A white base, a red outer robe—he was naturally handsome and dashing, and now, in this red and white, he was even more bewitchingly alluring, like a blazing fire. As he admired himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but sigh, "Such a beautiful face." The Li family had once been the wealthiest in Pingchang Prefecture, and even after they had shed the title, and their household wasn’t as prosperous as before, their substantial basis meant that everyone in the mansion, the Master, the servants—even one tasked with carrying manure—were decently clothed, and every meal included white rice and wheat flour. And the life here, it was so much better than at his own home. But being here on his own and enjoying the good fortune, he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart. Silver, oh, what a wonderful thing it is! His coquettish peach blossom and phoenix eyes flashed fiercely. "Young Master Shujun, Young Master Li has come." A servant announced, and then Young Master Li trudged towards him with a mournful face, listless and with a distracted, lackluster air. Liang Shujun knew that this young master was ill, lovesick, and the object of this unrequited love was none other than Eldest Miss Shen Qiuyang of the Shen Family. Alas, Eldest Miss Shen had been dead for more than a year, and Young Master Li’s lovesickness, it seemed, was incurable. He flicked Young Master Li on the head, having gotten to know each other while they were in jail together. After the people of the Li family came to fetch the young master, he had begun to scheme a bit. He and Young Master Li had an agreement: the young master would help him get out of jail, and he would stay with the Li family, keeping Young Master Li company and entertaining him by singing, until he found the person he was searching for. After spending a few days together, he saw things clearly. This young master was particularly naive, almost as if he was untouched by the hardships of life. The Li family was small in number, and Lady Li and a few husbandmen doted on Young Master Li greatly, but the young master’s situation wasn’t good. Before Young Master Li could speak, tears were already rolling down, "I miss Sister Qiu, I don’t want to get married! No, that’s not right, I don’t want to take a wife, I don’t want to carelessly bring some stranger into the household as a son-in-law!" Lady Li’s health was deteriorating, and with no daughters of her own, she considered bringing in a daughter-in-law to help Young Master Li manage the household affairs. Recently, Young Master Li had been troubled by this matter, his heart belonging to another, and being stubbornly fixed on it, believing that his wife could only be the late Eldest Miss Shen. Regrettably, separated by the realm of the living and the realm of the dead, by Yin-Yang Dao and Naihe Bridge, he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Eldest Miss Shen’s ghost shadow. Liang Shujun stroked his chin, slyly saying, "I do have an idea, but you’ll have to take care of that matter you promised me first." "What idea?" Young Master Li was at his wits’ end, and now he clung to Liang Shujun as if he were a lifeline. "Just be patient, as I said, you have to find that person for me first." Previously, he had asked Young Master Li to help him find Haoming, but though the child was simpleminded, he also had the whims of a child; knowing that once Haoming was found, he would have to leave, and liking very much to listen to his singing, Young Master Li hadn’t been too proactive in helping him. Young Master Li asked hesitantly, "Really? As long as I find the person, you’ll help me, and I won’t have to take in a daughter-in-law anymore?" Liang Shujun lifted his brows, overflowing with confidence, "Of course." Young Master Li hesitated for a moment, then clenched his teeth, "You must not deceive me, otherwise, otherwise... if you do, I won’t let you leave. You’ll have to stay and sing for me for a lifetime!"