Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but let out a light snort.

The sound was faint, yet Yun Ya’s eyebrows twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon her, yet carried a hint of bewilderment, clearly not fully awake yet.

After a moment, he blinked, fully displaying how thick and curled his eyelashes were. “What time is it?”

His voice was both soft and hoarse, but Feng Miaojun completely ignored it. She jutted her chin toward the window: “The sun is setting.” Today there were swirling clouds, and the setting sun cast myriad rays of glorious light, incomparably magnificent. “What would you like for dinner?”

“Let’s eat outside,” he finally rose from bed sluggishly, his black hair falling, covering half his face.

So decadent, far too decadent. Feng Miaojun quickly brought hot water to help him wash up. “Which outfit would you like to wear?”

He half-closed his eyes, clearly still lost in thought: “Whatever.”

Whatever? So Feng Miaojun indeed casually selected a silver-gray robe for him, tied with a pure black belt, then combed his black hair neatly and paired it with a silver crown. A spirited and proper envoy from the Sea Kingdom appeared.

Chi Zhe’s appearance wasn’t Yun Ya’s true face, but when properly groomed, he was equally handsome and talented.

Feng Miaojun arranged his attire for him, looked him over again and added, “Your complexion still isn’t well. Would you like to use some powder to improve your appearance?” Even his lips lacked color, and when she touched his skin while dressing him, it felt burning hot.

In short, this person was ill, and Feng Miaojun deduced it was most likely a heart condition flaring up. An ordinary person would probably be bedridden, yet he acted as if nothing was wrong.

“Not necessary,” Yun Ya smiled. “An’an is becoming more and more concerned about me.” Rouge and powder weren’t exclusively favored by women—men in the Yan Kingdom also enjoyed them, applying makeup whenever they went out to adjust their complexion. But he didn’t like it.

Feng Miaojun watched as he drank the flower-infused wine, and his complexion only slightly improved. Speaking of which, Yun Ya had taken back the small bottle these past few days, and she didn’t know what for. He instructed Feng Miaojun to hire a carriage.

“Where are we going now?” Going out at this hour, it was already quite late. She naturally found herself a cloak.

Yun Ya silently watched her, originally not planning to take her along, but now suddenly changed his mind.

“Would An’an like to eat crispy-skinned pigeon?”

“Me? Anything is fine.” Was her preference the focus? Was it?

“Then let’s go to Heman Tower.”

Heman Tower’s pastries were most exquisite. During her vacation, Feng Miaojun had already sampled all their varieties. She had to admit that their crispy-skinned pigeon was truly exceptional—the reddish-brown pigeon skin was indeed like pastry, as thin as paper, melting instantly upon entering the mouth, sliding down the throat with delicious fragrance, rich but not greasy. If dipped in the restaurant’s secret plum sauce, it was an absolute delicacy.

Thinking of these delicacies, Feng Miaojun secretly swallowed. However, once she followed Yun Ya to the private room on the second floor, she realized she wouldn’t get to eat any of it!

In the most spacious private room sat a beautiful woman in blue clothes with cloud-like hair, gazing into the distance by the railing. Only when she saw the two of them enter did she turn her face.

Most importantly, this was a familiar face.

Tan Qingshuang.

Feng Miaojun inwardly sneered. The man walking in front had just pretended to ask her if she wanted a crispy-skinned pigeon, but had already arranged to meet this beauty for a meal.

So fake!

Of course, she knew it all along. Didn’t Tan Qingshuang say it at Renhe Hall? After tonight, she wouldn’t need the Dragon Tooth Halberd anymore.

Tan Qingshuang naturally spotted her too, her gaze slightly freezing: “Who might you two be?”

At this moment, it certainly wasn’t Feng Miaojun’s turn to speak, because Yun Ya had already called out: “Little Seven.”

Tan Qingshuang’s beautiful eyes immediately flashed with recognition, and a smile bloomed across her face, though she covered it with her sleeve: “What shall I call you?”

With just one address, she recognized the man before her as Yun Ya.

“Chi.” Yun Ya stepped forward as Feng Miaojun pulled out a chair for him. “Envoy from Langyu Kingdom, Chi Zhe.”

“That identity is quite fitting.” Tan Qingshuang uttered an “Oh,” her enchanting eyes turning toward Feng Miaojun. “And this one?”

“My servant, An’an.”

After the introductions, he saw this girl staring with her bright eyes, looking at Tan Qingshuang up and down without any intention of paying respects. But his servant needn’t bow to anyone, and even the tea was poured by the attendant who had led them to their seats—Feng Miaojun didn’t need to lift a finger.

Tan Qingshuang suddenly understood and couldn’t help but laugh: “So she’s your servant? You’ve changed servants again.”

Yun Ya looked up at Feng Miaojun, with a smile at the corner of his lips: “Can’t help it, good children are hard to find these days.”

Feng Miaojun was secretly rolling her eyes at Tan Qingshuang’s use of the word “again.” Was this woman implying that Yun Ya changed servants frequently? Sorry, but she already knew that.

The attendant had already poured the tea, and Tan Qingshuang turned to him and said: “Announce the menu.”

The restaurant’s menu was written on wooden boards on the wall downstairs, invisible from the private room. Besides, in large establishments like Heman Tower, the waiters had to memorize the menu to recite it to distinguished guests.

This attendant indeed recited it fluently. Tan Qingshuang invited Yun Ya to order, but he just smiled and said “Whatever you like,” so she ordered several dishes, all signature items of the restaurant, which together made for an impressive meal.

As the attendant was about to withdraw after noting down the dishes, Feng Miaojun called him back: “Wait. Chrysanthemum tea is too cooling; bring our master some ginger, date, and tangerine peel tea instead.”

Ginger, dates, and tangerine peel mixed—what a spicy flavor that would be! Yun Ya frowned slightly but didn’t stop her presumptuous act.

She meant well for him, he understood.

Feng Miaojun glanced at him, seeing no objection, and added: “…with extra brown sugar.” After all, he wasn’t afraid of gaining weight.

Yun Ya’s brow smoothed out.

After the attendant left the private room, Tan Qingshuang looked at Feng Miaojun, then at Yun Ya, and couldn’t help but smile: “Your maid is quite attentive.”

“Isn’t she?” Yun Ya lazily picked up their previous conversation. “What do you mean by ‘so she’s your servant’? Have you met before?”

Here it comes, the main event! Feng Miaojun knew Tan Qingshuang would bring this up, so she lowered her eyes obediently, appearing well-behaved.

Sure enough, Tan Qingshuang said: “I heard the southern pharmacy had a 900-year-old Dragon Tooth Halberd that could treat heart disease. I thought it would be perfect for you and wanted to buy it. But when I got to the pharmacy, I found out someone had already ordered it—” she jutted her chin toward Feng Miaojun, “your servant.”

“Oh?” Yun Ya became interested. “Such a coincidence? Where is the Dragon Tooth Halberd?” The Dragon Tooth Halberd treated heart disease, naturally it was for his use, but he hadn’t seen this girl produce it.

“It’s with me.” Tan Qingshuang took out the Dragon Tooth Halberd and placed it on the table, pushing it toward Yun Ya. Feng Miaojun immediately recognized that this was no longer the original medicine box from Renhe Hall, but had been replaced with another seemingly understated yet expensive sandalwood box. Just looking at its appearance, it was immediately several grades higher.