He thought to himself, saving his appetite for the delicious food that evening. Well, the fierce-tempered woman might be a bit harsh, but the food she fried was truly delicious, much more savory than plain white porridge. However, for some reason, although he was a man who loved meat, he didn’t have any that evening. He only ate vegetables. Dong Huiying curled her lips. This guy’s temper was as changeable as the weather, turning faster than flipping through a book—it was really hard to fathom him. The next day, Dong Huiying steamed some vegetarian buns and tucked a few into her bag for the road before she went out, carrying her ugly little basket on her back. Liang Yuening chased after her with delight, "Where are you going?" Dong Huiying glared at him, "What’s it to you?" "I know, you’re going to the town, right? I’ll come with you." "You’re still sick, why the fuss?" He hesitated for a moment, uncharacteristically refraining from bickering with her, Mumbling, he said, "But you’re coming back early, right?" Liang Yuening scurried off. She looked up at the sky in silence. She always knew the guy was not quite right in the head, but thinking about yesterday and then today, why did it seem like his condition had worsened? He really was acting bizarrely. She shook her head and didn’t think further on it. Crossing over the hill, she arrived at the town. After selling the herbs she had in her basket, she suddenly noticed some men wearing conical hats standing around a stall. One of them, with a feminine voice, asked, "How much for this hairpin?" "Oh, this? Not expensive at all, just four copper coins." "I’ll take these two." Picking up two wooden hairpins from the stand, the person paid and walked away, beaming with joy. Then more customers came, and the stall owner, a woman, responded to each one cheerfully. Dong Huiying watched this scene, her expression becoming slightly distant. In this female-dominated dynasty, the lifestyle of men was more like that of women, enjoying the art of eyebrow drawing and makeup and favoring personal adornment. When walking outside, they had to wear conical hats, much like ancient women who wore veils, as if afraid of revealing their true faces to others. She thought of the Liang family brothers. Compared to others, the Liang family was indeed very modest. Of course, she liked this modesty. But, wooden hairpins? They did seem pretty. Hesitating for a moment, Dong Huiying moved forward and, before she knew it, she was holding a wooden hairpin in her hand. Just then, she overheard people nearby discussing, "That Phoenix Blood fellow really has it tough. His lute got smashed—it was his livelihood." "Come off it. His songs aren’t bad, but he’s always flirting around. My lady has practically moved into the Sky Blue Building for his sake. Despite being simply a man for hire, he still acts all high and mighty, which is just nauseating to behold." "He’s a ’Clean Singing’ performer, right? He sells his art, not his body." "Ha, who believes that? With a filthy place like the Sky Blue Building, what good can come out of it?" "Indeed, but doesn’t he have a fiancée back home? I wonder how she can stand it, letting him gallivant as he pleases?" "Who knows? She might despise him, after all. Ladies tend to prefer someone subservient like us. As for him, nice figure but too tall." "Yes, but he is good-looking, that’s for sure. Although the Sky Blue Building isn’t exactly reputable, the men inside, one after another, are fair and handsome, Phoenix Blood with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, a rare charisma he has." A name unfamiliar to her. But this Phoenix Blood, why did he sound so much like Third Brother Liang?