According to Peng Bai, during this time Xu Wen Ren had not appeared before Madam Xu, and the troubles targeting Feng Trading Company had also stopped, which gave Madam Xu a sigh of relief.

Feng Miao Jun knew that this was most likely because Xu Wen Ren had been ordered by the King of Yao to investigate the Shun Dong Feng incident, and with the Crown Prince’s wedding approaching, the city defense work was heavy, leaving him no time for other matters. Since the incident was orchestrated by Yun Ya, Xu Wen Ren would find it difficult to discover new clues or breakthroughs in this case. Moreover, with the King of Yao giving him strict orders, this once-prominent general, even if not completely overwhelmed, would not think of bothering Madam Xu.

Madam Xu asked her foster daughter: “Will Yao and Wei truly go to war?”

“I’m afraid it’s not far off.” Following Yun Ya, Feng Miao Jun could sense the tension of the approaching storm and surging undercurrents more than ordinary people. Before a storm hit, there was usually such a period of hidden, heavy, and oppressive moments. “Mother might consider relocating some of the business to foreign countries, the closest being Wei and Jin. Wei’s national strength has been thriving in recent years with prosperous industries, but the King of Wei has unending ambitions for expansion, so they might often be at war. Jin has a more relaxed national character, and businesspeople there aren’t as diligent as Feng Trading, but they’ve enjoyed peace for a long time, and the common people are wealthy.” She paused for a moment. “Also, if Mother wants to go to Taoyuan Realm, you would need to take a ship from Jin across the sea, which is the shortest route.”

Madam Xu remained silent for a while, then sighed softly: “When will there be a peaceful place in the world where we can live without worry?” Holding Feng Miao Jun’s hand, she said in a low voice, “Why doesn’t An’an take this opportunity to leave with Mother? Also to get away from that State Preceptor.” She didn’t have a deep understanding of politics but instinctively knew that the State Preceptor of Wei faced significant danger in the capital of Yao, and it would be terrible if her daughter got caught up in it.

Feng Miao Jun was truly tempted, but after much hesitation, she still shook her head.

Madam Xu carefully examined her with her beautiful eyes, as if trying to see into her heart: “An’an, you haven’t fallen for him, have you?”

Feng Miao Jun was both amused and exasperated: “Have you been reading too many romance novels?”

“Such a divine figure, what girl wouldn’t be moved after seeing him? Especially since you spend day and night together.” Madam Xu squeezed her foster daughter’s soft little hand. The young girl was just at the age of budding romance, and it was only natural to be attracted to an outstanding man.

Feng Miao Jun laughed and said: “Wouldn’t I know if I liked someone or not?”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Madam Xu said leisurely, “Love is the most difficult thing to understand, often making people immersed without realizing it. Back in the day, your father pursued me vigorously, but I couldn’t see his good qualities and found his persistence annoying. Later, when he stopped seeking me out, I began to feel restless.” She stared blankly for a while, recalling past romance, then forcibly pulled herself back to reality. “Does An’an blush or feel her heart race when facing State Preceptor Yun?” Such a jade-like person would make ordinary people feel ashamed of themselves with just one glance.

“Not at all.” Feng Miao Jun said carelessly, “I see him all day, every day. If I were blushing and having heart palpitations constantly, how could I bear it?” How expanded would her cardiovascular system have to be? “Mother, only distance creates beauty. This person isn’t as brilliant and beautiful as he appears on the surface. He’s moody, sarcastic, lazy, greedy, loves to sleep, and is petty and mischievous.” She counted on her fingers one by one, finally snorting, “Apart from having a handsome face, he’s worthless!”

Madam Xu stared at her blankly, with an expression that said “It’s hopeless”: “You understand him so well, yet you say you don’t like him?”

Feng Miao Jun couldn’t help but roll her eyes heavenward. If she didn’t try to understand Yun Ya’s temperament, the grass on her grave would probably be taller than a person by now. But she also couldn’t pull her foster mother out of her brain full of unrealistic fantasies, and couldn’t help chuckling: “Wise people see wisdom, romantic people see romance. Mother, you’re currently in love, so everything looks like mutual affection to you.” She wasn’t leaving Yun Ya now, first because she wanted to figure out if the illness he had was terminal, to better plan her next steps. After all, this disease felt as if it were on her own body. Of course, this layer of concern couldn’t be told to her foster mother; the Turtle’s curse was something only she knew about in this world.

Another reason was that staying by Yun Ya’s side had a hundred benefits and only one harm. The harm was the risk of losing her head at any time by following an unpredictable State Preceptor, but there were great advantages too, such as having Powder Honey Paste or Pollen Wine to eat every day, his guidance on her cultivation puzzles, his willingness to lend her spiritual power, not to mention the various benefits she could successively obtain later.

It’s like shearing a sheep – take what you can get.

This was much faster and more convenient than exploring cultivation on her own. Otherwise, why did everyone in her previous life want to send their children to prestigious schools? With the benefit of having the great State Preceptor nearby, where else could she find that after leaving Yun Ya?

Who doesn’t want independence? But this needs to be based on self-strength. At this stage, Feng Miao Jun voluntarily understood their relationship as an employment relationship – she was an employee working for the boss, which was completely acceptable.

Uh, well, this was also her daily self-reminder.

“Nonsense.” Madam Xu wanted to tap her on the forehead, but unfortunately, her foster daughter was taller than her, so her hand couldn’t reach that high.

Children become unruly once they grow up. She sighed.

Feng Miao Jun said awkwardly: “I’ve been out too long, I have to go now, it’s almost dark.” The boss would be waking up soon.

Madam Xu wrapped a string of green jade beads around her hand, “This is a safety charm I sought, said to be from the remains of an ancient immortal. A merchant was almost dying, but after wearing it for just two days, he recovered completely. Wear it well, it can keep you safe.”

Feng Miao Jun lifted her wrist to look. The bracelet was of good quality, clearly valuable at a glance, and wrapped around her wrist, it made her skin appear even more white, like milk. Moreover, in the middle of the beads was a jade carving of… “A Chinese cabbage?” It was rare indeed. Most common bracelets had the center bead carved into a gourd, lock, abacus, peanut, or other clever small objects, but this string of beads had a small jade carving shaped like a plant, seemingly with stem and leaves.

Folk craftsmen did like to carve Chinese cabbage, as “cabbage” sounded like “hundred fortunes.”

“Hmm, once you put it on, don’t take it off.” Madam Xu didn’t know what the carving was either, and just vaguely agreed.

“It’s expensive, isn’t it?” This bracelet even came with a legend, how could it be cheap?

Madam Xu waved her hand, grandly: “Money is external, how can it compare to my daughter’s safety?”

Feng Miao Jun smiled and took out a sachet and a silver hairpin from her bosom, handing them to her: “I made both of these. The hairpin is a protective magical tool, just wear it in your hair. You don’t need to activate it; it will automatically protect its owner from danger. As for this sachet, it can keep evil, miasma, and filth away.”

What subjects didn’t the Yan Hai Tower have books on? Artifact crafting was among them. These were her best works from her studies, with real effects, which is why she gave them to her foster mother to use.

“Yes, my An’an is now a cultivator, and the things she makes have magical effects.”