The longer she spent with Yun Ya, the more she felt his nature was truly casual. Usually, he substituted breathing exercises for sleep, but on days he slept, waking him up was a systematic project, often making the entire group wait until the sun was high. Chi Zhe didn’t mind, instead praising this as being true to one’s nature. Feng Miaojun truly suspected he had been brainwashed by Yun Ya—that bewitching man indeed had such ability—only she knew that to wake Yun Ya, she had to risk her life.

These days, being a personal maidservant carries such high risks!

Two days later, Yun Ya suddenly found an excuse to part ways. Chi Zhe repeatedly expressed regret, but no matter how he tried to keep him, it was useless. He could only arrange a farewell feast.

Feng Miaojun truly admired Yun Ya; how could he drink this wine without feeling guilty?

He didn’t.

Not only did he drink, but he drank with great emotion, nearly moving Chi Zhe to tears.

The Royal Scribe’s duty was to constantly accompany the king; Chi Zhe was not a youth and shouldn’t have been so naive. But Yun Ya had a talent for speaking directly to the heart, and after pouring several catties of wine down his throat, somehow Chi Zhe’s emotions became unstable, revealing many personal matters at the banquet.

After the feast, the master and servant rode out, and Yun Ya glanced at her: “You sighed four times just now, what’s troubling you?”

Amidst the exchange of toasts, he could still remember how many times she had sighed. Feng Miaojun was secretly startled, but said: “Young Master Chi treated you sincerely, do we still have to scheme against him?”

Yun Ya smiled slightly: “Therefore, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh?” She blinked, did this person have a conscience?

“He can live afterward.”

Well, he didn’t.

That night, Chi Zhe had several nightmares in succession, sitting up in alarm, seeing moonlight streaming through the window like water, especially gentle and soft.

But… his gaze immediately froze. This wooden window, though clean, was somewhat crude, definitely not the elegant room where he had been sleeping!

Chi Zhe turned over and sat up, unexpectedly stepping on something soft.

It was a person, silent and still.

He quickly turned the person over for a look and exclaimed softly: “Hong Yun!”

His beautiful maidservant Hong Yun was sleeping soundly. After being shaken awake, she rubbed her eyes and said: “Master, why are you awake… eh, where is this!”

The two wanted to rush outside, but when they reached the doorway, they were bounced back.

Before them was an invisible barrier; whoever hit it would get a lump on their head.

They were trapped in a tiny room.

Chi Zhe clawed at the door and shouted: “Help! Is anyone there!”

No one outside responded.

Hong Yun suddenly tugged at his sleeve, her voice trembling: “Master, look outside the window!”

Looking out the window, they not only saw the lush foliage of a small courtyard and the cold moonlight but also… Chi Zhe’s eyeballs nearly popped out: “Is… is that another window?”

Outside the small courtyard, where the sky should have been, there were two wooden windows with a ruyi talisman hanging on the lattice.

The ruyi talisman was his, having the power to ward off evil. Every night before sleep, Hong Yun would hang it on the window.

Now the wooden window had enlarged, and even the patterns on the ruyi talisman were visible.

Chi Zhe suddenly realized something: “It’s not that the window has grown larger, but that we have shrunk!”

As if a wind blew, the giant window shook slightly, and someone came to close it. When she had her back to them, Hong Yun widened her eyes, and when she turned around, the poor maidservant trembled: “It’s, it’s me! Master, someone is impersonating me!”

The maid’s face was the same as hers!

Chi Zhe slowly retreated to sit on the bed, suddenly laughing bitterly: “I’m afraid what these people are impersonating is not just your face.”

No one knew that the real ones had been confined in a tiny bottle, while “Chi Zhe” and “Hong Yun” master and servant remained in the Kingdom of Langyu’s diplomatic mission, slowly walking toward the capital of Yao.

There was still more than a month until the originally scheduled wedding date, but now with the princess missing without a trace, no one knew how this grand wedding would end. The Kingdom of Yao had not released any official news, so delegations of observers from all directions still proceeded according to the original plan and direction.

The ceremonies could not be neglected.

This day they arrived at a small town called “Ya Du,” and the entire group stopped to rest.

There were only two best inns in town, and their large group almost booked the entire inn. After following Yun Ya into the room, Feng Miaojun closed the door, casually arranged a formation, and said softly: “Young Master, you ate two extra bites of green plums today. The real Chi Zhe doesn’t like sour food.”

The two of them were disguised as Chi Zhe’s master and servant. Yun Ya had associated with this Royal Scribe for several days, not only to probe his background but also to observe his behavior and mannerisms to avoid revealing flaws. Although both had treasures like shape-shifting parasites, trying to impersonate someone and live in their home for months without being discovered was almost impossible.

Everyone had their unique behavior patterns; the fake was fake and would eventually be exposed.

But Yun Ya had already clarified that this diplomatic mission had been temporarily appointed by King Xi. Official’s son Chi Zhe led the mission to the Kingdom of Yao to conduct diplomacy and observe the wedding. He had originally brought capable old subordinates, but unfortunately, they encountered sea demons during the sea voyage, with barely two surviving. Everyone had traveled thousands of li and was very tired, past the excitement of the conversation. Usually, they just buried their heads and rode to make progress on the journey; how much time did they have to chat? Deceiving them for a month was not difficult for Yun Ya.

And Hong Yun was a commanding girl; it was even simpler for Feng Miaojun to imitate her mannerisms.

Yun Ya also knew his face was too conspicuous. Going to the Kingdom of Yao this time, if someone recognized the identity of the State Preceptor of Wei, he might be in trouble like a tiger fallen to the plains, so he honestly stole an identity.

Feng Miaojun had long understood what he saw in Chi Zhe: Young Master Chi’s height and build were similar to his, he liked to wear brocade clothes, was generous and not gloomy, all of which were easy external traits to imitate. Moreover, a Royal Scribe was neither a high nor low official. In terms of authority, he didn’t hold great power, so he wouldn’t be flattered when arriving in the capital of Yao, but the position wasn’t too lowly either—after all, he was someone by the king’s side, with the advantage of being close to power, so others wouldn’t look down on him too much.

This left Yun Ya with ample room for activities. If he had impersonated Mo Tizhun, first, he would have to find a way to make himself a giant man, and then in the capital of Yao, deal with wave after wave of visitors—before the wedding, the State Preceptor of Jin in the capital of Yao would be popular.

Yun Ya looked at her resentfully: “But the plums in the plum wine are delicious.”

She smiled and took out a small wine flask from her bosom: “I know, so you should drink this wine behind closed doors.” She shook it, “I just said it was for me, with twice the plums.” The dignified State Preceptor was merely a foodie; once you understood his preferences, Yun Ya became much easier to deal with.