat, nuzzling his sleeve in a friendly manner.

Mo Sigui came over and tapped its head with his pipe. “You gutless thing! A’Jiu’s only good point is her fierceness, and you haven’t even learned that, but you’ve picked up all her flaws without missing any. I look down on you!”

Da Jiu shook its ears, looking completely bewildered, indicating it hadn’t understood a word.

“Mei Shisi,” Wei Yuzhi bent down and held her hand, closing his eyes.

Chu Dingjiang frowned and was about to step forward when Mo Sigui stopped him, saying softly, “Be patient, be patient. What’s wrong with holding hands? I’ve… uh, I mean, letting him use his spiritual power to examine her won’t do any harm.”

Chu Dingjiang narrowed his eyes, making a mental note. Mo Sigui had only said half of what he meant to, but he could guess three to five-tenths of it. Now wasn’t the time to settle accounts; the future was long.