When Muruo returned to Yuhua Pavilion, Wei Yi was sitting on the doorframe outside waiting for him, elbows propped on his knees, hands cupping his chin, eyes eagerly gazing ahead.

When he saw Muruo’s figure, he shot up from the ground like a startled bird and rushed toward Muruo.

As that figure rushed toward him—

Muruo was completely dumbfounded!

Had he seen a ghost today?

When had Wei Yi ever waited at the door for him to come back? And with such a delighted expression on his face.

Who would have known that Wei Yi would grab his sleeve as soon as he came up, then shake it vigorously, asking incessantly: “Brother Muruo, why did you go see Shu’er without taking me? Why? Why…”

A string of “whys” kept bombarding Muruo.

He broke out in a sweat!

He raised his sleeve to wipe his forehead, then dragged Wei Yi inside.

But Wei Yi was like sticky taffy, constantly following behind him, endlessly asking “why?”

“Brother Muruo, tell me, did you go see Shu’er? Did something happen to Shu’er?”

Finally, Muruo was truly annoyed. He gave him a push, and the wine cup in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.

It shattered into pieces.

“Dead, dead!”

What?

Ji Yunshu was dead?

After hearing this, Wei Yi was terrified on the spot. His face immediately turned ashen, then his body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He knocked into a young attendant behind him, causing all the medicinal herbs in the attendant’s hands to spill onto the ground.

“Oh my, Young Master Wei, don’t you have eyes in the back of your head?”

The young attendant cried out!

Please, you’re the one with eyes in the back of your head.

Unless you’re a monster!

Wei Yi lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, his face deathly pale, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, glistening.

Muruo was actually frightened by him. His eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Wei Yi on the ground.

His mouth twitched for a long while before he asked: “Brother, what are you doing?”

Wei Yi’s tears burst forth. He slammed his hands on the ground and cried out: “You said it, Shu’er is dead, my Shu’er, my Shu’er is dead.”

“Hey, hey, hey, when did I say your Shu’er was dead?”

“You did, you said it, you just said it.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!”

The two began bickering back and forth, one sentence at a time.

The onlookers were stunned!

Muruo slapped his forehead, finally understanding where Wei Yi’s confusion lay. He pointed at the shattered cup on the ground and said: “I was talking about the cup that broke on the ground.”

Wei Yi immediately stopped crying and glanced at the broken cup on the ground, then looked pitifully at Muruo.

“I thought Shu’er was dead. What would I do then?”

Muruo rolled his eyes at him: “If she died, wouldn’t I have lost out?”

“Why? Does Shu’er owe you silver?”

“She owes me a favor, so she can’t die.”

“Of course Shu’er can’t die. Shu’er will live to be a hundred years old.” Wei Yi was deadly serious.

The two of them, one standing, one sitting.

Conversing with each other, utterly adorable!

Muruo couldn’t be bothered with him. With a drowsy look, the wine’s effects surged up again. He put his hands behind his back and went upstairs to the pavilion.

At this time, two young attendants also helped Wei Yi up from the ground.

From upstairs in the pavilion suddenly came a command: “Little Wei, quickly warm a pot of wine for me.”

Wei Yi raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears, then—

He cheerfully went to warm wine for Muruo. After about half the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Wei Yi carried five jars of wine upstairs to the pavilion and saw Muruo leaning back in a bamboo chair, asleep.

Thud—

Wei Yi heavily slammed the wine jars in his hands down in front of Muruo.

“Drink yourself to death!”

He cursed!

Muruo just rolled over, didn’t even look, and reached out to grab a jar of wine, drowsily pouring it into his mouth.

Seeing Muruo’s dissolute state, Wei Yi pouted and turned to go downstairs.

Who would have known—

“Little Wei.”

He called out!

Wei Yi stopped and turned to say to him: “I warmed five jars of wine, that’s enough. Anyway, I won’t…”

“Do you want to leave the capital?” Muruo cut him off.

Wei Yi barely thought before nodding his head: “Yes, of course I want to leave, but together with Shu’er.”

“Good, then leave together with your Shu’er.”

“Really?”

His eyes widened.

Muruo held the wine jar and poured another mouthful into his mouth, mumbling: “Really, we’ll all leave the capital together, go to Yufu, sightsee and enjoy the scenery.”

His voice grew fainter and fainter, then—

No more sound.

No matter how Wei Yi called to him, he didn’t respond anymore.

Wei Yi was overjoyed. After returning to his room, he began busily packing everything away, preparing to leave the capital with Ji Yunshu and then go sightseeing and enjoying scenery…

At this time, at the General’s Manor!

Ji Wanxin had just returned from Prince Rong’s Manor when she ran into an incident!

The Shen family had sent people!

The Shen family had brought gifts to visit.

“Miss, where did you go? The First Young Master and Second Young Master were looking for you everywhere. Now the Shen family’s people have arrived, saying they want to meet you.”

Ji Wanxin was in a foul mood!

With a sullen face: “I’m going back to my room first. If anyone asks, just say I’m not feeling well.”

“Miss, this…”

The maid was in a difficult position when—

Ji Muqing’s voice suddenly cut across toward them: “Are you truly unwell? Or are you trying to avoid them?”

Ji Wanxin deliberately stepped back, wanting to distance herself from her, but Ji Muqing insisted on getting in her face.

Having not left her room these past days, this woman had indeed become much paler.

As if afraid others wouldn’t know she was fair, she had to get right in people’s faces.

“Ji Wanxin, oh Ji Wanxin, these past days I haven’t bothered you, and you’ve been quite carefree. What, did you go to Prince Rong’s Manor again today? Did you see Prince Rong? Just now, it seemed like people from Prince Rong’s Manor escorted you back, didn’t they? How is it that I didn’t know you were so close to Prince Rong?”

“I don’t understand what Second Sister means!” She lowered her head.

“You don’t understand?”

Ji Muqing let out a cold laugh!

She continued: “Do you take me for a fool? You use the excuse of visiting that wretched woman, but you’re actually going to see Prince Rong, aren’t you? Just with your qualifications, you want to board Prince Rong’s ship? Dream on!”

Utterly vicious!

Ji Wanxin’s eyes immediately reddened…

With lowered head and pursed lips, she said, “Elder Sister, you’ve misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood? Have I misunderstood?”

“I went to Prince Rong’s Manor only to see Yunshu. Yunshu hasn’t been feeling well lately, so I…”

Before she could finish, Ji Muqing cut her off, saying, “Enough, don’t pretend in front of me. Do you think I don’t understand your thoughts? You and I grew up together—I know what you’re thinking the moment you bat an eye.”

How embarrassing!

Ji Wanxin didn’t want to talk to her anymore and could only walk around her, saying, “Elder Sister, I’m not feeling well, I’m going back first.”

“Stop right there!”